Sterling Bian couldn't help much, so he sat on a chair in the corridor holding Qiu Yan, listening to the movements in the ward with his ears perked up.
In fact, Felix Qiu couldn't do much to help, he could only lend a hand.
After almost two hours of tossing, Qiu's father's body temperature finally began to drop. When he saw the nurse coming out, Sterling Bian stood up holding Qiu Yan in his arms.
Felix Qiu followed him out of the ward with a tired look on his face. Sterling Bian leaned over to look inside and saw that Father Qiu was lying quietly on the bed with his eyes closed.
"How is it?" Sterling Bian asked quietly.
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