Upon hearing this, Hu Hao's breath became unsteady. The doctor's words seemed to announce that the child could die at any moment, and the parents' psyche was basically on the brink of collapse.
Cao Zhao looked at the parents' expressions, quietly waiting, as he reached into the pocket of his white coat and pulled out a handkerchief to hand to the parents.
This celestial-like figure gave him a handkerchief, as if handing him a piece of celestial treasure. Hu Hao felt this in his heart, his hands instinctively reaching out to take the handkerchief from the other party.
"Wipe off your sweat," Cao Zhao said to him.
Hu Hao placed the handkerchief on his forehead and wiped it.
Xie Wanying recalled the handkerchief that Senior Cao often kept in his pocket, wondering if the way Senior Cao handed her a handkerchief was similar to how Second Brother Cao was now handing one to Hu Hao. (Cao Yong: Little junior, you're overthinking it…)
