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Under the oxygen mask, Han's pale little face was covered in sweat, her small mouth constantly calling out his name.

"Qisheng..."

"Mom, how is Han doing? Why hasn't she woken up yet?" Shaoqian held her hand tightly, even though she was calling out for Gu Qisheng.

"This type of surgery always carries risks. I didn't expect the uterine transplant to be so successful