Crista was a little surprised when the middle-aged woman from the other bed in the ward came to her. "What you're eating is not nutritious enough for you and your baby. Have some chicken soup." The middle-aged woman put a bowl of chicken soup in front of her. Crista lowered her gaze, looked at the steaming chicken soup, and said, "No, thanks. It's okay. I'm just fine." "Just drink it. You have to eat well for the sake of your baby. But you can't do that if you only rely on the food here, small hospitals like this don't actually serve good meals. Anyway, I've cooked a lot, and my daughter-in-law can't drink it all. So just drink this, okay?" the woman said with a smile. With a faint smile on her face, Crista picked up the bowl and said, "Thank you." "Are you alone? Why is there no one here to take care of you?" the woman then asked curiously. "Yes, I'm just alone," Crista replied with a nod. She was alone now. But in the future, she had a child to acco
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