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Ye Mozhu sat on the bed with his head down.

Zhang Xiaojian stood by the window looking at her.

Time froze for a second, Zhang Xiaojian rushed towards her with a stride that could shred his hip bones. When he came to Ye Mozhu, he used powerful waist and abdomen strength to make a sudden stop.

Ye Mozhu didn't raise his head, lowered his head and slowly faded off the hem of his skirt. He picked up the elastic band of the pure white cotton underwear and glanced inside.... His expression was quite slick...

Zhang Xiaojian also wanted to look inside while taking advantage of her neck, but her head was stopped by Ye Mozhu's left hand. Then she released her right hand holding the panties, lifted her skirt, and raised her head calmly: "Um... it's bleeding. Call a doctor."

Zhang Xiaojian: "Why are you so calm..."

Before he could say anything, he ran out of the luxurious ward in a hurry. I don't know if he ran too fast. When he finished calling the doctor and returned to the ward, his heart was already in his throat.

...

...

Bleeding, broken water, and painful contractions all indicate impending delivery.

Ye Mozhu calmly faced the most important moment in his life that was about to usher in.

She thought she was ready for everything, but soon after the bleeding was accompanied by contractions, she realized that... things were not as simple as she thought.

This is a kind of pain that is difficult to describe. Although it can be tolerated at present, the doctor said that the frequency will become higher and higher, and the pain will become stronger.

Zhang Xiaojian looked at Ye Mozhu's pretty face pale with naked eyes, and his distress was overwhelming.

Both Ye's mother and the second aunt were here, and while teaching Ye Mozhu's experience, they comforted her and made her grit her teeth.

Father Ye held Ye Mozhu's cold little hand and sat there silently. It is estimated that his heartache will not be less than that of Zhang Xiaojian.

Soon, the inspection report came out.

The doctor had to say: "Mr. Zhang, your wife's pelvic bones are narrow, but the child's development is very good, and there is a 80% chance that even if you have ten fingers, you will not get out."

This is not a one-off conclusion. In fact, in the previous month, the doctor had been telling Zhang Xiaojian to eat less Ye Mozhu, control his diet, and prevent the child from gaining weight.

However...not to mention Zhang Xiaojian's superb cooking skills, and Lao Ye has nothing to do with snacks that are delicious.

Ye Mozhu also wanted to eat less, but...however he was born to eat.

So although I tried my best to control this month, the weight of the child still exceeded the standard.

Hearing these words, Ye Mozhu resolutely said: "I want to try smooth delivery."

The doctor shook his head and said earnestly: "We also encourage normal delivery, but in this case, it is difficult to go down. The most important thing is that if you insist on going down smoothly, the sutures have been stretched, and the child will not be able to come. Suffered twice."

Zhang Xiaojian felt sorry for Ye Mozhu's distress now. Hearing this, he made a decisive decision: "Let's cut it, there will be almost no traces afterwards, nothing bad."

The doctor nodded and said, "Trust us."

...

...

Curettage.

anesthetic.

Operating room.

Ye Mozhu lay and looked at the group of doctors around him, and gradually felt that his lower body lost consciousness.

She was not afraid, she had already prepared everything, and she had no reason to be afraid, because she really didn't feel the pain.

Fifteen minutes later, when Ye Mozhu's head was full of question marks and his abdomen was invisible, a cry of the child rang through Ye Mozhu's ears.

Soon a doctor came to her with the baby.

Ye Mozhu's focus is very strange... Was he suspecting that this was the baby in his stomach for the first time?The second time, hey, how come the child has so much hair...

There were many similar problems that came up one after another... But when the doctor held the baby and tapped the baby's cheek with Ye Mozhu's cheek, all the problems disappeared.

At this moment, Ye Mozhu's eyes suddenly burst into tears.

She didn't know what she was moving.

Perhaps it was touching the magic of life, or perhaps the touch of the child’s face for a moment let her know what blood connection is.

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...

The child was taken out first. His whole body was red, his hair was messy, his facial features were gathered together, and he was crying..

The voice was very loud, but his expression gave Zhang Xiaojian the feeling at first glance...ugly.

The second aunt and Ye father and Ye mother surrounded them, but they all boasted:'They look so good!'

The child was quickly sent to bandage the umbilical cord and take a bath, but Zhang Xiaojian's attention was not on his child, just looking at the operating room in a daze.

He was very worried about Ye Mozhu. This was due to the words that the doctor asked him to sign while reminding him of various risks before the operation. He was very afraid that his pig would really have a small probability of accident.

Fortunately, this worry did not last long.

The door of the operating room was pushed open, and Ye Mozhu, who was lighting four or five bottles, was pushed out of the bed, lucid, and his eyes moved.

After seeing Zhang Xiaojian, she immediately said, "I'm fine."

Zhang Xiaojian followed closely to the left side of the movable bed and held her hand: "Yeah, yeah." For a while, I didn't know what to say.

...

Is it really okay?

Although the doctor put on Ye Mozhu's pain relief pump, when he returned to the ward, Ye Mozhu's face became paler and paler due to anemia, his brows became deeper and deeper, his hands became colder and his consciousness became more drowsy.

She fell asleep, but didn't let go of her hand holding Zhang Xiaojian.

Zhang Xiaojian didn't intend to loosen it until he was wrapped in a thick coating, only revealing a small head and wearing a small hat and pushed him by his side. Then he relaxed.

However, he had to confirm with the doctor repeatedly that Ye Mozhu would be fine, and then he looked at his child carefully.

The small face is round, and the baby's fat and swelling make him look less beautiful, but the eyebrows and facial features do look more like himself and Mozhu.

So he blinked, and was about to delve into which place resembled him and which place resembled Mo Zhushi Lao Ye, Second Aunt, and Mother Ye began to get busy.

Under the professional guidance of the medical staff, the powdered milk was rushed up, and the warning grew. The three old people circled the child, not seeing enough at all, the more they watched, the more they fell from ear to ear.

Zhang Xiaojian didn't participate, and kept sitting on the head of the bed, holding Ye Mozhu's hand, and sitting straight until dawn.

...

The heavy clouds on the horizon were broken by the sun.

The spacious and bright ward was gradually lit.

I don't know if it was affected by the light. The bewildered Zhang Xiaojian heard a little noise. He turned to look at his son, and found that the kid opened his eyes and looked at him.

The four eyes in this scene are relatively unlikely to be remembered by children who will grow up in the future, but Zhang Xiaojian will definitely remember it for a lifetime.

Because he suddenly discovered that hehe, whose eyes were bright and not stained with a trace of dust, seemed to have inherited his excellent appearance..

Perhaps hee hee noticed his father's shameless thoughts and burst into tears the next moment.

Zhang Xiaojian began to laugh, which was brighter than the morning light that came in through the window.