Considering that Mo Shiyi was about to give birth, the driver took the less crowded and smoother routes, just to send Mrs. Shen to the hospital as quickly as possible. When Mo Shiyi arrived at the hospital, Gong Linglan and Shen Muxue, who had received the news, had already rushed to the front of the department. Seeing that Shen Muhan had even changed his clothes and was ready to enter the delivery room to accompany Mo Shiyi, Gong Linglan exploded instantly, holding her son's
hand and not allowing him to go in, "This woman is like this when she gives birth for the first time. Don't go into such a dirty place. Stay outside and wait for news."
Waiting for news?
He was waiting outside the door alone, while his woman could only cry and scream in pain alone inside. How could he bear this?
"She needs me. The child is the fruit of our two lives. I can't leave her alone to bear the pain of childbirth."
No matter how Gong Linglan tried to stop him, Shen Muhan forcefully broke free of Gong Linglan's hand on his wrist, and entered the delivery room without looking back under the doctor's guidance. Gong Linglan was so anxious that she was turning around on the spot, "What's going on? How can a man go in when a woman is giving birth? This is really scary. When I gave birth to you and your sister, your father wasn't there to watch over you in the hospital. How come
my son has a genetic mutation?" Shen Muxue on the side was so confused that she interrupted Gong Linglan and tried to comfort her, "Mom, don't you think your brother is cooler like this? This shows that your sister-in-law didn't love the wrong person. Your brother is the best and most responsible man. We women can't give birth to a child by ourselves. There's no reason for us women to be in pain in the delivery room while men are sitting outside the door with their legs crossed as if it has nothing to do with us. What do we need this man for?"
"But...but..."
"Mom, don't say buts. If I get married in the future, I will definitely marry a man who loves his wife like his brother."
Gong Linglan couldn't argue with Shen Muxue.
The palms and backs of the hands are all made of flesh. If the man beside her was sitting outside the door with his legs crossed and acting like a big shot when Xue'er was giving birth, she, as a mother, would definitely fight for justice for her daughter with her old bones.
After thinking this through, Gong Linglan calmed down and stopped arguing with her daughter about this issue. She prayed secretly in her heart.
God, please bless her grandson to come into this world smoothly and safely.
Because she had made arrangements early, Mo Shiyi was lying alone in a well-prepared delivery room, instead of being squeezed in a delivery room with other pregnant women.
It hurts...
There was a sore feeling between her legs, and at the same time, it seemed as if she didn't know what was coming out, and she couldn't see it clearly at all. It seemed as if everything was blurry.
Mo Shiyi struggled to grab Shen Muhan's hand, "Child... How is our child?"
The monitoring instrument on the side kept jumping at a dangerous value, and the doctor with a stern face injected another shot of oxytocin, which made Shen Muhan's heart sink.
The cervix has not yet opened to five fingers. If it continues like this, the situation will only become more and more difficult.
At the doctor's signal, a nurse has brought a prepared agreement, "Mr. Shen, our suggestion is to prepare a caesarean section for your wife. What do you think?" What can he do?
If possible, he hopes that he can lie on this delivery bed instead of Shiyi, instead of watching her suffer but being unable to do anything.
After a long time, she didn't hear the answer she wanted. Instead, she heard the doctor's suggestion of a caesarean section. Mo Shiyi struggled to reject the doctor's suggestion, "No, a caesarean section cannot be performed. I can still hold on to a natural birth."
Shen Muhan held Mo Shiyi's hand tightly, "Be good, be obedient, let's give birth to the baby, okay?"
There was a faint pleading in Shen Muhan's voice.
He was afraid of those numbers that jumped up and down violently. He couldn't afford to lose the person in front of him.