Ye Mozhu sat at the head of the bed with his head bowed.

Zhang Xiaojian stood by the window and watched her.

Time froze for a second, Zhang Xiaojian rushed towards her with a big stride that could crush his hip bones, and when he came to Ye Mozhu, he used his strong waist and abdomen strength to make an emergency stop.

Ye Mozhu didn't look up, lowered his head and slowly took off his skirt, pulled up the elastic band of pure white cotton underwear, and glanced inside.... The expression is quite colorful...

Zhang Xiaojian also took advantage of her neck to look inside, but her head was stopped by Ye Mozhu's left hand, and then she let go of her right hand holding her underwear, lifted her skirt, raised her head calmly, and said calmly: "Hmm... It's bleeding, go to the doctor. ”

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

Before the words fell, he ran out of this luxurious ward, I don't know if he ran too fast, and when he returned to the ward after shouting the doctor, his heart had already risen to his throat.

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Bleeding, water breaking, and labor crunches all mean that labor is about to give birth.

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

She thought she was ready for everything, but when the bleeding was soon followed by the onset of contractions, she realized... It's not as simple as it seems.

It's a pain that is hard to describe, and although it's tolerable at the moment, the doctor says it's going to get more frequent and the pain will get stronger.

Zhang Xiaojian looked at Ye Mozhu's pretty face, which was visible to the naked eye, and his heart was distressed.

Mother Ye and Aunt Ye are both from the past, 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 silently, estimating that his distress would not be less than that of Zhang Xiaojian.

Soon, the inspection report came out.

The doctor had to say: "Mr. Zhang, your wife's pelvis is narrow, but the child's development is very good, and there is an eighty percent chance that she will not be able to come out even if she opens ten fingers." ”

This is not a one-time conclusion, in fact, in the month before this, the doctor has been telling Zhang Xiaojian to ask Ye Mozhu to eat less, control his diet, and not let his child gain weight.

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

Ye Mozhu also wants to eat less, but... However, he was born a foodie.

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

Hearing this, Ye Mozhu said resolutely: "I want to try a smooth delivery." ”

The doctor shook his head and said earnestly: "We also encourage natural delivery, but in this case, it is difficult to go down, and the most important thing is that if you insist on smooth delivery, the bone seams have been stretched, and the child will not be able to get down, and then you will have to have a caesarean section and suffer twice." ”

Zhang Xiaojian felt sorry for Ye Mozhu now, and when he heard this, he immediately decided: "Cut it, it can be almost traceless after that, it's not bad." ”

The doctor nodded and said, "Trust us." ”

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Curettage.

Drug.

Operating room.

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

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

Fifteen minutes later, when Ye Mozhu's head was full of question marks and he couldn't see his abdomen, a child's cry rang out in Ye Mozhu's ears.

Soon a doctor came to her with the baby in his arms.

Ye Mozhu's focus is very strange... The first time I suspected that this was the baby in my belly? The second time, hey, why did the child have so much hair...

There are a lot of similar questions that have popped up one after another... But when the doctor held the child and gently touched the baby's face and Ye Mozhu's face, all the problems disappeared.

At this moment, the corners of Ye Mozhu's eyes flashed with tears.

She didn't know what she was touching.

Maybe she was moved by the magic of life, or maybe it was the momentary touch of the child's face that made her know what it means to be connected by blood.

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The child was the first to be carried out, his whole body was red, his hair was messy, his facial features were gathered together, and he was crying loudly.

The voice is very loud, but his expression, at first glance, gave Zhang Xiaojian the feeling of.... Ugly.

The second aunt and Ye's father and Ye's mother surrounded them, but they all boasted: 'You 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 watching the operating room in a daze.

He was very worried about Ye Mozhu, which stemmed from the words that before the operation, the doctor reminded him of various risks while asking him to sign, and he was very afraid that his pig would really have a small chance of an accident.

Thankfully, the fear didn't last long.

The door of the operating room was pushed open, and Ye Mozhu, who had lit four or five hanging bottles, was pushed out of the bed lying on the bed, conscious and smart.

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

Zhang Xiaojian followed closely to the left of the movable hospital bed and held her hand: "Hmm, hmm." "I didn't know what to say for a while.

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Is it really okay?

Although the doctor gave Ye Mozhu a painkiller pump, when he returned to the ward, Ye Mozhu's face became whiter and whiter because of anemia, his brows became deeper and deeper, his little hands became colder and his consciousness became more and more groggy.

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

Zhang Xiaojian didn't intend to let go, until he was wrapped in a thick quilt, and only a child with a small head and a small hat was pushed to his side, and he relaxed.

But he first repeatedly confirmed with the doctor that Ye Mozhu would be fine, and then he took a closer look at his child.

The little face is very round, and the baby fat and swelling make him indeed not look so good-looking, but the eyebrows and facial features do look more and more like himself and Mozhu.

So he blinked, and was about to delve into which place was like himself and which place was like Mozhu when Lao Ye, the second aunt, and Ye's mother began to get busy.

Under the professional guidance of the medical staff, the milk powder rushed up, and the three old people circled around the child, no matter how they looked at it, they couldn't get enough of it, and the more they looked at it, the more they couldn't close their mouths.

Zhang Xiaojian didn't participate, he sat at the head of the bed, held Ye Mozhu's hand, and sat straight until almost dawn.

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

The spacious and bright wards are gradually lit up.

I don't know if it was affected by the light, Zhang Xiaojian, who was in a daze, heard some sounds, he turned his head to look at his son, and found that the little kid actually opened his eyes and was looking at him.

The relative four-eyed nature of this scene will not be remembered by children who grow up in the future, but Zhang Xiaojian will definitely remember it for a lifetime.

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

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

Zhang Xiaojian began to laugh, and his smile was brighter than the morning light thrown in from the window.