The first to be born are the fetuses in the culture tank.

The two batches of embryos, which were older than the month, all died, and none of them were saved. The last remaining sons of Zadeh matured, and two hundred and sixty-four survived.

Of the nearly 200,000 embryos, only these two hundred and sixty-four touched the world outside the tank.

Su Muqiong divided two hundred and sixty-four phases to welcome the birth of these children. She wanted to hug these little babies, but she couldn't—she didn't have the strength, she was skinny.

With white blankets, soft sheets, bright rooms, and a dreamy and childlike room design, Su Muqiong has set up an environment that children will love. She wanted to do her best to give them a childhood like ordinary children—maybe it was extremely short, maybe most of them were going to be transferred to the custody unit immediately, but she was still willing to do her part in vain.

They are very different from ordinary newborns.

Unlike ordinary newborns, who either cry or fall asleep, they don't cry or make a fuss, they are quiet and all with their eyes open. The average newborn can't open their eyes and their gaze is distracted because they have poor eyesight when they are born. But they weren't, a pair of eyes were all accurately focused on Su Muqiong.

Those eyes are either ignorant, or curious, or ...... There are some hidden superhuman spiritualities, but all with attachments.

Although it was the first day they left the culture tank, they had already seen her through the tank and were familiar with her, just as Su Muqiong was familiar with them. Children don't know the language, but they are keenly aware of who is good for them.

Looking at these innocent children, Su Muqiong suddenly felt sad. Although she had exhausted all means and she had found her way, how many of these children would eventually be able to wait until the day when she found a way?

"Welcome to this world, children, I am yours...... Mom. Su Muqiong's heart ached, but a gentle smile appeared on her face: "As a gift from your birth, I began to name you. The first one, this chubby girl. Su Muqiong touched the face of a little tiger girl: "Your name is Qiuqiu, and in the future, you will be their sister......"

The little tiger girl seemed to understand or not, and reached out to grab Su Muqiong's fingers, and her intelligence level seemed to be far higher than that of ordinary newborns.

The warm touch ran down her fingers and into her heart. For more than half a year, this is the only bit of warmth she has ever touched, the only bit of innocent attachment.

Su Muqiong wanted to laugh, but couldn't. I want to cry, but I have to hold back. She suddenly tried her best to pick up the girl called Qiuqiu and take her into her arms, and whispered with red eyes, "Hold on...... Hold on...... Kids, you all hold on...... Mom will definitely ...... It will heal you, and it will put an end to your suffering!"

Just when her mood fluctuated violently, a sharp pain suddenly came from her lower abdomen.

Su Muqiong's face turned pale, and cold sweat was like rain.

The fetus in the womb is about to be born!

Poof, Su Muqiong fell to the ground.

Within three minutes, she was lifted into bed again, once again surrounded by a group of men in white coats, just as she vaguely remembered being anesthetized. The pain came in bursts, but she didn't scream at all.

These days, there is not a day that she does not suffer.

She just collapsed on the delivery bed, confused.

"Fast, the maternal state is very poor......"

"She's exhausted, her heart is weak......"

"Transfer, cesarean section, ......"

"No, with her physical condition, the risk of cesarean section is too great, and she is likely to die on the delivery bed......"

All kinds of noisy voices surrounded her, sweat stuck her withered grass-like hair to her forehead, Su Muqiong's eyes were scattered and her consciousness was confused. At this moment, the space fluctuated, and an old-fashioned radio appeared in the delivery room.

On the radio were classical, beautiful and familiar tunes.

【Green Grass, Firmament】

[White mist, vast]

[There is a bit, a beautiful woman]

[In the water, one side ......]

Su Muqiong suddenly gasped violently and opened her eyes. She looked at the tape recorder, stretched out her hand with difficulty, and then clenched it tightly—snap, the radio was torn into countless pieces by the force of space, and the singing came to an abrupt end.

The beautiful singing voice that once made her love so much now only makes her feel angry. The anger burned her physical strength, but at the same time, it also made her sober up a little.

She lifted her consciousness and got up to look at her lower abdomen. The body that was too thin could not afford the heavy physical labor of giving birth, so Su Muqiong stretched out her hands, penetrated the space, and directly held them on the fetus's body.

She struggled to raise her arms, and the fetus was carried directly into her arms from the womb.

"Welcome to ...... This world ......" Su Muqiong put her face on the child's face and closed her eyes, she didn't even have the strength to open her eyes. Her voice was low, faint, like a dream, but she still insisted, "My darling...... Mom sings you a song...... Songs for good babies......"

【Little Swallow...... Wear floral clothes ......】

October.

"Come on, baby, don't cry all the time...... Smile at the mother...... "The baby was placed in a glass cover with needles all over his body. Su Muqiong touched the glass cover, with a heartbroken smile on her face: "Mom knows, the baby must be in pain......, right?

[Every spring, come here to ......]

November.

"Don't die...... Don't die...... Don't die......" Su Muqiong hugged a child, the child's hand grabbed her sleeve tightly, a pair of eyes looked at her firmly, and his body trembled with pain, but he didn't cry.

"Hold on, hold on...... Mom is almost ready to find a way to save you...... Don't die!" Su Muqiong hugged him tightly, but couldn't stop him from trembling. When the tremor reached its peak, only a click was heard, and a crack appeared on the child's body. Su Muqiong trembled, and when she lowered her head, she only saw those innocent eyes turning into dust in her hands.

Of the two hundred and sixty-four children, only forty-seven remain.

"Ahhhh——!h The little girl Qiuqiu crawled over and gently grabbed her hand, as if to comfort her.

Su Muqiong wiped her eyes and stood up, then stumbled and fell again.

"Hold on, babies, hold on, it's going to be soon!"

She must be strong and have no time to grieve.

[I asked Yanzi why did you come to ......]

December.

"I found ...... I found it...... I've found a way!" Su Muqiong's hair was disheveled, her bones were as thin as firewood, and even the vitality in her bone marrow was squeezed clean. Now she can only move in a wheelchair: "Just wait a little longer, I can prepare the potion, and I can save you!"

The space flickered, and Su Muqiong appeared in the baby's room. But in her ecstasy, she suddenly froze, there should have been sixteen more children here, but now, only four remained.

"Child...... The child ......" Su Muqiongmu was stunned: "What about the children......"