He refused to believe that with Ye Mingi’s cries of agony, Yu Xiuzhun still wouldn’t wake up!
"Yes, I understand," the assistant respectfully approached, picking up the dical chart to start recording Yu Xiuzhun’s data.
Diwu Zexuan cast a deep glance at him before turning to walk towards the adjacent delivery room.
Ye Mingi’s clothes were already soaked with sweat, and her delicate face was pale with no trace of blood.
Her hands clenched the bedsheet tightly, and her lips were worn to the point of bleeding.
After a scream of agony, she fainted.
"It’s not good, the patient has passed out, continuing like this, there’s a risk of the baby suffocating, should we arrange for a C-section imdiately?" The assisting doctor looked nervously at Diwu Zexuan.
"Pinch her philtrum, try to wake her up, let’s avoid surgery if we can." Diwu Zexuan stepped forward to stand by Ye Mingi’s side and examined her.
He was still hoping that Ye Mingi’s cries during childbirth would stimulate Yu Xiuzhun to wake. If they really resorted to an anesthetic C-section, that hope would be lost.
"Ah——"
As Ye Mingi regained consciousness, she let out a fierce scream.
"Baby..."
"If you want to keep this child, you’ll have to rely on yourself. Premature babies are inherently weak. If you don’t want sothing to happen to your child, cooperate with ."
Diwu Zexuan spoke coldly, administering a hemostatic injection to Ye Mingi.
Ye Mingi, drenched in sweat, thought of the child in her womb, gritted her teeth, and began to push.
After several repetitions, they heard the delivering doctor exclaim.
"I see the baby’s head, push a little more!"
"Ah——"
"Wah——"
The newborn’s first cry, like a crisp bell, pierced through the oppressive atmosphere of the operating room.
It was as if sunlight had suddenly burst through the darkness, causing everyone to breathe a sigh of relief and smile with joy.
"Congratulations, Miss Ye, it’s a beautiful little princess." The doctor cut the umbilical cord and was just about to wrap the child when Diwu Zexuan reached out and took the baby.
The baby’s face was like a carved jade, with a cute little nose and a tiny, adorable mouth.
Her eyes were still tightly shut, yet unlike other newborns with wrinkled skin, her skin was crystal clear—a beauty even at birth.
The contours of her face resembled Ye Mingi, yet the corners of her eyes and eyebrows carried traces of Yu Xiuzhun.
She was just born yet already so exquisite, one couldn’t help but adore her.
Diwu Zexuan’s gaze tightened, and after taking a glance at the unconscious Ye Mingi, he instructed others to treat her wounds. Holding the newborn, he swiftly moved towards the room next door.
His quick movents left everyone else stunned, watching his retreating figure in a daze.
"How is his condition?" Diwu Zexuan, holding the little girl wrapped in a thin blanket, entered Yu Xiuzhun’s room.
He placed the little bundle of cotton candy-like baby beside Yu Xiuzhun.
Ye Mingi used to say that Yu Xiuzhun’s greatest wish was to see their child with his own eyes.
Now the little one lay by his side, yet Yu Xiuzhun still hadn’t woken up.
"Wah——"
The little one clenched her tiny fists and began to cry loudly.
The baby’s sharp cries carried an intense vitality.
"Beep beep——"
The heart monitor displayed a series of erratic data.
Yu Xiuzhun’s eyelids twitched, as if wanting to open, but they just wouldn’t.
"Master, his hand moved too!" the assistant exclaid excitedly, looking at the slight tremor in Yu Xiuzhun’s little finger.
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