Author: Purple Peony MACHINE TRANSLATION
After the baby was born, he sewed her upper abdomen. He was very careful with every move. He lanjinâs heartbeat returned to normal, but she didnât wake up.
âHow is she? â Qiao Hanye asked.
âYoung Master, Young Madamâs condition is very normal. Perhaps... the medicine is still strong and she hasnât woken up, â Shangguan Zhi said. He wasnât sure either.
He felt that too many strange things had happened to he lanjin.
Even he couldnât control it, but her heartbeat and blood pressure were normal, so she was fine.
âThis is the young Madamâs blood report. The blood disease is very mild. It should be fine after some later treatment, â Shangguan Zhi said in a low voice.
Qiao Hanyeâs heart relaxed when he heard this.
âAh Jin, did you hear that? Itâs fine now, â Qiao Hanye said in a hoarse voice.
Although it wasnât Shun Sheng, the Caesarean section made him tremble in fear. He had never known that a woman would not only lose so much blood when she gave birth, but also pay such a big price.
It was selfish and stupid for a man to make a woman pay the price of her life in order to carry on the family line.
He swore that he would never let such a dangerous thing happen to her again in this lifetime.
âChild, is it a man or a woman? â Qiao Hanye finally came back to his senses.
Her bed could be raised. She directly used a secret method to rise back to the second floor and put it back in her room, but she never moved her body.
âThe eldest one is young master, and the youngest one is miss, â Shangguan Zhi said.
Qiao Hanye listened. He wiped the makeup off he lanjinâs face and said a lot of things to her. After making sure that she was alive, he turned around and walked out.
The sound of the child crying could be heard from outside.
âYoung Master, itâs been a whole night. The child doesnât even drink water. Iâm afraid it canât go on like this, â Shangguan Zhi said. Now, the child was in Shen Biqiongâs arms and was crying.
An Nuan, Ru Meng, Qiao Zhenting, Shangguan Zhi, Han Beicheng, Nan Feng, Qin Nan, he Wenqing, and he lanjiao had all been carried, but they kept crying and never stopped.
âTheyâre all crying until their voices are hoarse. Are they feeling unwell? â Shen biqiong asked.
A normal child would not cry so badly even when they were being held, and they would also eat.
But the child did not even drink water, and even... ...
âIâll do it, â Qiao Hanye said in a deep voice.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
When he walked closer, the child suddenly stopped crying. He twisted his small hands as if he was looking for something, but his eyes did not open either.
Qiao Hanye stood there and looked at the two wrinkled children. They were so ugly that no one dared to look at them.
He looked at them silently, as if they were monkeys picked up by a puppy outside.
âDad... â Qiao Hanye said in a deep voice. The word âdadâ sounded especially strange ! !
The moment he said the word, it seemed to be stuck in his throat.
âLet daddy hug you, â Qiao Hanye said. The child cried in a hoarse voice. When he hugged him, not only did he not cry, he did not even wave his fists. He seemed to be well-behaved.
An Nuan saw this and immediately ran over.
âYou cried for an entire night. You actually acknowledged your father? â She said in disbelief.
In Qiao Hanyeâs arms, not only did he not cry or make a fuss, he even drank some water. Not long after, he fell asleep.
âcheck if they are... healthy, â Qiao Hanye said Hoarsely, holding one child in each hand. He felt that the child was very small and soft, as if he was afraid that he would accidentally pinch the child to death.
Shangguan Zhi carried the child to the hospital. When they left Qiao Hanyeâs arms, they cried and made a lot of noise.
âIâll hold it, â he said. He carried the child to get healthy and found that apart from premature delivery, almost all of them were very healthy.