Dyed

Li Yunling hurriedly asked Mingrong to call the doctor, "Isn't there still [-] days before the due date?"

Fu Ran supported the wall, and it was already 4 o'clock in the morning when she was sent to the delivery room.

Even though it was a separate room, and there were two nurses in charge of delivering babies, Fu Ran still felt a lingering sense of loneliness, again under such a situation.

She clutched the edge of the bed in pain, and the nurse examined her, "The cervix has only been opened, it's still early."

At this time, labor pains occur every ten minutes or so.

After Fu Ranren lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling, Ming Chengyou had already arranged for her the best room and doctors and nurses in the hospital, but Fu Ran would rather lie in an ordinary delivery room and have a husband to accompany the delivery than others, no matter how professional they are. Brush away the fear in Fu Ran's heart at this time.

It was still early for the two nurses to see each other, and they would come over from time to time to have a look.

"Have you heard that the director is doing a heart transplant?"

"I heard." Another nurse turned to look at Fu Ran, "You said you were going to have a good baby, but your mother and husband are not around, it's so pitiful."

"Isn't it? I gave birth to my first child, and the whole family was dispatched, blocking the door of the delivery room. My husband was so anxious that he bought me chocolates and came in halfway, saying that I would take over the relay."

The labor pain hit suddenly, and Fu Ran bent his knees. This kind of pain is much more uncomfortable than cutting it off.

There was fine sweat on her forehead, and her back was already soaked. The nurse came over and took a look, "I see it will be around noon tomorrow."

Another person also stepped forward, "It's easy for some people to have children, but some people have to suffer a lot, little guy in the stomach, don't let your mother suffer too much."

It lasted until after 7 o'clock in the morning, Fu Ran was numb with pain all over, Zhao Lan came into the ward, bought some food, the nurse took out a piece of Dove from her pocket and put it on the bedside table, "It should be soon, work harder. "

Fu Ran's face was covered with sweat, she reached out and grabbed Zhao Lan's sleeve, "Mom, hand, how is the operation going?"

"It's still going on." Zhao Lan was full of worry, "Xiaoran, mom will stay outside. If you are really afraid, call me."

She got up to go out, but Fu Ran didn't let go of her cuff, and the nurse invited Zhao Lan out of the room anyway.

Fu Ran didn't have to be accompanied, but at this time, even if someone stood by and didn't speak, it was a good relief.

Fu Ran looked at the wall, time passed very slowly, and the next time he looked at it, it seemed that he hadn't turned his head.

She wrapped her arms around her stomach and the nurse spread her legs.

"Is the baby's father still in the operating room?"

Fu Ran gritted her teeth and nodded.

"You are very strong. I believe he will be as strong as you. The baby was born early because he wanted to meet you earlier. You take a deep breath, and then use your strength..."

"what--"

Fu Ran clenched the bed sheet with trembling fingers, "I really have no strength left."

"The operation over there may not be over yet, don't you want to carry the baby to the door of the operating room and wait for your husband to come out?"

Fu Ran was in so much pain that she couldn't even use the strength to answer, she only knew that she didn't even have the right to give up.

She closed her eyes hard, in a trance, as if someone was holding her hand, warm and slender fingers.

The palm gently caressed her stomach, and someone whispered in her ear, "Fu Ran, Fu Ran."

With such a tender tone, tears welled up in her eyes.

Suddenly, she seemed to see Fan Xian again, her mother's shadow overlapped with Ming Chengyou, Fu Ran tried all her strength, and she bit the corner of her mouth until the corner of her mouth ruptured, the pain of the wound was not as good as at this time.

If she hadn't been thinking of Ming Chengyou in her heart, she would definitely not be able to make it through.

Ming Chengyou said that this is the only child he may have.

Fu Ran lay on the bed and took a deep breath, the pillow was soaked with sweat and tears.

She never told Ming Chengyou that she still wanted a baby.

From early pregnancy to childbirth, she wanted Ming Chengyou to accompany her, and put their family portrait in his private space.

Even if he wanted to leave, she would hold his hand tightly.

As she said back then, Ming Chengyou, let's be together.

A falling pain hit again, and Fu Ran felt dizzy. She heard the nurse saying that she saw the child's head.

But suddenly, she couldn't exert any more strength.

The past, switched to her mind like movie scenes one by one.

The nurse was calling her vigorously, telling her to exert force. Fu Ran was deaf for a moment, and the pain was so close to her throat that she couldn't even cry out.

The five fingers holding the quilt seemed to be broken one by one, a burst of golden light hit his forehead, Fu Ran couldn't open his eyes, and could only crack slightly.

She saw Ming Chengyou standing behind a door, and when the door opened, she felt more glaring. The man turned his head, and his obsidian eyes were fixed on Fu Ran.

She stretched out her hand, "Chengyou."

The man's eyes slowly moved to Fu Ran's abdomen, she arched her body, he seemed to be unable to wait any longer, and was already about to take a step forward.

"don't want--"

Fu Ran screamed.

The nurse held down her leg, "Try harder, and I'll come out soon."

Chengyou.

Fu Ran clenched her lips, and the bloody smell filled her throat. She opened her mouth, don't you want to see the child?

The man's footsteps seemed to stop.

Turning around, he only fixed a glance at her and then walked away quickly.

Fu Ran was gasping for breath in pain, and the nurse's voice was a little anxious, "It's more difficult to give birth if the amniotic fluid breaks early. If this continues, we will consider caesarean section."

She felt more and more tense all over her body.

The nurse hurriedly pressed her knee, "Don't be too nervous, take your time."

Fu Ran didn't want to give up either, she managed to get to this point.

The two legs were bent and straightened again. Fu Ran didn't know what the nurse used, but felt that the child was about to be pulled out of the body suddenly, and another person pressed her legs hard.

The feeling of tearing was accompanied by screaming.

"Wow--"

The crying of a baby symbolizes new life and vitality. A nurse had no time to wipe off the sweat, picked up the baby and said with a smile, "Congratulations, you are a son."

Fu Ran limply on the bed, she couldn't help but curl her mouth lightly, Ming Chengyou said that he secretly knew it was a boy, and it really was.

Another nurse interjected, "Have you decided on a name?"

"Get up," Fu Ran looked out the window, "Ming Qinghan."

"It sounds good."

She was exhausted, she closed her eyes and wanted to sleep, but when she opened them again she was awakened by the pain.

The nurse was breastfeeding the baby, and when she woke up and looked up, "Seeing that you didn't sleep well, the contraction of the uterus will hurt a little, bear with it."

Fu Ran's palm fell to her abdomen, but she was not used to it after being flat.

There was no one else in the room except a nurse.

Fu Ran tried to stand up, but the nurse patted the child on the back a few times, "Lie down quickly, and be careful of the wound."

"I want to see how the operation is going."

The nurse carried the baby over, "You are weak now and need to rest."

After the child was full, he closed his eyes, and Fu Ran reached out to take him and put him beside him.

The nurse turned and went to clean up on the other side. Fu Ran lay flat on the bed. The silence in her ears made her a little flustered. Her fingers touched the child's soft cheek, and she looked around sadly.

I'm afraid she is the only one who is so deserted in the ward after giving birth, right?

If my mother was still there, she would have cooked delicious meals and brought them to the hospital, helped her take care of the child, and said caring words.

Fu Ran's eyes couldn't help getting wet, if Ming Chengyou was here, she could at least see him walking around the bed with the baby in his arms, calling the baby's name while saying, "Look, he looks so much like me. "

Fu Ran's eyes were fixed on the ceiling, and there was a wound in his heart, which would hurt just thinking about it.