The president's pet daughter

hospital.

The Ling family sat neatly at the door of the delivery room, unbelievably quiet.

Sitting beside Song Mingzhe, Mu Yang looked at Song Mingzhe's pale face and didn't know what to say for a while.

Lin Xi and Gao Yue who were not far away had the same unsightly expressions.

After all, Ling Zhaozhao's screams could be heard endlessly in the delivery room, and no one could bear to hear them.

Ling Zhaozhao had an attack very quickly, from the time when the amniotic fluid broke to being pushed into the delivery room, it only took an hour.

Mu Yang still remembered that when Ling Zhaozhao was weeping and pushing into the delivery room with rain, Song Mingzhe, who had always been calm, kept grabbing the doctor, and kept saying "Master Bao" over and over in his mouth.

Mu Yang couldn't believe that Song Mingzhe would say such a stupid thing, he was speechless and at the same time, Song Mingzhe let go of the doctor.

At this time, five full hours had passed, Ling Zhaozhao was still inside, and Song Mingzhe's face became paler, as if he had entered the delivery room.

"Don't worry. It takes so long for a woman to have a baby. It's useless for us to be anxious. There are doctors inside. They know much better than us."

Mu Yang patted Song Mingzhe on the shoulder and comforted him.

Song Mingzhe just glanced at him coldly.

"Have you ever given birth?"

This sentence left Mu Yang speechless.

He really didn't have the opportunity to experience this feeling of production.

"If the doctor doesn't work, get another doctor."

Song Mingzhe pursed his lips and said a little irritably.

"The best doctors in the city are already here, who else can I replace?"

Mu Yang raised his forehead and said.

As soon as Ling Zhaozhao had an attack, her elder brother Ling Zhi quickly contacted the best doctor, so Ling Zhaozhao's delivery will not be a major problem, it's just a matter of time.

They can only worry about it now.

The voice in the delivery room became weaker and weaker, and it was frightening to hear.

"Why is Zhao Zhao silent? Nothing happened inside, right?"

Gao Yue came over and grabbed Mu Yang's sleeve, anxiously looking into the delivery room.

"My aunt, you'll be tired if you scream for so long, so please give Zhaozhao a rest."

Mu Yang felt very tired, because he had to comfort another after coaxing one.

Ling Zhaozhao suffers inside, and he also suffers outside.

"Zhao Zhao is so afraid of pain... I don't know what's going on now."

Yunmei sat not far away, unable to hold back her tears.

Ling Zhaozhao would cry whenever his skin was broken since he was a child, let alone the pain of childbirth.

Yunmei has already begun to regret the birth of Ling Zhaozhao.

"Don't worry, everyone is here, Zhao Zhao will be fine."

Ling Shiyi also felt uncomfortable, and murmured while hugging Yunmei's shoulder.

The eldest brother Ling Zhi frowned and kept on making phone calls, as if he was in contact with other doctors.

The second elder brother Ling Yuan's eyes were also deep, and the wife sitting beside him couldn't help but hold his clenched hand.

Ling Yan and Ling Zhaozhao had a telepathic connection, and he could more or less feel Ling Zhaozhao's pain inside.

Because of this, he walked around outside the delivery room door anxiously, beads of sweat streaming down from his forehead.

No wonder it is said that a woman gave birth to a child like walking through the gate of hell, and now he has more or less experienced this feeling.

Everyone's hearts were tugging all the time, and everyone's eyes fell on the light sign that hadn't been extinguished.

Song Mingzhe didn't look away for a moment.

He secretly pinched his palm, trying to keep himself awake.

If the Ling family hadn't stopped him, he might have gone to the delivery room to accompany Ling Zhaozhao long ago.

I don't know how long it took, but the lights in the delivery room suddenly went out, accompanied by the crisp crying of the baby.

"Who are the family members of the patient?"

The nurse carried the newborn baby to the door of the delivery room, and a group of people stood up as soon as they finished speaking.

The nurse had never seen such a battle before, so she quickly added another sentence.

"Where is the father of the child?"

Hearing these words, Song Mingzhe walked up to the nurse as if he had come to his senses.

The moment the delivery room door was pushed open, his heart stopped for a few beats.

"Congratulations, she's a young lady, she's in a position to care. Please sign this."

The nurse handed Song Mingzhe a few things, and Song Mingzhe quickly signed them.

The nurse handed the baby in her arms to Song Mingzhe.

Song Mingzhe's expression was as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

Obviously he has learned how to hold a newborn baby in advance, but now he still feels at a loss.

He was thinking about Ling Zhaozhao in his heart, and he only glanced at the villain in his arms.

His daughter was snow-white and yawned with her eyes closed.

"Where's my wife?"

Song Mingzhe just hugged him hastily, and handed the baby in his arms to Yunmei.

"It will come out later, the doctor is dealing with it inside."

Seeing Song Mingzhe's eager expression, the nurse couldn't help laughing.

As soon as she finished speaking, Ling Zhaozhao was pushed out.

Probably because the anesthetic hadn't been withdrawn yet, Ling Zhaozhao was lying on the hospital bed looking weak and listless.

Her hair was disheveled, her face was pale, and there was a lot of sweat on her forehead.

Seeing Ling Zhaozhao's appearance, Song Mingzhe felt very distressed.

"Zhao Zhao."

Song Mingzhe held Ling Zhaozhao's hand and walked forward.

"Zhao Zhao, look, how much your daughter looks like you."

Ling Shiyi happily hugged the baby and moved to Ling Zhaozhao's side.

Ling Zhaozhao glanced at the little baby, and seeing her wrinkled appearance, he frowned first, and then saw that her appearance was not too ugly, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

When she was pregnant, she was always worried that the child would not look good, and it turned out that she was worrying too much.

Ling Zhaozhao braced himself up, glanced aside, seeing Song Mingzhe, tears began to flow out of her involuntarily.

"Song Mingzhe died of pain, and will never be born again."

Ling Zhaozhao said with tears in his eyes, as if he had been greatly wronged.

Every minute and every second in the delivery room made her feel that life would be worse than death.

A person who is so afraid of pain, she can hold on for so long for the child, just thinking about it, Ling Zhaozhao finds it inconceivable.

For the first time, she felt what it was like to be a mother.

Song Mingzhe wiped away Ling Zhaozhao's tears for her, and it was a little funny to hear her whimpering words.

"No more births, no more births."

While waiting outside the door, he even made up his mind that he would have a vasectomy in the future.

Ling Zhaozhao has shed too many tears in the past few days, and he is really distressed.

If possible, he would do it for him to have a baby.

Ling Zhaozhao wanted to say something more, but she had no strength in her body, and the weakness of childbirth made her slowly close her eyes.

"Sleep, I'm by your side."

Song Mingzhe sighed softly, and held her hand tightly without letting go.