After Mr. Xiang divorced, the president regretted it

The piercing alarm broke the silence of the hospital corridor. Yan Jin was pushed by the nurse and rushed into the delivery room. Xiang Yu wanted to follow, but was stopped by the nurse outside the door. Through the cold door, he could only watch Yan Jin's pale face and closed eyes. His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and he couldn't breathe.

"Doctor, please, you must save her, save my wife and children..." Xiang Yu's voice trembled, and his usual calmness and composure were gone at this moment.

The doctor patted his shoulder and said in a heavy tone: "We will try our best, but the situation is very critical now. The baby is born prematurely and the pregnant woman's physical condition is not optimistic..."

Time passed by minute by minute, and every second in the corridor was torture for Xiang Yu. He paced back and forth, staring at the door of the delivery room anxiously, as if he wanted to stare a hole in the door. He kept recalling every detail of his time with Yan Jin, from the initial marriage agreement to the later mutual support. Those details that he had inadvertently overlooked became extremely clear at this moment, flashing in his mind like a movie scene.

He remembered that Yan Jin gave up her love of fashion design in order to take care of his daily life; he remembered that she often stayed up until dawn to help him manage the company's affairs; he remembered that even in the most difficult times, she always faced him with a gentle smile...

"It's all my fault. If I could have understood her feelings earlier, if I could have given her more care and love, she wouldn't have..." Xiang Yu closed his eyes in pain, regret and self-blame drowning him like a tide.

In the delivery room, doctors and nurses were doing their best to save Yan Jin and the baby's life. The ticking sound of the instrument, accompanied by Yan Jin's weak moans, hit Xiang Yu's heart like a heavy hammer.

"Come on, Yan Jin, you must hold on, for the child, for me..." Xiang Yu prayed silently in his heart. How he wished that the person lying on the delivery bed at this moment was him, not that weak but strong woman.

After an unknown amount of time, the door of the delivery room finally opened, and a nurse walked out tiredly. Xiang Yu immediately rushed over and asked in a hoarse voice: "How is it? How are my wife and child?"

The nurse took off her mask, took a deep breath, and hesitated to speak. She looked at the man in front of her who was always high-spirited but now had a face full of anxiety, and she felt mixed emotions.

"The doctor has done his best..." The nurse's voice was very soft, but it sounded like a thunderclap in Xiang Yu's ears. His eyes went dark and he almost lost his balance.

"What do you mean by trying your best? Explain it clearly!" Xiang Yu grabbed the nurse's arm with such force that the nurse couldn't help but frown.

"Mr. Xiang, please calm down first!" The nurse gently pried his hands apart, trying to speak in a calm tone, "Miss Yan...is not in good condition. The baby is a premature baby and was very weak when she was born..."

Xiang Yu felt his head buzzing, and he didn't hear a word of what the nurse said. He let go of her hand weakly, staggered back a few steps, and leaned against the wall to barely stabilize his body.

Time passed by, the door of the delivery room was still closed, and the corridor was terribly silent. Xiang Yu stood there like a statue, motionless, only his clenched fists and trembling body revealed the turmoil in his heart at the moment.

Finally, after several hours of agony, the door of the delivery room opened again. The doctor who had delivered the baby before walked out. He looked obviously tired, but there was a hint of relief in his eyes.

"Congratulations, Mr. Xiang, both mother and child are safe." The doctor took off his mask, with a hint of relief in his tone.

"Really? Are my wife and children okay?" Xiang Yu grabbed the doctor's hand as if he had grasped a life-saving straw and asked anxiously.

"The child is healthy, it's a boy, but..." The doctor paused, glanced at Xiang Yu, and then continued, "It's just that Miss Yan is still in a coma because of premature birth and excessive blood loss..."

Before the doctor finished speaking, Xiang Yu pushed him away and rushed into the delivery room like crazy...

On the white hospital bed, Yan Jin's face was pale and bloodless, but it could not hide the tenderness of a new mother. In the crib beside her, the little child was sleeping quietly, with his little fists clenched tightly, as if trying to grasp the hope of this new life.

Xiang Yu almost stumbled into the delivery room. The smell of disinfectant and the unique silence in the delivery room made him dazed for a moment. He walked lightly to the bedside and his eyes fell on the pale woman.

Yan Jin, the woman he once vowed to protect all his life, was now lying there weakly, like a flower ravaged by a rainstorm, so fragile that it made people feel distressed.

He reached out and gently stroked her thin cheek, feeling a chill at his fingertips. There were still traces of tears in the corners of her eyes, whether it was the pain of childbirth or the worry before she fell into a coma.

"Jin'er..." He murmured softly, his voice trembling violently, as if he would wake up this fragile dream if he was not careful.

The little guy in the crib seemed to feel his father approaching, waving his hands and making a slight humming sound. Xiang Yu then turned his gaze to this new life, his son.

The child was very young, and his skin was a little wrinkled, but his facial features were distinct, and one could vaguely see the shadow of Yan Jin. He was sleeping soundly, his long eyelashes casting a shadow under his eyelids, and he would occasionally smack his lips, as if he was savoring something delicious.

Seeing that the child was safe and sound, Xiang Yu's tense nerves finally relaxed, and tears could no longer be controlled and burst out. He seemed to want to vent all his fear, self-blame and fear. Tears blurred his vision and everything in front of him.

Seeing this, the doctor patted his shoulder gently and whispered comfortingly: "Mr. Xiang, Miss Yan needs to rest now, let's go out first."

Xiang Yu took a deep breath and tried to calm his excitement. He nodded and followed the doctor out of the delivery room.

"Doctor, my wife..."

"Don't worry, Miss Yan's vital signs have stabilized. It's just that due to premature birth and excessive blood loss, she needs some time to recover." The doctor explained patiently, "I have arranged the best medical team to take care of her. I believe she will wake up soon."

Hearing the doctor's words, Xiang Yu's heart finally settled down. He looked in the direction of the delivery room, his eyes firm and gentle, as if he had made a lifelong promise:

"Jin'er, have a good rest. I'll be here waiting for you to wake up..."

In the following days, time seemed to stand still. Xiang Yu turned down all his work and stayed by Yan Jin's side. He learned how to change diapers, make milk powder, and clumsily hold his son to sleep. The business tycoon who used to be decisive and ruthless now only had these two close relatives in his eyes and heart.

Every day, he would wipe Yan Jin's body, talk to her, and tell her about the child's growth, as if she had never left. The sunlight shone through the curtains into the ward, casting a warm light on the floor, and also illuminating the hope in his heart. The doctor said that Yan Jin's body had recovered well, but her consciousness was still trapped in a corner, and it would take time and stimulation to wake up.

"Jin'er, did you hear that? Our son will smile today, and he looks as good as you when he smiles." Xiang Yu held Yan Jin's hand, his voice low and gentle. He carried the child to the bedside and let the chubby little hand touch Yan Jin's fingers. "Look, he misses you so much, can you wake up soon?"

As the days passed, the crying and laughing of the children, as well as Xiang Yu's repeated murmurs, were like invisible threads pulling at Yan Jin's consciousness, trying to bring her back to reality.

Finally, on the day when my son was one month old, a miracle happened.

In the evening, the setting sun dyed the sky a brilliant orange-red. Xiang Yu was feeding his child, when suddenly he felt the little hand in his hand move, and then he heard a faint call: "Baby..."

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Yan Jin on the bed. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and then her once bright and moving eyes slowly opened.

"Jin'er! You're awake!" Xiang Yu was so excited that he could hardly control himself. He put the child down and held Yan Jin's hand tightly, fearing that this was just a dream.

Yan Jin's consciousness was still a little fuzzy. She looked around and saw the familiar ward, the tall figure by the window, and the small figure sleeping in his arms.

"Child...our child..." Her voice was hoarse and weak, but filled with deep maternal love.

"Yes, our child, he is very healthy." Xiang Yu held back his tears and held the child in front of her, "Jin'er, look, he is so cute, as beautiful as you."

Yan Jin's eyes fell on the child, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a happy smile. She reached out and gently stroked the child's cheek, feeling the soft touch and the miracle of life.

"What's his name?"

Xiang Yu paused, looked at his wife and children, his eyes full of tenderness: "Not yet, when you wake up, we will take it for him together..."