Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife Chapter 1497 - 1498: Just Like Taking a Dump
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In Cheng Su's home, doors flew open and stoves burst to life amid boisterous chatter that roused the startled neighbors. Hualing was the first to jolt awake.
Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she stepped outside and spotted the glaring lights, banishing thoughts of intruders. Then her gaze fell on Cheng Su’s door standing wide open. A quick moment of clarity washed over her, and everything clicked.
A racket like this deep into the night signaled just one thing: Cheng Su entering labor. With the baby due any day, an early start came as no shock.
Hualing dashed across, slipped right inside, and found Cheng Su—hair dripping wet—perched in the living room, drawing deep breaths in and out. She queried, “What’s up, are you in labor?”
Cheng Su glanced her way and nodded.
Right then, Mother Cheng bustled in with a steaming bowl of egg soup rice: “Eat this quick, it’s got ginger in it.”
Catching the scene, Hualing piped up, “I’ll run back, change clothes, and head to the hospital with you!”
Mother Cheng lit up at the offer, exclaiming, “Oh, so grateful to Sister-in-law Chen!” She knew Hualing worked as a nurse there, the very hospital for Cheng Su’s delivery.
Connections smoothed paths these days. Hualing’s presence erased worries about the hospital doctors handling the birth.
Cheng Su had no words for Hualing now, focused on steadying her breaths, riding out contraction waves, while wolfing down the soup rice.
After downing most of the soup rice, Qi Taiguo rushed back. He moved to scoop Cheng Su up, but she waved him off.
“Let her walk herself—it helps for the delivery!” Hualing and Mother Cheng chimed together.
Qi Taiguo eyed Cheng Su, her face ashen and forehead slick with sweat, his worry surging: “Are you sure you can manage?”
Teeth gritted against the agony, Cheng Su nodded and rasped, “Yes, let’s go.”
Qi Taiguo yielded, steadying her as she walked, and the whole group departed for the hospital in grand procession.
During the drive, Qi Taiguo floored it, anxiety gnawing at him fiercely.
They pulled up at the hospital by five-thirty. Summer mornings dawned quick, leaving the sky already tinged with light.
Once inside, surrounded by attendants and with Hualing—the known nurse—lending aid, Cheng Su simply waited. Tasks like registering and labor support fell to the others naturally.
Hualing’s assistance summoned an on-duty doctor swiftly for Cheng Su’s check.
Exam done, Cheng Su stared at the obstetrician full of hope, figuring all this torment meant birth was imminent, right?
“Just two centimeters dilated; no birth yet. Up and walk around!” the doctor declared flatly.
What?
Pain this intense for only two centimeters? Heavens, just strike her down now!
Hualing, tagging along, cast a sympathetic glance her way.
Ever the smooth operator, Mother Cheng slid the ready red envelope discreetly and cooed flatteringly, “Doctor, my daughter’s fate rests with you!”
The doctor pocketed the red envelope in a flash and assured, “It’s our duty, plus she’s Nurse Hua’s friend—no need to fret! Start by walking; it’ll ease things for delivery!”
“Yes, yes!”
Mother Cheng scrambled to lift Cheng Su, urging, “Heed the doctor, pace around more—it’s fine. Birthing later’s like dropping a load, just push and out it comes!”
That blunt remark drew mouth twitches from everyone present.
Cheng Su’s cheeks burned red then drained white. What nonsense—likening it to pooping? Pooping never hurt like hell!
But her mother’s brash words faded fast as another contraction pain crashed in.