Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife Chapter 1498 - 1499: No More Births, Just Let Me Die

Cheng Su finally endured the infamous level 10 labor pain. The uterine contractions' intensity matched that of a hydraulic press, and she sensed she was at her breaking point.

Qi Taiguo watched Cheng Su shaking in agony, his heart filled with distress, desperate to shoulder the pain himself. He held out his arm, covered in bruises from her tight grips, and offered, "Why don’t you bite this instead? It might hurt less!"

Cheng Su glared at him briefly, but as another fierce contraction struck, she ignored everything and sank her teeth into Qi Taiguo’s arm fiercely, as though passing her torment onto him.

Oh heavens, the pain is excruciating!

No more kids, never again!

Gripping her belly, she chomped down on his arm with force, tears trickling out, and once the pain subsided, a metallic blood taste filled her mouth.

She had bitten Qi Taiguo’s arm so deeply that blood flowed.

Qi Taiguo’s arm grew numb, yet he felt no pain whatsoever, simply inquiring, "Does it feel any better?"

Cheng Su’s energy faded slightly, her eyes reddened as she declared, "I don’t want to give birth anymore. Should I have a C-section? I can’t take it!"

No human could withstand this; she abandoned the idea of natural birth. Damn, the agony was unbearable.

Mother Cheng rebuked before Qi Taiguo could respond: "Don’t talk nonsense, natural birth benefits the baby most and helps the mother too. A C-section would damage your vitality severely. Absolutely not!"

"Mom, I’m in so much pain!" Cheng Su wailed.

"Is there any childbirth without pain? Hang in there a bit more; the doctor hasn’t ruled out natural delivery!" Mother Cheng stated steadily. "I’ve gotten a smooth delivery talisman for you; it guarantees an easy process. Don’t fret!"

Pfft!

If it’s truly smooth, why the delay in birth?

"Why don’t you hold on a little more? If you really can’t endure it, we’ll opt for a C-section," Qi Taiguo proposed.

Cheng Su managed only a nod.

Hualing remarked, "You exercise regularly, so it should progress smoother. First births often bring over eight hours of suffering. Full cervical dilation will make it easier." Checking the clock, she added, "It’s just seven now; plenty of time left!"

What? All this torment, and it’s merely seven?

Cheng Su nearly swore aloud. Before words escaped, fresh level 10 labor pain assaulted her, silencing her. Better to conserve energy!

Minutes dragged on endlessly, Cheng Su’s cervix dilating gradually. With no choice, they started oxytocin to intensify the contractions.

Already in hellish torment, the oxytocin drip amplified it like blades carving her flesh, pain hitting its zenith.

This surpassed even death’s torment.

Gazing at Qi Taiguo and the rest amid her starry vision, Cheng Su cried, "I’m not having this baby, just let me die!"

Mother Cheng smacked her hand, snapping, "Stop the nonsense, be quiet, and save strength for delivery!"

Qi Taiguo, brimming with sorrow, urged, "Listen to Mom!"

Hualing stifled a laugh nearby. Having endured similar agony, she’d have teased Cheng Su otherwise.

Cheng Su, normally so bold and competent, crumbled before childbirth.

She sighed inwardly—motherhood demanded true grit. Ten months pregnant was simple; contractions brought the real trial.

As Cheng Su neared collapse from agony, ready to quit, she gasped, "I can’t take it anymore, take me for a C-section, I can’t do this!"

The doctor examined her and declared, "You’re at eight centimeters; head to the delivery room now."

Cheng Su felt immense relief upon hearing it, nearly dropping to her knees in thanks to the doctor; at last, delivery room time.