Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife Chapter 1500 - 1501: Giving Birth to a Son at First Try
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Outside the delivery room, Qi Taiguo anxiously paced back and forth, while Mother Cheng clasped her hands tightly in prayer, growing dizzy from watching her son-in-law so intently.
Besides that, he constantly glanced at his watch and wondered aloud, "She’s been in there for so long, why is there no news yet? Could it be a difficult childbirth?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk! Don’t speak such unlucky words; spit it out and say it again right now." Mother Cheng shot him a fierce glare and hurriedly chanted, "Bodhisattva, forgive him, he doesn’t mean it..."
Qi Taiguo’s face flickered with unease, and he spat quickly, his heart filled with hidden worry.
Hualing had already headed to work but made a point to stop by the delivery room, inquiring, "Is she not out yet?"
Qi Taiguo hurried over and pleaded, "Hualing, could you go inside and check on her? She’s been in the delivery room for ages and still hasn’t given birth!"
"Don’t worry. No word from the doctor yet means all is proceeding well. Childbirth isn’t something that just... happens instantly. Relax; everything’s fine. Cheng Su is incredibly fortunate!" Hualing reassured him with a warm smile.
Should there be any real trouble like a difficult labor inside, the doctor would emerge to consult the family on choices; their silence confirms no issues.
Delivering a baby demands time, and even several hours isn’t unusually prolonged.
Qi Taiguo managed a strained smile after hearing her words.
Suddenly, the delivery room door swung open, and Qi Taiguo dashed forward as the doctor stepped out.
"Doctor, how is my wife?"
"The mother has given birth, both mother and child are safe, congratulations!" The doctor beamed while offering his congratulations.
"Oh, it’s a boy?" Mother Cheng slapped her thigh in delight and asked. Wonderful girl, delivering a son—now the Qi family’s old lady can’t call her a hen that doesn’t lay eggs anymore.
Before the doctor answered, attendants wheeled Cheng Su out, seated in a wheelchair this time instead of a stretcher. She slumped against it, eyes shut, her face drained of color.
Qi Taiguo froze in shock; the happiness from news of mother and child safe faded instantly, and he called urgently to Cheng Su: "Susu, are you okay?"
Mother Cheng peered closer and chuckled, "It’s nothing serious, she’s just worn out from the effort!"
Cheng Su felt utterly drained, barely managing to pry her eyes open, attempting a few words before shutting them again; she had no strength remaining.
"The mother needs rest; we’ll take her to the ward to recover before any chatting!" declared the nurse wheeling Cheng Su along.
Qi Taiguo trailed right behind, so focused on his wife that he overlooked his newborn son entirely.
Poor Little Pig Qi got carried from the delivery room by a nurse, missing his parents’ gaze, with only his grandmother stepping up for a quick look.
Seeing Cheng Su’s steady breathing, Qi Taiguo sought doctor’s assurance a third time that she was truly fine and merely fainted from fatigue, then sighed in relief at last.
Perched at her bedside, he noticed her forehead slick with sweat, her face sallow and deathly pale, her entire form lacking vitality; pain twisted in his chest with fear.
He hadn’t realized how horrifying childbirth could be, witnessing her resemble a corpse—it was utterly terrifying.
Thank goodness he was a soldier, and thankfully the one-child policy reigned now, sparing them this ordeal again.
Qi Taiguo grasped Cheng Su’s hand—icy cold—and warmed it between both of his, pressing a gentle kiss to it before tucking it securely under the covers.
He grabbed a towel and hot water, soaked and wrung it warm, then carefully dabbed the sweat from Cheng Su’s brow, cleansed her face, and couldn’t resist planting a soft kiss on her lips.
"Wife, thank you." Qi Taiguo murmured softly into her ear, "You’ve worked hard!"
In her slumber, Cheng Su’s lips curved faintly upward.