The King’s Enchanting Chapter 1755 - 1769: Pregnancy Chronicles (4)

Upon hearing that the infant displayed weakness, Jian Anning readily embraced her maternal instincts without a hint of complaint.

"This child will be exceptionally challenging to nurture," the physician remarked with a shake of his head. In prior times, such a diagnosis would have invariably meant the child's demise, with even a forced birth yielding no possibility of survival, let alone successful rearing.

Furthermore, external reports have detailed instances of parasitic twins, conjoined twins, or scenarios involving one viable infant and one deceased twin. A deceased twin can inflict considerable harm upon the mother's body. Parasitic twins present even graver dangers, and conjoined twins are a distinct peril.

However, with the advancements in modern medicine, preserving both infants is not an impossibility, though it necessitates extraordinary care. Such delicate newborns, even post-birth, require meticulous attention.

"I harbor concerns that this child might present other complications—perhaps conjoined twins or a similar condition," the doctor elaborated, shaking his head. "Further diagnostic tests are essential for this. Should complications arise—I would advise medical intervention to induce labor."

As the pregnancy had surpassed the three-month mark, abortion was no longer an option, leaving only induced labor. This news struck Jian Anning and Yu Zexiao like a thunderclap!

They had never fathomed that the child they longed for so fervently might potentially be a conjoined twin! Naturally, any other unforeseen issue would be even more terrifying.

"Yet, the likelihood of this specific condition is exceedingly slim, perhaps one in ten thousand cases. The ultrasound suggests that the apparent issues stem primarily from the fetus's current weakness. There is no need for excessive apprehension." Noticing the pallor on their faces, the doctor hastened to offer reassurance.

"Do not fret; we have yet to conduct the full battery of tests. Remain calm," Yu Zexiao implored, his grip tightening on Jian Anning's arm as he observed her growing distress.

"I am not afraid," she responded, her head shaking resolutely. While she might express frustration with her family, in the face of her child's potential peril, she transformed into a steadfast and devoted mother.

As long as a sliver of hope for her child remained, she vowed to persevere!

The medical facilities here are quite advanced, yet pinpointing fetal abnormalities at just over three months gestation remains an exceptionally difficult task.

Following a full day of examinations, no definitive results emerged. Ultimately, the physician could only suggest a follow-up appointment in a fortnight, allowing the fetus more time to develop for a more comprehensive assessment.

This ambiguity left the couple in a state of anxious suspense—neither able to advance nor retreat, their days consumed by worry. The doctor's repeated assurances that the chances were minimal and that such outcomes were not guaranteed offered little solace, particularly the perplexing inability to receive a clear confirmation.

"H-husband..." As they exited the doctor's examination room, Jian Anning, whose earlier demeanor had been one of unwavering confidence, now felt her legs tremble.

No parent is immune to the fear of their child facing adversity, and Anning was no exception. Compounding her anxiety was the daunting prospect of explaining this situation to the Yu family.

"Could it be... could it be because I had a cold and took medication?" Although Yu Zexiao had informed the doctor of their intention to conceive, the physician had not prescribed any potent drugs. However, who could say for certain if that period of medication had somehow played a role...

If she were indeed responsible, she vowed she could never forgive herself!

"Rest assured, the doctor himself stated the probability is one in ten thousand. I've purchased lottery tickets for over a decade and never won even a paltry sum. I find it difficult to believe such misfortune could befall us..." Yu Zexiao mused, his brow furrowed.