There's no better time than today, and no better time than for the child to figure it out himself.

It was 5 p.m., not yet rush hour, but the streets of Hong Kong were already teeming with traffic.

In the hotel's postpartum care room, the maids were notified and all arrived at their posts. From the kitchen to the bedrooms and all the toilets, all kinds of busy work began to welcome the newborn.

At home, Uncle Ming and his men began to take stock of all the things needed for the celebratory occasion, listing them one by one, checking the red envelopes and gifts, and of course, most importantly, sending everything his wife needed after giving birth to the hospital.

In the hospital, dedicated prenatal and postnatal care specialists and nutritionists are already ready and waiting in the wards.

Originally, it was agreed that Nie Zhao would go in and accompany her throughout the process, but Chen Rou refused at the last minute.

Throughout her pregnancy, she always agreed to whatever he said.

But at the last minute, he refused to let Nie Zhao into the operating room.

At this time, Nie Zhao had already changed into his surgical gown and was dressed neatly. However, the doctor came out and told him that his wife did not want him to go in or watch. In short, he should just wait for the child outside.

Nie Zhao even watched a video of a cesarean section in order to be present during childbirth, so he was mentally prepared.

But his wife doesn't want him. Why? What should he do?

Song Yuanchao was guessing, but he guessed quite accurately. He said, "Boss, the video and the scene are different. Besides, you've been having some neurasthenia lately. Your wife is worried that if you can't handle it and something unexpected happens, she's doing this for your own good."

Yes, Chen Rou always kept her trips to sea a secret from him; she was genuinely afraid he wouldn't be able to handle it if he saw them.

But how can Nie Zhao prove himself? He's certain he can do it.

Of course, since his wife insisted on not letting him in, he had no choice but to stay away.

But if he doesn't go in, he'll only become more worried.

Before today, he knew the idiom "a day feels like a year," but he had never experienced it. Even though he had been hospitalized many times and often came to the hospital, when the operating room door closed and the red light came on, the seconds on the red clock would slow down instantly, changing slowly and leisurely from 1 to 0.

Nie Zhao thought the surgery should be over, but when he checked his watch, he found that only two minutes had passed.

Nie Han also came. To reassure Chen Rou, Nie Zhao also called Li Xia, and she came too.

The two were whispering with Song Yuanchao, and they heard that the baby was kicking its mother until she couldn't stand it anymore, so they had to perform a C-section.

Nie Han frowned: "Could it be a boy? He's so naughty."

Li Xia also said, "Arou kept kicking, her kicks were really strong, she's probably a real rascal."

Song Yuanchao said, "People in my hometown say that if a child is quick-witted, he is smart, and our young master is a smart child."

Kid, boy, smart, are you sure?

What a rebellious child! He kicked his mother to the point of desperation even before he was born.

Strangely enough, Nie Zhao was originally ambitious and wanted to have the smartest baby in all of Hong Kong.

But when Song Yuanchao thought about being clever, he realized that his former ambitions had vanished in an instant.

He no longer expects a child with a high IQ; he only hopes that Chen Rou can be safe and sound.

Of course, it would be even better if the baby could be saved if possible.

After all, for the sake of her child, Chen Rou essentially confined herself to her home for four months, eagerly anticipating the birth of her child.

If she loses her child, she will be very sad, very disappointed, and devastated.

So Nie Zhao really didn't want a smart child; he just hoped for peace and safety.

It was at this moment that he suddenly remembered that when he was eight months pregnant, Chen Rou had said that she did not expect the child to be very smart, and it would be okay if the child was a little slow, as long as the child was safe. But at that time, Nie Zhao thought that everything was under control and did not think of any accidents. Until today, when it happened so suddenly, he realized how naive and ridiculous he had been.

Speaking of the unexpected event, the surgery seemed to have taken a long time. Nie Zhao looked at his watch again and couldn't believe that only 5 minutes had passed.

He then looked at Song Yuanchao and asked, "How long has it been since the surgery?"

Song Yuanchao said, "It's been 12 minutes since the red light came on."

He added, "As you said, this team's surgery will take a relatively long time, but the suturing of the wound will be particularly meticulous, both inside and out. Moreover, they mentioned in advance that the surgery will take at least 40 minutes."

It's going to take 40 minutes?

Damn it, only 12 minutes have passed?

Of course, meticulous suturing is essential so that the mother can recover to her optimal condition.

But why does time seem to pass so slowly?

This is a problem that money can't solve.

Nie Zhao didn't know what was happening inside, but he had already considered all the worst possibilities he could think of. In fact, he wasn't usually a believer in gods and Buddhas and would just perform the usual rituals, but now he urgently prayed to every god and Buddha he knew, not asking for his child to be smart, but only for the safety of mother and child.

This time he felt that at least 10 minutes had passed, so he raised his hand to check his watch.

I almost collapsed when I looked, because only 5 minutes had passed, which means that only 17 minutes had passed in total.

Why is time taking so long? Is the watch really broken?

He took another step back and said, "Okay, it's alright if the little idiot is healthy."

As long as his wife is safe, everything is fine, but there's still no news. Could something have happened?

Just then, the female TCM doctor suddenly said, "The baby has been born, and has a loud voice."

Nie Zhao clearly didn't hear anything, so where did the female TCM doctor hear it from?

He was naive, and asked again, "Can you hear my wife's voice? How is she?"

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