The console notification had barely faded when Susan, her hand still resting on her abdomen, breathed softly as if afraid of disturbing something. Chen Hao was about to say something lighthearted when he saw her brows suddenly furrow and her face turn pale.

He immediately floated over, one hand gripping the edge of the seat, the other gently pressing on Susan's shoulder. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice a notch lower than usual.

Nana had already turned and walked to the control panel, her fingers rapidly tapping the screen. "Blood pressure dropped, heart rate increased," she said. "Susan, how are you feeling now?"

"I feel a little dizzy." Susan slowly opened her eyes. "I feel a tightness in my chest, like... I can't breathe."

Carl stood up from beside the toolbox and floated over to the passenger seat. Without asking any questions, he reached out and tightened the restraints again, then moved the cushioning pad behind Susan. "Don't move, lie down a bit," he said.

Nana accessed the medical database, and a large stream of data instantly appeared on the screen. A few seconds later, she stopped typing. "The initial diagnosis is gestational hypotension accompanied by mild dehydration," she said. "You need fluid replacement, adjust your position, and reduce activity."

"That's easy, just give her some water." Chen Hao said, and started to drift towards the locker.

"You can't drink water directly," Nana stopped him. "Liquid absorption is inefficient in weightless environments, so you must use an electrolyte solution. We only have two special rehydration packs in stock right now."

"Use mine." Chen Hao turned around. "I don't want my water anymore, I'll take this instead."

Nana glanced at him, said nothing, and simply nodded.

Carl had already opened his toolbox and pulled out a piece of tubing and a connector. "Can you make a simple IV stand?" he asked.

“Okay.” Nana handed over a blueprint. “Connect to the secondary outlet of the main cabin water storage system, install a flow limiting valve, and control the drip rate to twenty drops per minute.”

Without a word, Carl began assembling. His movements were steady, and as he tightened the screws, he asked in a low voice, "Susan, are you cold?"

"It's alright," she shook her head, "just tiring."

Chen Hao took a heating pack from the cabinet and put the nutritional meal into the temperature-controlled bath. "Do you want to eat something?" he asked, "Heat it up, at least to warm your stomach."

"It's not advisable to eat for now," Nana said. "You can start consuming small amounts of liquids once your blood pressure has risen."

Chen Hao pulled his hand back, then covered himself with the blanket again, securing one corner with a clip to prevent it from floating away.

The cabin was quiet for a few minutes, with only the soft hum of the equipment. Carl finished setting up the IV, and Nana carefully inserted the needle into the patch on Susan's arm. The liquid flowed slowly, its light shimmering in the transparent tube.

Fifteen minutes later, Nana checked the data again. "Blood pressure has returned to the normal range, and heart rate has stabilized," she said. "The danger is over."

Chen Hao let out a long breath, leaning back in his seat. "That scared me to death," he said. "I thought you were going to give birth on the way."

"There are still two months until my due date." Susan smiled, though her face was still a little pale. "It won't be that soon."

“But the way you looked just now was really scary.” Chen Hao scratched his head. “I was even ready to write my will.”

"To whom is it written?" Karl asked as he packed up his tools.

“This is a letter to my future child.” Chen Hao said seriously, “The first sentence is: Dad promised to bring you local specialties from Earth, but your mom passed away first, so I can’t give you the gift.”

Susan laughed out loud, then raised her hand to press her temples. "Can't you say something auspicious?"

“I’m talking about a realistic style,” Chen Hao said, spreading his hands. “Our kind of team can get into trouble at any time. Today it’s you, tomorrow it could be me getting stabbed in the throat by a floating fork.”

“Then remember to hold on tight when you eat from now on,” Carl said.

"I've learned my lesson," Chen Hao said, pointing to his head. "Next time I see anything that flies, I'll hide in the toilet immediately."

Nana suddenly spoke up: "I suggest establishing a daily double-check system during pregnancy." She pulled up a new program, "monitoring blood pressure, blood oxygen, and fetal movement twice a day, morning and evening. The data will automatically generate a report and be shared with everyone."

“Okay,” Carl nodded. “I also have a suggestion—set up a health emergency kit. Store commonly used medications, testing patches, and infusion kits in one place and check them regularly.”

"I'll take care of the registration," Chen Hao raised his hand. "Anyway, I don't have anything else to do right now."

“When you registered the supplies last time, you wrote ‘bionic chicken wings’ instead of ‘bionic chicken meat’,” Carl reminded you.

"I just thought calling it chicken wings sounded better," Chen Hao argued. "Besides, no one ended up eating the wrong thing."

“But the records must be accurate,” Nana said. “I will set up an automatic proofreading function.”

As the three of them talked, their gazes unconsciously fell on Susan. She had her eyes closed, her hand gently resting on her stomach, and her breathing was a little deeper than before.

"I'm sorry," she suddenly said softly, "I've troubled everyone."

"Stop talking." Chen Hao waved his hand. "You are the most valuable cargo on our ship right now. No one can afford to take responsibility if something goes wrong."

"You still want to charge for shipping?" Susan opened her eyes and looked at him.

“Of course,” Chen Hao grinned. “After the child is born, I’ll collect child support for ten years.”

“Then you’ll have to live that long,” Carl interjected.

"I'm tough," Chen Hao patted his belly. "Fat people are more resistant to falls, hunger, and anxiety."

The atmosphere inside the cabin gradually relaxed. Nana continued monitoring the data stream, broadcasting updates periodically. Carl checked the emergency kit's seal and hung it next to the passenger seat. Chen Hao sat near Susan, glancing at her wrist patch from time to time.

The starry sky outside was still pitch black, and the spaceship moved forward steadily.

After what seemed like an eternity, Susan said softly, "Actually... I felt a little dizzy yesterday."

All three of them looked at her at the same time.

“But I don’t want to interrupt your discussion about the allocation,” she said softly. “Besides, I thought I just needed a rest.”

"Don't do that again." Chen Hao's tone suddenly became serious. "If you're not feeling well, just say so. Don't try to bear it all alone."

"I'm just afraid of bothering others."

“You’re the one causing trouble for the entire ship,” Chen Hao said. “If something really happens to you, the three of us will have to become babysitters.”

“That Carl definitely can’t do it,” Susan laughed. “He can’t even boil water.”

“I can,” Carl said without changing his expression, “I just don’t want to waste energy.”

“Look, he’s still being stubborn.” Chen Hao turned to Nana and said, “Write this down: Karl admitted he could boil water but deliberately didn’t, which is a deliberate act of malice.”

Nana did indeed enter a note into the system.

The cabin fell silent again. The four people remained in the same positions, and none of them showed any intention of leaving.

Chen Hao stared at the control panel screen, which displayed various parameters. Everything was normal.

He suddenly remembered something and turned to ask, "Nana, is it okay for pregnant women to listen to music? I'd like to play a song to lighten the mood."

“Yes,” Nana replied, “but the volume must not exceed 60 decibels to avoid stimulating the fetus’s auditory system.”

"Then shall I sing?"

"I would strongly advise against it."

I'll just sing one line!

"Authorization denied."

Chen Hao pursed his lips, about to say something, when he suddenly noticed that Susan's hand trembled slightly again.

He immediately stopped and moved closer. "Are you feeling unwell again?"

Susan shook her head, but her brows furrowed slightly.

Nana's gaze had already shifted to the monitoring screen, her finger hovering above the control area.

Carl released the toolbox he had just closed.

Chen Hao held his breath.

The blood oxygen level on the screen is slowly decreasing.