The ward door opened with a bang.

Song Minghui walked hurriedly and his rhythm was obviously disrupted.

Old Liu rushed in quickly, "Quick! Call someone! I'll go check it out first!"

No one in the ward expected this.

Song Yiyi was just talking to them with a smile.

How come something happened in the blink of an eye!

Song Minghui and Cai Mengjun were putting diapers on the baby and discussing how to prepare milk powder.

"Yiyi, you have to let the baby suck milk as soon as possible. It doesn't matter whether the baby can suck it out or not. It's good for your health."

Cai Mengjun said softly, "If you can't suck it out, let's arrange for milk powder."

The milk powder and bottles are ready.

Song Minghui scalded it several times with boiling water.

In this day and age, they are still glass bottles, and they are hot to the touch when you pick them up.

Song Yiyi knew that Cai Mengjun was right.

Cen Yue had already told her all this before.

She listened to it as hypnosis before going to bed.

Two hours after birth is the golden period for breastfeeding, and within half an hour is the stage when the baby's sucking ability is relatively strong.

The sucking reflex and mother-baby contact can stimulate the secretion of prolactin.

This in turn promotes the secretion of oxytocin.

It is beneficial for maternal recovery.

Song Yiyi glanced at the busy Cen Yue and replied, "Okay, wait a moment."

This ward was specially reserved by Lao Liu and was equipped with a curtain that can be pulled up.

Song Yiyi mentioned to Cen Yue, "There will definitely be a lot of people in the ward by then. You have to be careful and don't let me get exposed."

She always knew.

Having a child is a very undignified thing.

But I still want to keep it as decent as possible.

Cen Yue agreed and did better than she expected.

He prepared the curtain himself.

Cen Yue came to the hospital in advance, measured the dimensions, and installed the track.

Before she gave birth.

All of this has been arranged.

Behind the curtain, Cen Yue was cleaning Song Yiyi's body.

His movements were gentle and efficient.

Fortunately, Cen Yue was very strong and avoided many embarrassing moments.

After finishing everything, Cen Yue helped Song Yiyi cover herself with the quilt.

He didn't forget to kiss her on the forehead.

Cen Yue bent down and tucked the loose hair behind her ears. His voice was gentle and hoarse, with a long tail: "Wife, you have worked hard."

There was a burning passion in his eyes.

Song Yiyi felt extremely relieved.

She reached out and put her hand into Cen Yue's hot and wet palm, and smiled with the corners of her lips raised: "You have worked hard too."

Song Yiyi knew.

Cen Yue was no less nervous and confused than she was.

The wound on his arm has not been treated yet.

Cen Yue didn't even glance at it from beginning to end.

Song Yiyi didn't want to compare who suffered more.

It was her wish to have a child.

Cen Yue respects her, and she will also respect Cen Yue.

A subtle change occurred somewhere in my heart.

Because of the children.

From now on they will be a real family.

Song Yiyi raised her head slightly. Just as she was about to say something to Cen Yue, she suddenly felt dizzy.

Cen Yue immediately realized that something was wrong with her.

The hand in his palm began to tremble.

Song Yiyi lay back down, her eyes rolled back, and her body went limp in an instant.

"Yiyi, Yiyi!"

Cen Yue's breathing stagnated, and he unconsciously clenched Song Yiyi's hand, his eyes becoming flustered.

He yelled outside: "Doctor, call a doctor!"

My heart was beating wildly, the world became quiet, and fear surged like a tide.

Every minute and every second seems to be extremely long.

The doctor came in quickly.

Cen Yue picked up Song Yiyi. She was limp all over, lifeless as if her soul had been taken away.

"Yiyi... Yiyi..."

Cen Yue's eyes turned red instantly, and he kept calling Song Yiyi's name over and over again.

His voice was filled with undisguised fear.

The doctor pinched Song Yiyi's philtrum.

Everyone was cleared out.

Outside the ward, Gu Cheng was still holding the hot porridge, holding it tightly as if he couldn't feel it.

Everyone held their breath.

Even the little girl in Cai Mengjun's arms didn't say a word.

Through the door, Cen Yue's hoarse voice inside gripped everyone's heart.

No one had ever seen Cen Yue like this.

Even just by listening to the sound, you can feel his collapse and despair.

This scene happened too fast.

No one expected it.

They were talking and laughing just now.

Cai Mengjun almost cried, "It's all over, it's all over..."

She didn't want to think about the bad possibilities.

Just repeating it over and over again.

Lao Liu was covered in cold sweat, but he still tried to comfort everyone: "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous... It must be because they are in a hurry... They are in a hurry..."

He just went in to take a look.

Most of the time, syncope is caused by orthostatic hypotension.

But he was not the attending physician, so he could not examine the patient and did not know whether there was a possibility of heavy bleeding.

Fortunately, it was not a heavy bleeding.

After the doctor came out, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

After Song Yiyi woke up again.

The first thing he did was something that surprised everyone.

“Bang!”

There was a crisp slap in the ward.

Song Minghui put his face in front of Song Yiyi, thinking that his daughter wanted to tell him something.

Unexpectedly, I was slapped in the face.

The slap was very strong, and it didn't seem like the strength a pregnant woman who had just given birth could exert.

Even through the curtain, Cai Mengjun shuddered.

The little girl immediately opened her mouth and started crying loudly.

Cai Mengjun was so busy trying to comfort her that she had no time to pay attention to what was happening behind the curtain.

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