He Xiasheng is a surgeon, not an obstetrician and gynecologist, but the divisions between departments are not very clear these days.

Medical resources are limited, and many doctors have to take on multiple roles. She has helped military families deliver babies many times in the military hospital, so she has a lot of experience.

Not long after drinking the chicken soup, a warm current flowed out uncontrollably.

He Xiasheng pulled the curtain, bent down to take a look, put the pen in his pocket, stood up and drove his family out.

"The midwife is in place, preparing for the birth. Mom, you all go out and wait. Too many people means more germs."

Zhao Meiya, with tears in her eyes, held her hand and warned her, "Okay, Xia Sheng, Mommy leaves your sister to you. If anything happens, don't ask about protecting the elders or the children. Always put your sister first."

"Don't worry, Mom. Dongbao is in good health. We checked her before and she's in a perfect position."

After about an hour, the pain gradually intensified.

Because someone helped share the pain, He Ruixue's pain was not as obvious as that of other women in labor. It was like someone was beating her continuously with a stick, but it was still unbearable.

I couldn't help but sigh again at the greatness of mothers. How painful it must have been for her mother when she gave birth to her.

In order not to affect the nurse's judgment, she acted with double the pain and kept screaming in pain at the top of her lungs.

In order to help her maintain her strength, He Xiasheng stuffed a cork in her mouth, and He Ruixue had to express herself through her eyes and actions.

An hour later I had contractions, and it took nearly six hours for the cervix to dilate to less than two fingers.

After being "beaten" for another four hours, she was almost numb before she heard a voice like the sound of nature saying that her cervix was completely open.

In the 1970s, there was no distinction between delivery rooms and waiting rooms in hospitals. He Xiasheng picked up alcohol and disinfected everywhere, then began the delivery process.

The entire He family was waiting outside the delivery room, some sitting and some standing, and everyone was anxious.

"Why are you so slow?" Zhao Meiya held the unfinished chicken soup and stared at the door of the delivery room. "Old man, I asked you to burn more paper for your father and grandfather. Did you do it?"

"I burned nearly a sack of paper money. The grave was almost on fire."

"Why doesn't it work? Or is it that your He family can't have a say in the King of Hell? I just saw someone give birth right after they went in."

He Dagen was fidgeting. "She gave birth to her third child, wasn't it fast? Lu Lan gave birth to her second child in less than three hours."

"No, I have to go in and guard it. My daughter is scared and she can't leave me alone."

Having said that, Zhao Meiya could no longer sit still, and after being stopped, she began to cry again.

In the haze, she looked up and happened to see Jiang Yanxu's expression. Only then did she calm her anxious mood and said, "Old man, look at how sincere your son-in-law is. Which of the men waiting outside is as anxious as he is?"

He Dagen looked up and found that Jiang Yanxu's condition was indeed not right.

He stood against the wall, gasping for breath, his fists clenched so tightly that the veins on his wrists were visible, and sweat began to break out on his forehead.

His sharp eyebrows were tightly furrowed, his face was as pale as paper, and he looked like he would faint at any second.

He Xiaotuan felt ashamed when he saw this. Although he was anxious when Lu Lan gave birth, it didn't end up like this.

"Uncle, are you okay? Do you want to go sit down?"

"fine."

Jiang Yanxu answered in a whisper, squeezing the words out of his throat, the pain on his face becoming clearer.

Zhao Meiya couldn't help but nod, thinking that Dongbao had found a good partner and it was worth giving birth to a child for him.

How could she know that Jiang Yanxu was not just worried, but was really in pain.

He felt as if a non-existent part of his body was being torn apart. The pain was so severe that he couldn't sit still. He only felt better when he stood up.

Compared to this kind of pain, the injuries I suffered when I was practicing martial arts were nothing.

After all, falls and sprains only hurt for a while, and then you can recover, but what he experienced was continuous and even became more and more intense.

In addition, he was also grateful that there was an expert who could help him share the burden with his wife.

Otherwise, if the pain at this moment was doubled and all inflicted on her alone, he couldn't imagine how she, who was not strong, could bear it.

He turned his head and glanced at all the female comrades present who had given birth, and couldn't help but feel more heartfelt admiration for them.

These are the real heroes.

From morning till night, the baby was finally born at 7:15 in the evening.

He Xiasheng held the swaddling clothes and handed them to the nurse next to him after confirming that the baby was healthy. He then brushed aside his sister's sweaty hair and asked, "How do you feel?"

"It's okay, sis. I'm so thirsty."

"Observe for two hours first. If you're fine, then drink. Come, prepare to urinate. Don't be afraid. Hold my hand."

He Xiasheng lowered his head, his tone gentle but firm, "Dongbao, you are really great."

"My sister is much better than me."

This is the truth. Only those who have given birth know how difficult it is.

He Xiasheng had just finished performing surgery on her husband and had suffered a huge mental blow. She was wholeheartedly worried about Qiao Rui's safety.

When she encountered a difficult labor and was extremely exhausted, and she was pregnant with twins, she was completely filled with debuffs and it was a complete hell mode.

Her safe delivery can only be described as a miracle.

He Xiasheng smiled, touched her forehead, then stood up and carefully checked her condition.

The child had been taken out by the nurse, and the family quickly stood up. Jiang Yanxu felt that the pain in his body was not as strong as before, so he knew that the baby was born.

He hurried over to take a look and stumbled, almost falling. When He Chunsheng supported him, he realized that his legs had become numb after standing for nearly ten hours.

"Congratulations, a daughter has been born. Both mother and daughter are safe."

Jiang Yanxu glanced at the child quickly and asked, "Doctor, is my wife okay? Can I go in and see her now?"

"Hold on."

The nurse saw so many different kinds of people, some were busy holding the baby, and some changed their expression as soon as they heard that a girl was born. Jiang Yanxu's performance made her like him more.

She went back to the ward to ask, and waited for about half an hour. After everything was almost done, she opened the door and let the family in.

Zhao Meiya's thin body burst out with tremendous strength. She pushed Jiang Yanxu aside and rushed in first. When she saw He Ruixue, she started crying and shouting at the head of the bed.

"Dongbao, you've suffered so much. Mom's heart feels like it's being pushed on a millstone. If anything happens to you, I won't live anymore."

"Mom, I'm fine. Have you seen your granddaughter?"

Zhao Meiya wiped her tears with her skirt, her expression brightened rapidly, and she smiled again, "I saw her. She looks a lot like you when you were little. You can tell she's a beauty at first glance. Come, take a look."

He Ruixue lowered her head, touched the tender face of the newborn baby, and looked into Jiang Yanxu's eyes.

The two people's thoughts touched each other like tentacles, and tears filled their eyes at the same time. The excitement and emotion in their hearts were beyond words.

Jiang Yanxu stepped forward and hugged her and the child at the same time, "Thank you for your hard work."

He Ruixue whispered in his ear, "You too."

He definitely deserves half the credit for the birth of this child.