The old lady was startled at first, a look of astonishment on her face, but she quickly regained her composure.
She hurried to the two women in labor and comforted them softly, "Don't worry, don't be anxious.
The birth of the first child is usually slower, so just take it easy.
I'll call the doctor over right away."
After saying that, the old lady walked out of the ward with steady steps and calmly.
At this moment, Wu Mengyue's heart was full of regret. She kept blaming herself, wondering why she had asked Gu Sireng to go out and buy her food.
Now there is no one around me that I can trust.
If I really meet a bad guy, what will happen to me and the baby in my belly?
The more she thought about it, the more scared she became. Wu Mengyue felt her heart beating faster and faster, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
Not long after, the doctor was called by the old lady.
As soon as she entered the ward, the old lady pointed at her daughter-in-law and said, "Doctor, please take a look at her first."
The doctor nodded, quickly came to the bedside and began to examine the patient carefully.
After a careful examination, the doctor looked up at the old lady and said, "Your cervix is only one finger dilated, so it's still too early for delivery.
While there is still time, I need to buy her some food to replenish her energy."
The old lady nodded repeatedly and said, "Okay, doctor, I understand. I'll go buy it right away!"
With that, the old lady ran out in a hurry again.
Seeing the doctor about to turn around and leave, Wu Mengyue hurriedly shouted, "Doctor, wait, I'm here!
I also have a terrible stomachache."
The doctor stopped and looked back at Wu Mengyue.
I saw that her face was covered in sweat, her face was pale, and she looked extremely nervous and painful.
Seeing this, the doctor walked quickly to Wu Mengyue's bedside without saying a word, reached out and gently touched her bulging abdomen, then frowned and said, "Hmm...something's not right with you. The fetus in your belly seems to be in an abnormal position."
When Wu Mengyue heard this, she was immediately frightened and her face turned pale. She tightly grasped the doctor's hand and asked anxiously, "Doctor, what should we do?
Will it affect the baby?"
The doctor stretched out his hands and carefully touched the bulging belly.
After several repeated attempts, the doctor finally determined the situation, and then said in a calm tone: "While there is still some time, I need to ask Director Gao to come over immediately.
Director Gao is very experienced and skilled in handling this type of fetal position correction issue."
Hearing the doctor's words, Wu Mengyue nodded slightly to show her understanding and agreement.
The doctor continued to comfort her, “You should also try to relax and be at ease.
You should know that if you are too nervous, the fetus in your belly will also feel your emotions, becoming more nervous and the fetal movements will become more intense.
So, trust us, everything will be fine.”
"Okay, then I'll leave it to you, doctor!" Wu Mengyue responded gratefully.
As soon as he finished speaking, the doctor hurriedly left the ward and went to look for Director Gao.
At this time, there were only two pregnant women left in the ward, and they were suffering from waves of labor pains.
The pain was like surging waves, hitting their fragile bodies one after another.
Wu Mengyue felt that every contraction was like a sharp knife stirring her internal organs.
Sometimes the pain was so severe that her vision became blurry and the whole world seemed to lose its reality, making it difficult for her to tell whether she was in reality or a dream.
However, despite the intense pain, she still tried to keep herself at least three-quarters conscious.
Because she knew very well that Gu Sireng Leng had not returned yet and the baby in her belly had not been born yet. No matter what, she could not let herself pass out.
It was with such a firm belief that Wu Mengyue gritted her teeth and tenaciously endured the severe pain.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com