Chapter 43 Daily Life in the Obstetrics and Gynecology Department: One Baby on Each Side
Tianle retorted indignantly, "I'm not a liar!"
The two girls were surprised to find the person in question there. They chuckled awkwardly and squeezed onto a sofa with Yi Qiong.
Tianle sat down on the stool next to Meng Yiqiong, his long legs slightly stretched out, his brows furrowed as he stared at the floor.
Meng Yiqiong introduced them to each other. The girl in the blue dress was named Gan Lu, and she had been Meng Yiqiong's capable assistant since the beginning of her internship. The girl in the white pants was named Mei Tang, and she was a researcher.
Gan Lu chuckled dryly twice: "He is quite handsome, haha, hahaha..."
Mei Tang's tone was completely different from before: "We were just talking casually. Don't mind it."
Meng Yiqiong glared at them.
Gan Lu immediately pulled Mei Tang to her feet: "Um, you haven't had dinner yet, have you? We won't bother you any longer, we'll be leaving now."
The two of them were rushing around, one after the other, keeping busy.
Although he had only covered himself for a short while, Tianle was already covered in sweat.
Meng Yiqiong handed him a tissue to wipe his sweat: "They're just being gossipy, don't take it seriously."
Tianle lifted his wet eyelids. "Master, are you just saying this casually too?"
"I..." In her haste, she blurted out something, but she couldn't quite remember what he had said. Why was he, who was usually so playful, suddenly so serious?
It seems I need to answer this question carefully.
Tianle suddenly stood up, braced himself on one arm beside her, and covered her mouth with the other.
Meng Yiqiong stared wide-eyed at his palm and muttered, "What's this for?"
Tianle's fingers curled slightly, a corner of her blue pajamas slipping across her arm: "Master, this is a new position I learned from you. I'm very smart, so please don't leave me, okay?"
Meng Yiqiong glanced at herself, who was encircled in his arms, and then looked away without making a sound.
She suddenly pushed him away: "When did I say I didn't want you anymore?"
A light gradually appeared in Tianle's brown pupils: "Really? Master still wants me! Master likes me, right?"
"Yes, yes, I like you the most."
Tianle was lying very close to her, almost pressing down on her, their breaths almost touching.
Her keen medical senses led her to a surprising discovery: Tianle's lower body had undergone some kind of change.
When she took him home, didn't she take him to be spayed/neutered?
Could it be...?
No?
Meng Yiqiong suddenly pushed him away and sprang up from the sofa.
Tianle still stared at her blankly and with a wronged expression.
Meng Yiqiong really wanted to pat his head, but when she remembered that he was a person now and not a dog, she curled her fingers back.
She showed no emotion whatsoever, her expression was expressionless, and she turned to prepare to cook.
Halfway there, she suddenly turned around: "By the way, that position just now, you can't do it to other girls... not even boys."
Tianle squatted on the ground, supporting himself on the floor with his arms between his legs, his eyes crinkling with laughter: "Oh, why?"
The setting sun cast a soft, shimmering glow on his blond hair. Meng Yiqiong hesitated, but managed to hold back from correcting his posture.
It seems that it will take some time to adapt after just becoming human.
She simply said, without much emotion, "They'll call the police and have you arrested."
Tianle squatted for a while, then got up and ran quickly to her side. With his fingers pointing down and his wrists resting on his chin, he said cheerfully, "Master, Master, I can use fire now! I'll cook for you."
Meng Yiqiong asked in surprise, "You can actually cook?"
Not only can they do it, they do it exceptionally well.
When the food was served, Meng Yiqiong felt as if she had accidentally wandered into a five-star hotel.
No, five-star hotels are just all show and no substance, with fancy exteriors and exquisite plating, but you often don't get enough to eat.
The dishes in front of her were large in portion, and had a perfect combination of color, aroma, and taste. They tasted just like the food she had when she was a child, and even better than the canteen food she ate in her childhood.
How could a little pug that doesn't even know human language very well cook such complicated dishes?
Tianle started scratching his head of yellow fur again: "Hehe, you know. Abandoned dogs have never eaten anything good, so they just lie around in other people's kitchens and learn from them."
However, when Tianle placed the bill in front of her, Meng Yiqiong felt as if she had wasted her time learning math.
This is definitely not the shop owner taking advantage of Tianle's inability to do math and adding two extra zeros.
That makes sense; you can't make this taste with ordinary ingredients. The side dishes inside are also high-priced items that she rarely buys.
Moreover, ever since Tianle stopped eating dog food, the 1.9-meter-tall, spirited young man has been eating extravagant meals three times a day, and his food expenses have been steadily increasing.
Meng Yiqiong wanted to bring this up several times, but she could never bring herself to say it.
Today, it's become known that she's living with a guy, even though neither she nor Tianle consider him a man—he's just an 8-month-old baby—but that's the truth.
Once Ganlu and Meitang find out, the whole hospital will probably know by the next day. But if Tianle doesn't stay here, he can't support himself. The worst part is that whenever she expresses a desire for Tianle to leave, he always feels like she's rejecting him and wants to abandon him again.
Meng Yiqiong worried about this all night and didn't fall asleep until almost 3 a.m.
When I arrived at the hospital the next day, it was almost 11 o'clock.
Once you go up to the 5th floor, you'll see all sorts of men in labor. This is her daily work environment.
The pregnant men, with their varied physiques, belly shapes, and circumstances, ranged from those who had to stop every few steps in the corridor to those who sat in chairs with IV drips inserted, heads bowed in pain, while others remained calm, seemingly oblivious to what was happening inside their wombs.
Meng Yiqiong pushed open the door to ward 501. The woman in labor was carrying twins. She glanced at the records on the wall; labor had started around 11 a.m. yesterday. But upon examination, it turned out that she was only five centimeters dilated after 24 hours.
The woman in labor looked young, with fair skin, a tight waistline, and a thin build; she didn't look like she was having a difficult time giving birth.
She was probably around 20 years old. When she first came in, I thought she was a student at some university and hesitated about whether to report her to her school. Later, I heard that she got pregnant after having sex with a customer at the club.
The woman had promised to buy his freedom, but after learning he was pregnant, she never showed up again, only sending him money for baby formula every month. On the day he went into labor, the same woman had someone take him to the hospital, paid a large sum for hospitalization, and then disappeared without a trace.
At this moment, he had an oxygen tank over his face. I heard that he had fainted several times during the night due to the pain, and kept muttering that he wanted to see his guest one more time. There was a stubborn unwillingness and a sense of dejection and bewilderment in his eyes. These complex expressions were mixed on his originally pure and youthful face, creating a unique charm.
Meng Yiqiong gave him an oxytocin injection. At first, the young man in labor could bear it, but as soon as the injection was given, he started rolling around on the bed clutching his stomach.
Meng Yiqiong walked out indifferently and then went into ward 502. The man in labor there was probably twice as old as the man in ward 501. Pregnancy at such an advanced age is very dangerous. Fortunately, his young wife was by his side.
His birth canal was fully dilated, his belly hanging precariously, but he was struggling to push. He'd been in labor all morning with no progress. His wife, who looked to be under 30, was there to keep him company, but she lacked patience.
Meng Yiqiong glanced around and saw that there was nothing seriously wrong, then continued walking towards room 503 with a blank expression.
She'd seen all sorts of situations, and she figured the woman in room 501 was in real danger; it could very well result in the death of both mother and child. She'd always believed in fate. Even as a doctor, she was reluctant to interfere too much.
The patient in ward 503 was a man who had just given birth and had been abandoned by his wife. His name was quite easy to remember: Lu Nanxing.
He moved in when he was seven months pregnant and had been on bed rest ever since.
In truth, he knew that without his wife's presence during childbirth, the baby simply wouldn't have been born.
Meng Yiqiong had a good impression of him; he had the air of a Peking Opera martial arts performer, with bright and spirited eyes, and always sat upright.
I never wallowed in self-pity because I was abandoned; I remained calm and focused on my pregnancy.
He was just waiting for someone who would never come back.
But when I checked the rooms today, Lu Nanxing wasn't there? The room was empty, the sheets and blankets were neatly made, and there was no sign of anyone having lain down or sat down.
Meng Yiqiong was a woman of absolute authority in the hospital, possessing a composure and maturity far beyond her years.
The nurse at the door said that Lu Nanxing had disappeared when she came to check on the patients early in the morning, and a doctor had just seen him come out of Dr. Gan's office.
Ganlu is in charge of prenatal checkups, but pregnant men who have already been admitted to the hospital do not need to go to her department for examinations.
The hospital has a rule that it never inquires about the birth, background, occupation, or romantic history of the man in labor. They only focus on delivering babies and do not interfere in other people's lives. However, the young doctors can't resist their gossipy nature and can always dig up some clues. Although Meng Yiqiong wasn't interested in these things, she would still listen in on them.
The reason this man was abandoned by his wife was that Mrs. Lu had an affair.
Meng Yiqiong guessed the general idea and had just reached the door of Gan Lu's office when she saw Lu Nanxing clutching his stomach and leaning against the railing against the wall. He had dark circles under his eyes and a patch of stubble on his cheeks, and it was rare to see him looking so dejected in public.
Across from us was a young couple. The man's belly was eight or nine months along, pear-shaped, and had already descended into his pelvis.
Instead of heading out the door, the two women came towards the maternity ward, apparently having already gone into labor and needing to be admitted.
It's the height of summer, and everyone is dressed lightly. No matter how much you care about your figure, you can't hide anything.
Today, Lu Nanxing deliberately wore all black, and her big belly was just a self-deceptive illusion that it had shrunk a size.
He looked at the man's protruding belly across from him, and his hand gripping the barre trembled slightly involuntarily.
"You're pregnant too? Congratulations!"
Mrs. Lu seemed surprised to run into him here; she assumed the baby had already been born. Had she known, she wouldn't have chosen to come to the same hospital.
The gentleman she was supporting smiled somewhat embarrassedly and said, "Congratulations to you too."
Lu Nanxing stood between the two, showing no intention of moving aside. His wife was talking about divorce papers and separation.
Meng Yiqiong only wanted to be responsible for her patients. Just as she was about to call Lu Nanxing back, Gan Lu came out of the department and saw her standing at the door.
She immediately beamed and said, "It's all yours now. The new patient is surnamed Zhang. Oh, you're going to be busy again." Mrs. Lu made no attempt to hide her presence, supporting Mr. Zhang as they carefully walked along the wall, passing in front of Lu Nanxing without giving him even a glance.
He only heard his wife speaking softly and tenderly to Mr. Zhang: "While you still have the strength, what would you like to eat? I'll go buy it for you."
Before he could say anything, Mr. Zhang suddenly felt his stomach drop sharply, scraping against his soft birth canal, making him almost lose his balance. His lower body was already wet.
Seeing that his water had broken, Meng Yiqiong quickly had someone help him to the newly opened ward and told him not to move anymore.
Lu Nanxing's condition is also very bad; he had already started having sex yesterday.
He was always patient and, though he didn't say much, he was very polite whenever he saw Meng Yiqiong.
Meng Yiqiong knew that his situation was different from that of ward 501. Even without his wife by his side, he could still give birth to this child.
What outsiders don't know is that Meng Yiqiong has a pocket watch that can tell whether a person is alive or dead.
As the saying goes, "If the King of Hell wants you dead at midnight, who dares to keep you alive until dawn?" Her pocket watch clearly recorded the exact time she was born and the exact time she died.
It wasn't that she was heartless and unwilling to reduce the pain of those men in labor in the slightest, but rather that she had no other choice until the time was right.
If the time is missed, misfortune will befall the midwife. If the husband does not survive the labor, there is nothing she can do.
Therefore, she has always felt powerless about her work, and she knows that she is different from other doctors.
Lu Nanxing's child can be born, and it can happen within an hour.
Meng Yiqiong had initially found it strange, as the pocket watch had never been wrong. But after seeing Mrs. Lu today, she was even more convinced that everything was preordained.
Lu Nanxing must have received the news before he came out to see Mrs. Lu. He specially wore this black outfit, which was also very tight.
Meng Yiqiong comforted Lu Nanxing onto the delivery bed, lifted his shirt, and saw that he was wrapped in layers of restraints.
The fetus couldn't stretch its legs inside, so it naturally thrashed around a lot. However, the contractions noticeably weakened, leaving only the pain.
He was somewhat emotionally unstable, and the curve on his electrocardiogram was somewhat abnormal.
Lu Nanxing looked at her intently, and Meng Yiqiong naturally understood.
She went to the next delivery room and persuaded them to move Lu Nanxing and Mr. Zhang to the same delivery room, separated by a curtain.
Mrs. Lu sat in the middle, holding the hand of a man in each hand. The children on both sides could feel the unique fluctuations of her inner energy.
Especially on Lu Nanxing's side, the fetal heartbeat, which had been weak, started beating again.
Meng Yiqiong could see clearly that Lu Nanxing was pushing and straining repeatedly, but to no avail. However, Mr. Zhang was deliberately delaying the delivery.
Even when his stomach was perfectly calm, he would still yell and scream, just to keep Mrs. Lu from getting distracted and to give her a glance.
With both of Mrs. Lu's hands occupied, she naturally couldn't examine his abdomen.
However, the screams that occasionally drifted from other wards and the corridor terrified her. Lu Nanxing remained silent, only tightening and loosening his grip on his wife's hand repeatedly. Mrs. Lu couldn't help but look in his direction.
Lu Nanxing just stared out the window. He seemed a little embarrassed by the scene, wanting his wife to be by his side, yet also not wanting her to be there.
Meng Yiqiong could tell that Mrs. Lu wasn't completely without feelings for her husband. But clearly, she reserved most of her tenderness for Mr. Zhang.
Meng Yiqiong has never loved anyone else, and she doesn't know if it's possible to love two people at the same time, or if once she falls in love with someone else, she will show no mercy to the one she loved before.
Mr. Zhang, who was on the other side of the curtain, was screaming desperately, demanding that Meng Yiqiong come over and take a look at him.
Meng Yiqiong knew in her heart that her pregnancy wouldn't progress until this afternoon, while Lu Nanxing's pocket watch showed 20 seconds left.
Lu Nanxing repeatedly thrust his abdomen forward, finally letting out a long groan; his lower body was filthy. He slowly turned his gaze back, noticing out of the corner of his eye that Mrs. Lu hadn't even glanced in their direction.
Lu Nanxing suddenly relaxed, and the baby was already out.
Mrs. Lu quickly let go, covering Lianzi completely, and went to stay with the other side.
After that, bathing and caring for the newborn was not within Meng Yiqiong's responsibilities, so she went out for tea first.
Lu Nanxing was transferred to a special ward for proper care, while Mr. Zhang, despite having a rapid delivery, showed no progress by the afternoon.
The pocket watch displayed the character "生" (sheng, meaning "life"), so he was fine. However, it didn't show the exact minutes and seconds. Meng Yiqiong knew she needed someone else's help.
Only under these circumstances can she truly play a role.
She contacted the emergency room and then locked herself and Mr. Zhang inside.
Meng Yiqiong has a special ability: she can bring the dead back to life.
Square white walls on all four sides, 40 degrees Celsius outside, but as cold as an icebox inside.
She stood beside the delivery bed and began to perform a ritual on Mr. Zhang. Many difficult-to-treat illnesses in the past had been saved using this method.
Of course, if ordinary people knew, she might be arrested as a monster, so she had to put a barrier around the room every time she cast a spell, and at the same time cast a 'forgetfulness spell' on the pregnant man.
They wouldn't remember how they were rescued when they woke up. Mr. Zhang had been put into a deep sleep by her spell.
Meng Yiqiong watched as a purple lotus flower bloomed on his stomach, and then the petals fell inch by inch, swirling and dancing in the air, filling the room with a strange floral fragrance.
It wasn't the scent of a single flower, but rather an extremely intense fragrance, a riot of colors blended together. This lasted for a full 15 minutes before the petals were finally absorbed into Mr. Zhang's stomach.
Then, the child was dragged out unharmed.
The fact that both the adults and children survived such a dangerous situation only deepened the hospital's respect for Meng Yiqiong, making them regard her as a miracle worker.
Gan Lu really wanted to learn such skills from her, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't learn even a tenth of them.
Mr. Zhang was wheeled back to a regular ward, while Meng Yiqiong returned to her office.
The tea had gone cold, and the sunlight had moved from the east wall to the west wall, shining on her entire wall of banners and certificates of merit.
No one knew that behind this entire wall, there was a dark room, which she had also enchanted.
No one but her could open it, not even the senior who taught her this secret technique.
Life seemed meaningless to her. On one hand, she became the most influential female obstetrician in the country, delivering the most newborns nationwide. On the other hand, she simply couldn't understand why they chose to welcome new life.
In her view, having children without being prepared is extremely irresponsible. This would result in very low-quality and meaningless life forms existing in the world.
For example, herself.
She had always wanted to end her life.
But she was afraid of pain, so she locked herself in the lab, hoping to find a way to disappear silently.
She was abandoned as a child and then given away every year or two, never building any lasting friendships.
But for some reason, she seems to be quite popular, and there are always a few people around her.
There was a girl named Jianjie in particular, to whom he was completely open and honest.
Dealing with them only made me feel mentally exhausted.
She consulted ancient books and finally found a solution.
On the wall in the very center of the darkroom, there was also a purple lotus flower. Ancient books record that when a human reaches the age of 25 and lights up this lotus flower, they can choose to leave this world.
She finally turned 25. All that frantic effort to accumulate the number of deliveries she had made was just to start the countdown to her death as soon as possible.
The flower has five petals, and she has already lit four of them. The two babies she delivered today will add a touch of color to the petal that hasn't been lit yet.
Emerging from the darkroom, Meng Yiqiong took off her white lab coat and put on a knee-length black woolen coat. Her turtleneck sweater further accentuated her unapproachable demeanor.
Beneath her high brow bone, the frameless glasses added a touch of aloof intellect. The wispy strands of hair around her ears, however, exuded a hint of nonchalance.
There were three knocks on the door. When Meng Yiqiong looked up, she saw her senior, Song Kaifeng, leaning against the door and smiling at her.
"Do you have time tonight? I'd like to invite you to dinner."
For some reason, Meng Yiqiong's taste buds were triggered by memories; the dish from yesterday was indeed delicious.
Song Kaifeng knew that she liked to let her hair down when she wasn't in the delivery room.
Meng Yiqiong doesn't have many clothes. She doesn't like to dress up. At 25, shouldn't she be at the age where she would rather go hungry than not buy clothes?
She doesn't like wearing makeup, but she has naturally delicate skin, and you can't even see her pores up close.
She was confined to a laboratory from a young age to learn obstetrics and gynecology techniques, which is why she is so fair-skinned.
Just then, Tianle called via video: "Master, are you coming home for dinner today?"
Tianle doesn't have a cell phone; he contacts her directly through the home security camera.
Song Kaifeng retreated to the door with proper boundaries, waiting for her to finish speaking.
Meng Yiqiong smiled shyly at her and said to Tianle on the screen, "I might be going home a little late today."
"Oh, is there another busy surgery?" Tianle pressed his ear to the back of his head. "If you like yesterday's fish soup, Master, I can make it for you again tonight."
Meng Yiqiong unconsciously swallowed: "Really?"
"Yes, and there's also fried pork ribs."
"but……"
"Add another king oyster mushroom and beef tenderloin."
"Okay! I'll be home in twenty minutes!"
Meng Yiqiong raised her face, her excitement still lingering, and said to Song Kaifeng, "Sorry, I have something to do tonight."
"Then I'll take you back." He seemed very relaxed, and his tone was indifferent.
In the kitchen, Tianle wished he could grow three heads and six arms.
As he tossed the food in the pan, he glanced, intentionally or unintentionally, at the road leading home to his owner.
A black sedan drove up the road, and a man got out of the car and walked around to the other side to open the door.
The owner also came out from inside, and with his four fingers together, he took the initiative to extend his hand to the man.
The man also put his four fingers together and grasped hers in return.
Tianle threw down her apron – her master had taught her not to put her paws on her hands so casually; that man must be harassing her!
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Author's Note: To win a woman's heart, you must first win her... [sunglasses]
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