"I can't care about anything else." Song Anran gripped the sofa tightly, exhausted, biting her lip until it bled slightly.
"Are you going to deliver my baby yourself if you don't go to a doctor? If you're capable, it's not impossible." Song Anran was willing to entrust her worthless life to him.
It all depends on whether Jiang Jingyu dares to accept the offer.
Jiang Jingyu quickly shook her head: "No, I'll go get a doctor for you."
Jiang Jingyu got up to leave.
Song Anran handed a card to Jiang Jingyu: "There are tens of millions here. Aren't you restricted in your allowance? Use this money to bribe that doctor and tell her to keep quiet and absolutely keep my affairs a secret. As for how much to bribe her, it's up to you. The rest is yours."
Jiang Jingyu knew she was wanted, and now she had forcibly tied her to the same boat.
If she goes out and informs on others, she will be turning herself in and sending herself to prison.
She's not stupid; she wouldn't pass up such a large sum of money.
"What's the password?"
"I'll tell you when my child is safely born."
Seeing how weak she was, Jiang Jingyu figured she couldn't have gone far after giving birth.
This is the last place she has ever been able to settle down and make a living.
Jiang Jingyu took her bank card and sneaked out the door.
The male doctor on duty happened to be her health monitoring doctor, and she knew him well.
After speaking with the male doctor, he accompanied her to her residence.
Carrying the medical kit, he entered the room and saw the woman on the sofa who had just given birth. She was the fugitive that Yunzhou was currently searching for.
The male doctor backed out, saying, "I can't deliver this baby. You should contact the hospital."
“One million.” Jiang Jingyu showed the card.
Despite the excruciating pain, Song Anran's eyes widened.
Jiang Jingyu is really ruthless.
She gave away only one million out of tens of millions.
The male doctor thought that the child in the pregnant woman's womb was innocent, and that it wouldn't be too late for him to report the crime after the child was safely born, and he could also earn the reward money that Miss Lu had offered.
The man reached out to take the card: "Okay, I can deliver the baby."
What shocked Song Anran even more was that he was actually willing to deliver a baby for one million.
Jiang Jingyu must be overjoyed right now.
“There’s more than a million in the card. I’ll transfer the money to you later.” Jiang Jingyu took back the card and put it back in her bag.
Even though he was a male doctor, Song Anran didn't care about anything else.
Following the doctor's instructions, I lay down on the large bed in the bedroom. Several nursing pads were placed on the sheets, and a pillow was placed under my buttocks to elevate them.
Jiang Jingyu became the doctor's assistant, fetching medical tools for the doctor.
The male doctor, wearing gloves and a mask, was about to perform an internal examination on her. "Is the baby full-term?"
Jiang Jingyu was about to say no when Song Anran glared at her sharply and immediately answered the doctor, "Full-term."
The male doctor didn't ask any more questions: "I learned a little about obstetrics during my internship. If you conceal the truth and something goes wrong, you'll be responsible for it yourself."
“No problem… As long as the baby is born safely, I will thank you handsomely,” Song Anran said through gritted teeth.
There were no medical instruments in the room, let alone an epidural.
The environment was extremely harsh.
The cervix was fully dilated, and the doctor told her to cooperate with him and push.
Song Anran gripped the edge of the bed tightly, screaming in pain, "Ah..."
"Exhale...inhale..."
Jiang Jingyu saw that she was covered in sweat and was afraid that she might bite off her tongue and not be able to say her bank card password.
I kindly found a towel and shoved it haphazardly into her mouth.
Two whole hours have passed.
The sky was beginning to lighten with the first light of dawn.
With Song Anran's last cry of pain, accompanied by contractions, she strained.
The baby was born safely.
Song Anran looked at the ceiling, breathed a sigh of relief, and tears involuntarily slid down her cheeks.
This child was hard-won; he is incredibly lucky.
My life wasn't meant to end!
After the doctor finished treating the baby's umbilical cord and vernix caseosa, he wrapped the baby in a bath towel and held it in front of her: "This baby only weighs four pounds, is not full-term at all, and can't cry yet. No matter how you pat it, it's no use. I'm afraid it will lack oxygen. You should contact the hospital to send it to an incubator as soon as possible."
"You can go now. Don't worry about the rest." Song Anran struggled to get out of bed and took the child from her.
Even though she was extremely weak after giving birth and had no strength to hold the child.
The doctor winked at Jiang Jingyu: "You have to pay my medical bills."
Jiang Jingyu pulled the doctor aside and said, "I've been staying here all along, so you'll definitely get your share of the money. This card is from overseas, so it can't be used for transactions. I'll give it to you once I transfer the money out."
"Okay, three days. If it doesn't arrive, I'll report it and ask for the reward. Anyway, the amounts on both sides are about the same."
The greedy doctor turned and left.
The door closed.
Song Anran lay helplessly on the bed, looking at the small, wrinkled bundle in her arms.
The child is a boy.
Boys are better.
At least the boy won't have such a miserable life as her, nor will he be abandoned like her.
Jiang Jingyu took the child and looked at the child, who was quietly closing his eyes, breathing very weakly, and looking unwell.
"Something's wrong with the baby. He hasn't cried since he was born. Could he not survive?"
One sentence terrified Song Anran.
She picked up the child, pinched the baby's cheek, and patted the baby's bottom hard.
The child didn't cry out.
It is said that if a child doesn't cry, their lungs haven't opened, which is equivalent to them not being activated.
The baby is less than eight months old, so his lungs are definitely not fully developed yet.
Terrified, Song Anran unwrapped the towel from the baby and frantically and repeatedly slapped the baby's bottom and soles of his feet with great force.
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