"Xiao Luo, I know you are in pain. If you can't bear it, just bite my arm." Mo Han looked at Luo Yu in his arms who was already sweating from the pain. He felt his heart was pulled up and he wished he could transfer the pain on Luo Yu's body to himself.
"I'm fine..." Luo Yu had a strong will. Although he felt pain, it was not unbearable. At first, it was just a regular, slow, dull pain. Then, he began to feel irregular pain below his waist, but the pain was still within the range that Luo Yu could tolerate.
Seeing Mo Han sweating anxiously but not knowing what to do, he was always calm and composed. It was rare to see him so flustered. In addition to the time when he was shot, Mo Han had lost his composure twice, both for him. Luo Yu couldn't help but curl his lips. "Xiao Luo, don't say anything. Save your strength. We'll be at the hospital soon." Mo Han hugged him tightly and shouted to the driver in front, "Hurry up."
The driver was already speeding up. After running through several red lights and speeding for several sections, they finally arrived at Kyoto First Hospital. After Mo Han carried Luo Yu out of the car, the doctor who had been waiting at the door quickly helped Luo Yu onto the trolley and quickly walked towards the delivery room.
Seeing Luo Yu being wheeled into the delivery room, Mo Han wanted to follow, but was stopped by the old doctor, "Young Master Mo, you can't go in. If you go in, it will distract us. If we are distracted during the operation, Young Master Luo might be in danger."
Mo Han clenched his fists tightly, veins popping out on his arms and forehead. He spoke to the old doctor in a low voice, "If anything happens to him, I'll bury you all with him. Do you hear me?"
The old doctor couldn't help but shudder. Young Master Mo now looked like a wild beast deep in the forest, which might explode at any time because its partner was injured. The old doctor believed that if something really happened to the boy inside, Young Master Mo would definitely go crazy.
Although he was a little afraid of Mo Han, the old doctor still gritted his teeth and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely ensure the safety of Master Luo and his two sons."
Just two months ago, the hospital began storing large quantities of Rh-negative blood in preparation for Luo Yu's delivery.
Watching the light in the delivery room come on, Mo Han waited anxiously outside the delivery room. Through a door, Luo Yu was giving birth to a child for him inside, while he was sitting outside and could do nothing. This made Mo Han feel for the first time how useless he was.
"Bang bang bang..." Mo Han couldn't help but punch the snow-white wall with his fists. It seemed that only in this way could he vent the anxiety and worry in his heart.
Uncle Zhou watched from the side and couldn't help but comfort him, "Young man, Master Luo will be fine. If you keep fighting like this, your hands will get hurt. When Master Luo comes out, how heartbroken will he be?"
Uncle Zhou's words worked, and Mo Han stopped this self-destructive behavior. However, when he let go of his hands, Uncle Zhou could clearly see that bright red blood had begun to flow from the backs and palms of his hands.
"Young Master..." Uncle Zhou shouted anxiously.
Mo Han waved his hand, took out the handkerchief he usually used to wipe Luo Yu's sweat from his pocket and wiped the blood off his hand, then said to Zhou Bo: "Don't tell him." The so-called "he" was of course Luo Yu. Mo Han didn't want him to worry after he came out.
Ten minutes later, Mr. and Mrs. Mo also arrived.
"What happened?" Mrs. Mo asked Uncle Zhou.
Zhou Bo said: "I have been in there for a while. I believe I will be able to come out safely soon."
"That's good, that's good. Why is it so sudden? Isn't the due date still in a month?" asked Mr. Mo.
"The doctor said that since they are twins, it is normal to give birth a month early," Uncle Zhou replied.
Mo Han, sitting in a chair nearby, remained silent throughout. Upon hearing the news, the First Hospital's director rushed over from home. Upon seeing Old Master Mo and the others, he greeted them respectfully. As for Mo Han, who had been keeping his head down, exuding a sense of seclusion, the director didn't dare approach him. After all, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Young Master Mo was worried about the safety of his wife and children and had no time to bother with them.
After waiting outside for an hour, Mo Han began to get impatient. He couldn't help but stand up and gave the dean standing behind Mr. Mo a sharp, cold look. "Why haven't you come out yet?"
The director shivered as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. Just as he was about to answer, he suddenly heard the cry of a baby in the delivery room. It was intermittent at first, but then it became louder and louder, and then another baby's cry joined in.
"It's born, it's born." Old Mrs. Mo grabbed Old Man Mo's hand and shouted excitedly.
Mo Han was also shocked by the baby's crying.
Not long after, the red light at the door went out, and Luo Yu, who was pale and sleeping, was pushed out. Mo Han was the first to rush over. After looking at Luo Yu and finding that he was just in a deep sleep, Mo Han looked up and asked the old doctor, "How is he?"
"No problem, the operation was successful. The anesthetic hasn't worn off yet, but she'll wake up after it wears off." Mo Han nodded and followed the medical staff to wheel Luo Yu upstairs to the VIP ward. From beginning to end, Mo Han seemed to only care about Luo Yu, forgetting about the two newborns.
He touched Luo Yu's slightly chilled face, then took Luo Yu's equally chilled hand and brought it to his lips. Mo Han kissed the back of it, his eyes fixed on Luo Yu. The anxiety and fear he felt when Luo Yu entered the delivery room seemed to be still vivid in his mind. Fortunately, everything went smoothly, fortunately he was okay, otherwise Mo Han didn't know what he would have done. After this experience, Mo Han, who had never known fear before, was truly afraid this time. He was afraid of losing Luo Yu, who had now become his soft support.
It wasn't until Mo Han's gaze slid down to Luo Yu's flat belly that he remembered that Luo Yu had already given birth to two children. That's right, children. He had actually forgotten about them. If Luo Yu woke up and asked him about the children, how would he answer?
Mo Han gently put down Luo Yu's hand, opened the door, saw Zhou Bo standing at the door, and asked, "Where is the child?"
"The child is with the Master and his wife, in the nursery on the second floor." Uncle Zhou was practically moved to tears. Thank goodness the Young Master had finally remembered the child. He had thought the Young Master only had eyes for Young Master Luo. The child had been born more than half an hour ago, and the father hadn't even looked at the child, let alone asked a single question, seemingly completely oblivious to the two children. Uncle Zhou didn't want to go in and disturb him, so now that Mo Han had brought it up, Uncle Zhou breathed a sigh of relief.
In the baby room on the second floor, Mrs. Mo and Mr. Mo were each holding a little baby. They were both smiling in sync, and looking at the little baby who had fallen asleep in their arms, neither of them was willing to let go.
Mo Han was worried, so he asked Zhou Bo to guard the door of Luo Yu's ward and he went to the baby room himself.
"Mo Han is here, hurry up and look at your two sons, they're so adorable." Old Mrs. Mo was so overjoyed to have two grandchildren at once. She had previously worried that Mo Han wouldn't have any children, but now he had two.
Mo Han walked over to Old Lady Mo and looked at the child in Old Lady Luo Yumo's arms. The child had only a few short hairs on its head and red, wrinkled skin. Mo Han's first reaction was that he was looking at a newborn monkey. He couldn't help but exclaim, "How ugly."
Old Master Mo slapped him and said, "You little brat, what are you talking about? My dear grandson is so cute and beautiful." He looked at the child again and saw that he still looked the same. Mo Han was sure that there was nothing wrong with his eyes.
Mrs. Mo smiled and said, "Newborn babies are all like this. After a few days of growth, they will be beautiful. Come, as a father, hold him. Be gentle, the child is asleep."
Mrs. Mo gently placed the child in her arms into Mo Han's arms. Holding the child in her arms, Mo Han's whole body was stiff, not daring to move. The little one in her arms was so small and so soft that Mo Han was afraid that he would hurt him accidentally.
Suddenly, the child stirred. Mo Han thought he was about to wake up. He was at a loss for what to do, and even his expression froze. Who knew that the child didn't wake up at all? He just smacked his lips a little and went back to sleep.
Mo Han, who had originally thought the child wasn't very pretty, suddenly realized what the old man had said. The child was truly adorable. Mo Han couldn't help but carefully touch the child's face. Suddenly, the child's tiny hand reached out and grasped Mo Han's fingers, which he hadn't yet retracted. The soft touch of the hand startled Mo Han. A feeling of blood connection seemed to flow through this tiny hand directly into his heart, softening his heart. In that moment, Mo Han's deep paternal love seemed to be completely aroused.
"Come, hold this one too. We treat them equally. The one in your arms is your younger brother, and the one here is your older brother." After Mrs. Mo took the child from Mo Han's arms, Mr. Mo also handed the child in his hands to Mo Han.
When Mo Han heard that both were boys, he raised his eyebrows slightly. He hadn't checked the sex of the children before because he wanted a surprise. Luo had wanted a daughter and a son, but he didn't expect both to be sons. However, after seeing the children in his arms, Mo Han's originally cold expression softened slightly. To him, boys and girls were the same, but Luo might be disappointed.
"Have you thought of a name for the child?" Originally, Grandpa Mo wanted to name the child, but Mo Han flatly refused.
Recalling the names he and Luo Yu had thought of before, Mo Han said, "The older one will be named Mo Wanyan, and the younger one will be named Luo Yiran." In fact, they had originally agreed to name the younger one Mo Yiran, but Mo Han suddenly changed his mind. Since both were sons, he would let one of them have the surname Luo.
"Mo Wanyan, Luo Yiran, okay, let one of the children have the surname Luo. I've wanted to tell you before that although the Luo family now has one more son, after all, they married the child they have loved for more than ten years into our family. Letting a child have their surname can be considered as our little apology." Old Mrs. Mo nodded and said.
Mr. Mo didn't say anything, so it was taken as his agreement.
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