Hua Fei spoke first: "Huo Beichen, don't worry about me. If I miss the child in the future, I'll come here to do some ash-washing."
Huo Beichen was stunned, looking at her in disbelief. Suddenly, he understood something, "Sun Xiaowei..."
His expression was filled with regret, sadness, and heartache...
He immediately turned his head away, not daring to face Hua Fei at all.
He had never felt so useless before.
They can't even cover up a single lie properly, let alone keep it.
Hua Fei approached him, "Huo Beichen..."
He looked up, wanting to say "I'm sorry" to her, but his lips trembled for a long time and he couldn't utter a single word.
“Huo Beichen…” Hua Fei hugged him tenderly, pressing his face tightly against hers. “Huo Beichen, you don’t need to apologize. You haven’t wronged me, and I haven’t wronged you…”
They were just two people tormented by fate and destiny.
“I’m sorry,” he still said, “I didn’t protect you, I didn’t protect our child.”
"I'm so useless."
“I’m sorry to you too,” Hua Fei said. “I’m also a mother, but I didn’t protect him either.”
"Perhaps, this is our destiny with him."
She could feel the fabric of her clothes getting damp.
He cried.
She couldn't help but shed tears.
The sunset enveloped the two embracing figures, its golden glow offering a touch of warmth to the two wounded souls.
It lingered in the warmth for a long time.
"When that child was born, did you see what he looked like?" Huo Beichen asked softly.
“He’s fine, very healthy.” Hua Fei held his hand. “If he comes again, I’ll definitely recognize him.”
“He will definitely come again,” Huo Beichen said, looking into her beautiful eyes. “He will be in heaven, hearing our conversation, and becoming our next child.”
Hua Fei never expected him to say something so emotional.
And she really did look up at the sky.
At this moment, she was willing to believe that the child was really in the sky, perched on a white cloud, quietly listening to their conversation.
On the way back, they made a promise that no matter when or if the next child came, they would treat Liang Mufan as their own child.
Pain will always be left in time.
Before you know it, a long time has passed.
That morning, after sending Zeze and Liang Mufan to school, Hua Fei went to the clinic as usual.
Good morning, Dr. Hua.
The person who greeted her was a nurse from the clinic.
Six months ago, A-Yue had already gone home.
Hua Fei nodded, sat down, and began calling out numbers for consultations.
Around noon, a woman over 50 years old walked in. Her hair was gray and her face was pale.
Hua Fei glanced at the patient's information and asked, "This number isn't yours, is it?"
Her habits haven't changed: she queues up a day in advance and glances at the patient's information a day beforehand.
“Dr. Hua,” the nurse quickly explained, “her condition is very serious, and the original patient gave up their spot.”
The nurse's surname is Wang, and she is a nursing school graduate who has just turned 22.
Hua Fei still remembers what she said when she came for the job interview: “Dr. Hua, I really don’t have much experience, but I admire you very much, and my biggest wish is to come and learn from you.”
Hua Fei looked her over, puzzled, and didn't remember having any interaction with her.
“Dr. Hua, you don’t remember me, but I remember you. You cured my second uncle’s stomach ailment.”
“Dr. Hua, I was raised by my second uncle. You saved my second uncle, which is to save me.”
As she spoke, tears streamed down her face.
Hua Fei handed over a tissue and said, "You have a very compassionate heart; I can teach you."
So she stayed.
Since she said so, Hua Fei stopped pursuing the matter and got up to examine the white-haired woman.
She examined the patient and stated the results, which were recorded by nurse Xiao Wang.
Then she wrote out a prescription, told Xiao Wang to pick up the medicine, and then had a specially hired cashier collect the money.
This is the consultation process at this clinic.
Huafei's reputation has long been known, and people come to seek treatment every day. Fortunately, they all have to queue up a day in advance, so the clinic is busy but well-organized.
When Nurse Xiao Wang left with the white-haired woman, Hua Fei glanced at the name on the medical card.
I've kept it in mind.
After getting off work in the afternoon, Hua Fei picked up Ze Ze and Liang Mu Fan from school and they went home together.
In the evenings, she would ignore all work and focus on spending time with her two children.
This kind of life makes her feel busy yet fulfilled, peaceful, and happy.
But tonight, a phone call shattered the peace of the Huo family.
The call was from Lin Zhibai. "Dr. Hua, Fan Yan has been having abdominal pain for two days and still can't give birth."
His voice was calm, but beneath that calm lay a turbulent undercurrent.
Hua Fei was taken aback, only then realizing that Gu Fanyan had suffered a relapse two days prior.
"Why did it take you so long to call?" Hua Fei asked, already heading downstairs.
"The delivery room has been reserved, and everything has been arranged."
He thought he wouldn't need to bother Hua Fei, but Gu Fanyan was in a very bad state.
"Send me the hospital location, I'll be right there." Hua Fei had already reached the door.
"Mom!" Suddenly, Liang Mufan's voice was heard.
She turned her head, and Liang Mufan had already run up to her, his big eyes full of worry: "Is something wrong with Fanyan's mother?"
"She's fine. She's about to have a baby. You'll soon have a little brother or sister," Hua Fei said as she changed her shoes.
"Mom, can I go?" Liang Mufan continued to ask, wanting to see Gu Fanyan.
Zeze ran over too: "I want to stay with my little brother."
"Okay, let's go together."
Hua Fei drove away from home again with his two children.
She was holding one child in each hand when she stepped out of the elevator, and Lin Zhibai came to greet her.
His face was pale, his eyes were full of worry, and his expression showed a panic that Hua Fei had never seen before.
"What's going on?" Hua Fei asked.
"She's only dilated to 5 centimeters and can't dilate any further; she's in a lot of pain," Lin Zhibai replied. "But the doctor said she can still hold on; she hasn't reached the threshold for a C-section yet."
“If it’s very painful, consider surgery,” Hua Fei said.
The indicators are something doctors consider.
But Gu Fanyan is her friend.
She couldn't bear to see Gu Fanyan suffer.
Lin Zhibai hesitated slightly, "Fan Yan said she wanted to see you. She insisted on giving birth herself and wouldn't let me sign the surgical consent form."
Hua Fei glanced at the child beside her.
Lin Zhibai immediately picked up Liang Mufan and held Zeze's hand, saying, "I have several assistants here, so don't worry about the child."
The two children were also very sensible; they didn't say a word, only nodding to their mother.
Hua Fei affectionately patted the two little heads, then turned and went into the delivery room.
Gu Fanyan was indeed in great pain; her face was covered in sweat, and her eyes had become weak.
Upon seeing Hua Fei, she seemed to perk up a little.
Hua Fei didn't say anything, but started by examining her.
Upon examination, it was alarming; the child's head hadn't even turned yet.
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