As a result, Zhou Wenwen said, "To save the child, I must leave behind a bloodline for him."
Yang Ercui shook her head.
Zhou Wenwen is such an idiot.
"Doctor, do your best. It's best to save both of them. If necessary, the baby should be given priority." Seeing that Zhou Wenwen was about to faint again, she could only speak and hold Zhou Wenwen's hand. After all, it was a human life, and she couldn't just watch it go to waste.
Zhou Wenwen saw the doctor finally nod.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Er Cui, you must keep a close eye on the child." Zhou Wenwen held Yang Er Cui's hand.
"The child's name is Nianyuan."
Yang Ercui...
What kind of bewitching drug did Yang Huaiyuan give her?
Is it really necessary?
But she didn't know what Zhou Wenwen was thinking.
The atmosphere outside the door was tense and confrontational.
Grandma Yang and Yang Dazhuang couldn't stand each other.
Two people prayed back to back.
A praying child.
A praying adult.
Mother He was on the verge of leaving home.
What on earth is going on?!
Exhausted, He Xiaoman sat on the ground. The baby was still not born, and there was still a tough battle to fight. As for whether the baby could be born, she clasped her hands together and prayed that her husband and son, who had died young, would bless her.
She didn't necessarily want the child; she was worried that if she died, no one would protect Xinghua and Dazhuang.
How should these two people live in this world?
They will be plotted against and killed by Zhou Wenwen.
She hoped that God would give her hope, since she had never done anything wrong in her life.
If all else fails, she can adopt a child.
Qiao Wanyue rubbed her temples.
The woman gave birth and stepped into the gates of hell.
All they could do was wait.
Five hours later.
A loud cry made everyone waiting at the door of the delivery room stand up.
He Xiaoman was full of energy.
Grandma Yang looked at the new mother with fervent eyes.
The Yang family line has a successor.
Only Yang Dazhuang cried and pounded on the delivery room door, "Wenwen, Wenwen, I want to save the mother! I said I want Wenwen! Why did you take that brat out? I want Wenwen! If I don't have Wenwen, I'll kill the baby!"
Yang Dazhuang made a harsh statement.
"Dazhuang, the child is Wenwen's." He Xiaoman had lost all her strength.
Yang Dazhuang paused in his shot.
With red eyes, she looked at He Xiaoman and asked, "Grandma, what did you say?"
“Dazhuang, Wenwen is fine. She wanted the child. You are the child’s father. If you don’t like him, Wenwen will be sad. If you are worried about Wenwen, stay by her side and take care of her. Grandma will buy her some nourishing food later. She will be fine.”
Yang Dazhuang asked, dumbfounded, "Really?"
"Really, we'll stay with Wenwen together for a while."
Yang Dazhuang gradually calmed down.
I squatted at the entrance of the delivery room, looking expectantly at the door.
"Zhou Wenwen's family, the baby has been born, it's a boy, who is the father?"
Yang Dazhuang jumped up and struggled to go inside, without even glancing at the child. The nurses couldn't stop him. Zhou Wenwen was still lying in bed, and the nurses were wiping her body.
He Xiaoman walked over and wanted to hug the child.
Grandma Yang darted out, pushed aside He Xiaoman, and hugged the child with satisfaction.
"She looks just like my Huaiyuan." Old Mrs. Yang spoke without any restraint, completely ignoring He Xiaoman's dark expression.
She doesn't care.
Anyway, this child belongs to her family.
Grandma Yang was quite pleased with the child before handing him to the nurse.
He Xiaoman held the child and looked at him with interest before carefully handing him to the doctor.
The doctor took it to the neonatal ward.
He Xiaoman gave Qiao Wanyue a look.
Qiao Wanyue understood immediately and turned to leave the delivery room.
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