Chapter 69 Production
In the corridor of the hospital's delivery room, Lu Tingxiao, Mother Lu, Mother Jiang, and Aunt Lan were standing outside the delivery room. The tense atmosphere was like an invisible net that enveloped them tightly.
The door of the delivery room was tightly closed. The cold door seemed to separate two worlds. Inside the door, the person they loved most was experiencing a life-and-death test, while outside the door, they were filled with anxiety and torment.
Lu Tingxiao couldn't sit still at all. He put his ear to the door of the delivery room, trying to catch even the slightest movement inside. Then he paced back and forth outside the delivery room. The sound of his soles rubbing against the ground was particularly clear in the silent corridor.
His brows were twisted into the shape of a "川" character, beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead, and his eyes were full of anxiety and worry. He walked back and forth in front of Lu's mother and Jiang's mother, his steps becoming more and more rapid, as if this could relieve his inner anxiety.
Mother Lu finally couldn't bear it anymore and slapped Lu Tingxiao on the back with a "slap" sound. Her tone was filled with a bit of blame: "Tingxiao, can you please stop shaking? It makes me dizzy!"
Lu Tingxiao stopped walking, his face full of apology, but then he spoke anxiously: "Mom, why hasn't my wife come out yet?" His voice trembled slightly, revealing anxiety that was difficult to conceal.
Mother Lu rolled her eyes at him and said unhappily, "I also want to know why there is no movement at all. Do you think you are the only one who is anxious? Your mother-in-law and I are not anxious?"
Mother Jiang also sighed softly and gently soothed him, "Yes, Tingxiao, you should take a break. Xixi is my daughter. She is giving birth inside. I am also very nervous, but there is no point in being anxious. We have to trust her and the doctor!"
Auntie Lan quietly handed him a cup of warm water and said softly, "Captain Lu, drink some water first and don't worry yourself. If you cherish your blessings, you will be safe!" Lu Tingxiao took the water but just took a sip, his eyes never leaving the closed door.
Time seemed to deliberately slow down, and every second passed by incomparably long. Lu Tingxiao began to pace in the corridor again. He prayed silently in his heart, hoping that God would bless his wife and children with safety.
He thought of every moment he had spent with Jiang Ruoxi, and all those sweet memories had now become the warmest support in his heart. He secretly swore that as long as his wife and children were safe, he would cherish them more and give them all his love.
Lu Tingxiao and the other three were anxiously waiting outside the delivery room. Every second of waiting seemed like torture. At this moment, a clear and loud cry of a baby, like the dawn breaking through the darkness, suddenly came from the delivery room.
The four of them were stunned at first, and then as if drawn by an invisible force, they all gathered at the door of the delivery room in an instant, their eyes full of surprise and expectation.
Before they could recover from the joy of hearing the first baby cry, two more cries were heard from the delivery room, each one more powerful and moving than the last.
After a while, the tightly closed delivery room door slowly opened, and three nurses came out holding the baby, shouting at the door: "Family of Jiang Ruoxi!"
Lu Tingxiao rushed forward almost as if by reflex, his voice trembling slightly with excitement: "I am, I am Jiang Ruoxi's husband!"
The nurse handed the baby to him with a smile and said, "The eldest is a boy, 15 pounds and 8 ounces; the second is a boy, 15 pounds and 6 ounces; the third is a girl, 15 pounds and 9 ounces."
Lu Tingxiao looked at the three wrinkled yet extremely precious little lives in his arms and was at a loss for a moment. He had never held a child before, and at this moment his hands were stiffly stretched out, not knowing what to do.
Seeing this, Lu's mother, Jiang's mother and Aunt Lan hurried over and took the child away skillfully. Mother Lu kept muttering "My dear grandson" softly while carefully wrapping the child in a soft blanket; Mother Jiang's eyes were red as she looked at her granddaughter with fondness and murmured, "My little baby, I finally see you safely!" Aunt Yun also had a smile on her face as she carefully arranged the corners of the blanket to ensure that the children were wrapped up warmly.
Lu Tingxiao didn't care about the cute appearance of the children, and anxiously asked the nurse: "Nurse, how is my wife?"
The nurse patiently comforted her, "Your wife is fine. The doctor is doing postpartum cleaning for her. You can take the baby back to the ward first!" After that, the nurse turned around and went back to the delivery room.
Lu Tingxiao looked at the nurse's back as she left, but he was still worried. He asked Mother Lu and the others to take the baby back to the ward first, and he waited for Jiang Ruoxi to come out of the delivery room.
The long wait outside the delivery room seemed endless, and the air was filled with tension and anxiety. Ever since Jiang Ruoxi was pushed into the delivery room, Lu Tingxiao had been standing guard at the door, never leaving.
After an unknown amount of time, the door to the delivery room was finally opened again. Lu Tingxiao tensed up instantly and rushed over. He saw a nurse pushing Jiang Ruoxi out on a mobile bed. Jiang Ruoxi looked pale, and her hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to her cheeks weakly.
The nurses at the side looked at Lu Tingxiao's anxious and concerned expression, and couldn't help but look at each other with admiration in their eyes. During these years in the hospital, they have seen too many postpartum scenes: many men, as soon as they see their babies being born, happily hold their children and hurriedly leave with their mothers-in-law, leaving behind their wives who are still struggling on the brink of life and death. There are very few men like Lu Tingxiao who would stand guard at the door of the delivery room from beginning to end, caring only about the safety of their wives.
Jiang Ruoxi was still conscious at this time, but because of the great exhaustion of childbirth, she looked weak and tired, and her eyes were a little blurry.
Seeing this, Lu Tingxiao was extremely anxious. He quickly moved closer to the doctor, his voice trembling with nervousness: "Doctor, what happened to my wife? Why does she look so weak?"
The doctor kept walking, sorting out the medical records in his hand in an orderly manner, and patiently explained: "The process of giving birth has consumed a lot of physical energy. She is too tired. It's nothing serious. She will be fine after a rest and a good sleep. The family members will help us push the mother back to the ward first!"
After hearing the doctor's words, Lu Tingxiao's heart finally settled down a little, but the pain in his eyes became more intense. He gripped the edge of the bed tightly with both hands, as if this could give Jiang Ruoxi strength.
Under the guidance of the nurses and doctors, he pushed the bed carefully, taking each step slowly and steadily, for fear of accidentally disturbing the weak Jiang Ruoxi. He murmured softly, "Wife, hold on a little longer. We'll be in the ward soon. You'll get better after a good night's sleep!"
Lu Tingxiao was filled with anxiety, his eyes fixed on Jiang Ruoxi lying on the mobile stretcher, not daring to look away for a moment, his eyes were full of worry and concern. The journey from the delivery room to the ward seemed extremely long at this moment, and his heart was always in his throat.
At the same time, in the ward, Lu's mother, Jiang's mother and Aunt Lan were busy around three cribs. Three wrinkled but extremely precious little lives were lying quietly in the cribs, wrapped in soft blankets.
Mother Jiang and Aunt Lan would come closer from time to time, gently fiddling with the edges of the quilts, carefully looking at the children's little faces, their eyes full of the love and joy of being grandmothers and elders for the first time.
Although Jiang's mother was immersed in the joy of the arrival of a new life, she still kept an eye on the movements outside the ward. She walked to the door of the ward several times, stretched her neck to look outside, with anxious anticipation in her eyes.
Finally, she saw Lu Tingxiao and the doctor pushing Jiang Ruoxi slowly towards them. Jiang's mother immediately walked over quickly, her anxiety clearly visible on her face. She reached out to help hold the bed while muttering, "Finally she's back. Xixi has suffered so much." Her voice trembled slightly, filled with heartache for her daughter.
Everyone worked together to transfer Jiang Ruoxi to the bed smoothly. Lu Tingxiao gently covered Jiang Ruoxi with the quilt, pulled over a chair, sat beside the bed, and held Jiang Ruoxi's hands tightly. Her hands were cold and weak, which made him feel distressed.
He leaned over and whispered softly in Jiang Ruoxi's ear: "Wife, you've worked hard. Have a good rest. I'll be here with you!"
Mother Lu and Mother Jiang stood in a corner of the ward, quietly watching Lu Tingxiao taking good care of Jiang Ruoxi. Lu Tingxiao gently tucked in the corner of Jiang Ruoxi's quilt, as gentle as if he was treating a rare treasure, and then carefully wiped the sweat from her forehead with a warm towel, his eyes full of heartache and concern.
Seeing this scene, the two mothers finally felt relieved. They looked at each other with relief in their eyes. They knew very well that Jiang Ruoxi must be cherished by Lu Tingxiao.
Seeing that Lu Tingxiao took good care of Jiang Ruoxi, they turned their attention to the child. Mother Lu leaned over and gently poked the baby's pink face with love. The little guy's mouth curled up, as if smiling, and this adorable look made Mother Lu couldn't help laughing out loud.
Jiang's mother was humming a gentle lullaby beside her, and she would never take her eyes off her child.
After a while, Mother Lu straightened up and turned to Aunt Lan and said, "Aunt Lan, thank you for your trouble. Go back and tell Aunt Chen to cook some eggs and millet porridge for Xixi. She just gave birth and is weak. She must be starving when she wakes up. She needs to eat something hot and nutritious. Oh, and bring some food for the three of us. We've been going on for so long and we must be hungry!"
Aunt Lan smiled and nodded, then left in a hurry with brisk steps, thinking about preparing the food and sending it back quickly so that everyone could have a hot meal.
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