Everyone watched in silence, and a tense atmosphere filled the room.
As the operation progressed, sweat began to form on Han Yichen's forehead, but his eyes remained firm and calm. A stable official, observing this, promptly wiped the sweat off his face.
Finally, Han Yichen successfully took the baby out of Ye Maochun's abdomen, but Ye Maochun fell into a coma due to exhaustion.
"It's born! It's a boy!" a helper shouted happily.
Han Yichen breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that although Ye Maochun had fainted from exhaustion, his pulse was normal.
Mu Lige quickly took the baby, cut the umbilical cord, and gently wiped it with warm water.
On the other side, Han Yichen was concentrating on stitching Ye Maochun's wound.
However, Mu Lige, who was dressing the baby, soon noticed something was wrong, "Third brother, why isn't the baby crying?"
Han Yichen, who had just stitched up Ye Maochun's wound, immediately took the child in. However, no matter how hard he tried, the child's face remained dark purple, and his breathing became increasingly weak until it stopped.
"He...he...died young..."
Han Yichen's face was so solemn that it looked like water could drip out of it. Although he had just performed a cesarean section on Ye Maochun very quickly, it was still too late.
Mu Lige's face was also very ugly. When he thought of Hua's mother, Hua's father, and his young wife's expectations for this child, his eyes were filled with pity. He didn't know how to tell Ye Maochun later...
Several of the nurses and doctors secretly sighed in their hearts, saying that in such a dangerous situation, it was a blessing to be able to save the husband's life. After a few words of comfort, they slowly walked out of the delivery room.
At this moment, Ye Maochun slowly woke up. Seeing the child in Mu Lige's arms, a weak but happy smile appeared on his face. He said softly, "Lige, quickly bring Qingguo to me!"
Mu Lige looked at Ye Maochun, who was weak and sweating profusely on the bed. Her hand holding the child paused involuntarily, her lips trembled, but she couldn't make a sound. She just looked at Ye Maochun with a guilty face.
"Li Ge, what are you still hesitating about? Hurry up and bring Qingguo to show daddy, let daddy see whether he looks more like your mother or me!" Ye Maochun urged anxiously.
Mu Lige closed his eyes slightly, then opened them again. As if he had made up his mind, he finally spoke slowly: "Dad, there is something... I must tell you. I hope you... you can stay calm. Qingguo... he is... he is gone..."
Mu Lige's words were as light as a feather, yet they hammered at Ye Maochun's heart like a thousand-pound hammer. He endured his weakness and leaned against the headboard with difficulty, taking the child who had stopped breathing from Mu Lige's arms. Finally, he couldn't hold back his tears.
Hua Qingcheng rushed over after hearing the crying, and couldn't help but burst into tears when she saw the lifeless child in Ye Maochun's arms.
Hua Rongsheng felt dizzy, but she forced herself to support her shaky body and went to the bed, hugging Ye Maochun and the child and crying bitterly.
For a moment, the room was filled with a suffocating atmosphere of sadness.
At this moment, a tall and majestic black figure flashed in like a ghost. Qianye looked at Hua Qingcheng's grief-stricken expression and felt his heart choke.
After a brief thought, he silently unfolded the wisp of soul he was holding tightly in his hand...
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