"Natural birth will definitely take longer, just be patient and wait a bit more, Mumu will definitely be fine." Chongchong comforted him, and at the same time comforted herself.
As the saying goes, when a woman gives birth, she's stepping into the door of death.
Inside the operating room.
Li Mumu was lying on the operating table, painfully clenching her teeth.
Bei Mo sat beside her, his handsome brows furrowed, his long eyes filled with worry and anxiety, holding her hand tightly, as if he wished he could take her place and give birth.
"Ah... it hurts... it hurts... sob sob sob..."
As the cervix kept dilating, Li Mumu's pain level also rose along with it, her screams were constant and miserable, her originally rosy face had turned pale as paper, cold sweat dripped down like rain.
"Mumu, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Bei Mo's eyes couldn't help but turn red, seemingly about to cry, seeing her suffer.
