Another week passed, and Wang Ningjing's belly still hadn't made any movements, making Yuan Xun and his son unbearably anxious, all but spinning around her.
"Jing, if it doesn't work, shall we opt for a cesarean section?" Yuan Xun suggested anxiously.
"No, don't hurry." Wang Ningjing wanted a natural birth.
"But the child is already a week late..." Yuan Xun said worriedly.
"Rest assured, it won't..." As Wang Ningjing spoke, she suddenly felt a pain in her belly.
"Jing, what's wrong?" Yuan Xun was startled.
"My belly hurts, it seems I'm about to give birth..." Wang Ningjing was in so much pain she could hardly straighten her waist.
Constantly wishing for her to give birth, the child's father, Yuan Xun, was caught off guard by her sudden belly pain, and was left at a loss, spinning around her anxiously.
Wang Ningjing wanted to laugh but couldn't, "Why are you spinning around me? Go prepare the car for the hospital quickly!"
