Director Zhang took off his reading glasses and carefully wiped the lenses with a soft cloth.
"However, this time it's not twins. From the fetal heartbeat and pulse, it's a very healthy single child."
Gu Yanshen's back, which was as tight as an iron plate, visibly relaxed. His tall body leaned against the back of the chair, and he let out a long breath, with a layer of fine sweat on his forehead.
"One is good." He tightly held Lin Wan Yi's hand, his voice hoarse, "Last time, giving birth to An An and Ning Ning, you suffered too much. I would rather not have children than let you go through the gates of hell again."
Lin Wan Yi held his hand back, her fingertips gently stroking the calluses in his palm, and lightly leaned on his shoulder.
Gu Yanshen took out his military notebook and pulled out a pen, looking ready to take notes on important military matters: "Director Zhang, what should my wife pay attention to during this time?"
