Helping Give Birth, Finding an Uncle

In the delivery room on the fifth floor of Nanjiang's Third People's Hospital…

When the doctor heard Yan Wangchuan's clumsy speech, he really wished he could kick him out. After talking to him for so long, he only said the words 'hang in there'?

"Ah—" Qiao Aiyun screamed hoarsely.

Her body was drenched.

"Work hard. Take deep breaths and hold your breath. Let's continue." The midwife wished she could kick Yan Wangchuan away from her. What's the use of having such a husband? Why isn't he saying anything at this critical moment?

Yan Wangchuan was clumsy with his words to begin with, and this child had come so suddenly. He wasn't mentally prepared at all. He had run all the way and even ran a red light. His back was covered in cold sweat, and his mind was in a daze, so he didn't know what to say.

He usually read a lot of books and made a lot of notes, but he couldn't think of a single word at this moment.