Labor

Mu Chen's face paled immediately. "Breakfast? What breakfast? How can we still eat? Cheng Che, go get the car! We're leaving right now!"

Jiahui smiled. "It's okay. Song Ning won't go into labor just yet. Everything is on time. Moreover, she'll only have the strength to give birth after eating."

Mu Chen shook his head. "No, no, we have to leave now. Just pack the food and bring it to the hospital. If the food isn't ready yet, we'll send her to the hospital before I get something for her to eat. No matter what, we have to go to the hospital now!"

Cheng Chen said, equally anxious, "That's right, Jiahui. Let's go to the hospital first. After all, there are many people at the hospital, and we only have you here. I don't feel assured…"

"Hey, are you doubting my medical skills?" Jiahui glared at Cheng Che.