The two nurses came to their senses and led Qin Xue and the rest to the delivery room, followed by Qin Jiale carrying the supplies.
No matter what, Chu Molin insisted on accompanying Qin Xue into the delivery room, and after much persuasion, Li Rong allowed him to stay.
"Ah." Qin Xue let out a loud cry, followed by the wail of the baby.
"Qin Xue, you've done extremely well, congratulations, you've had a son." After Li Rong cut the umbilical cord and tied it off, she handed it to the nurse, waiting for Qin Xue to give birth to the second child.
"Ah, it hurts so much." Tears welled up in Qin Xue's eyes from the pain. She tightly held her husband's hand, veins bulging on her palms and beads of sweat, crystalline and transparent, fell from her skin.
"Xue'er, you've suffered." With his other hand, Chu Molin wiped the sweat from Qin Xue's forehead, his heart ached for her.