Labor

The joyous scene had given way to an unexpected twist, leaving the room in a collective gasp of concern. The contrasting emotions of anticipation and distress collided, enveloping the space in an uncertain haze.

The air in Xu Feng's bedroom hung heavy with the acrid stench of vomit, an unwelcome fragrance that clung to the atmosphere. The usually vibrant and lively space and occasionally romantic space, had transformed into a realm of chaos and urgency.

As Midwife Lee orchestrated the hurried transition, Xu Feng lay sprawled on the bed, a portrait of pale vulnerability as he tried to straight his muddled up mind. 

His unfocused eyes betrayed a mix of discomfort and shame, the remnants of earlier episodes of vomiting that had stained both table and sheets. The mess went unnoticed by the others, their attention consumed by the chaos.