It's better to be a scholar than to fall in love

Chapter 845 Patriarchal?

The anxiety of the father-to-be couldn't just stuff the baby in the mother's stomach and not give birth for three years. The due date was getting closer, and Shen Zheyi came to the hospital to accompany the delivery on vacation.

There were quite a few people who came together, and the highest seniority included the child's great-grandfather.

Even Shen Zheyi's parents came to welcome this little life.

Although the child's mother was not to their liking, their blood was left on the child, and there was obviously no reason to ignore it.

On the day of delivery, the child's grandfather, Qiao Yu, also came, and a group of people stood guard at the door of the delivery room. Occasionally, the cries of parturients could be heard inside, but the hearts of everyone outside were hanging by a thread.

Shen Zheyi's accompanying childbirth did not accompany her in the delivery room.

There is no other reason, that is, his arguments can't stand up to his wife's refusal.

To a certain extent, women do pay more attention than men, and the scene of women giving birth is really bloody.

Qiao Yue chose to give birth naturally, in order not to suffer that knife on her body.

Now that Shen Zheyi was sitting in danger, all kinds of similar sayings about a woman giving birth once was equivalent to walking through the gate of hell flashed through his mind.

His hands gradually tightened the pants on his knees, and he began to doubt his decision to want a child at the beginning, but at the same time he felt that he was hypocritical, and he obviously asked her to have a child without much hesitation.

Having a child is a matter between two people. Of course, Shen Zheyi knows that it is not only his own responsibility, but the person who bears the risk is the woman who will spend his whole life with him.

It had been two hours since Qiao Yue was pushed in, two hours, and there was still no movement, Shen Zheyi even imagined that as soon as the doctor came out, he would immediately sign to protect the Lord.

However, at this moment, a baby's cry crossed everyone's ears and heartstrings.

Not long after, the door of the operating room was opened, and the doctor walked out with his eyes bent, but was startled by the group of people at the door.

She clearly remembered that there was only one father-to-be at the front door, and the men, women, young and old who were present at the scene seemed to be either rich or expensive. Such a wealthy family might be so patriarchal.

She suddenly gave birth to the pregnant woman who was trying her best to give birth to a child.

"Congratulations, the mother and daughter are safe." As a doctor, it is a basic quality to inform the family members of the situation.

It's just that she didn't expect that as soon as she finished speaking, the mother's family members seemed to be stunned.

"Daughter?" The oldest man opened his mouth slowly.

"Yes," said the doctor, "the child was born at full term and is very healthy."

She never thought that just now, the old man who she thought was patriarchal, suddenly grinned, turned to the person who accompanied her, and said, "Quickly, go and transfer all the houses I have in the urban area under the name of my granddaughter-in-law. Just her name."

doctor:"……"

The rich family is indeed a rich family, but the painting style seems to be different from what she expected,
As the child's father, Shen Zheyi only went in to see his wife after a quick glance when the nurse came out holding the child.

Qiao Yue didn't fall asleep after giving birth like others, she stared blankly at the ceiling above her head, as if she still had some unreal feeling about the fact that a lump of flesh fell off her a few minutes ago .

Giving birth is still a fucking pain.

"Wife," Shen Zheyi sat down on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand to hold her hand, moved to his lips and kissed again and again, "Thank you."

All his distress is contained in a sentence of thanks that should not have appeared between husband and wife.

(End of this chapter)