The doctor gave the nurse a brisk nod. "This patient’s condition is excellent. Let’s transfer her to recovery for observation. If everything remains stable over the next two days, she can be discharged and finish her confinement period at home."
Outside the delivery room, the baby’s lusty, newborn wail had just pierced the heavy air like sunlight through clouds—instantly dissipating the tension that had gripped everyone.
Su Shen stood right at the door, already waiting with his family, eyes fixed anxiously on the entrance as though he could will it to open faster. His face was taut with worry and anticipation. He had heard Gu Zi cry out in pain just moments ago—it must have hurt terribly.
Then, at last, the doors swung open.
In a flash, Su Shen lunged forward like a bullet released from a taut bowstring. The sight of Gu Zi lying on the hospital bed, her face pale but peaceful, utterly undid him. The rigid composure he’d fought to maintain for hours cracked wide open. And just like that, tears broke loose—unrestrained, unashamed.
This was a man who had known war, who had once stood tall amid gunfire and death, unflinching. From the age of sixteen, he’d marched through battlefield after battlefield, never once shedding a tear. Yet here he was, completely undone by the sight of the woman he loved breathing safely after childbirth.
His hands trembled as he bent down and gently, ever so gently, took hers into his. He didn’t dare squeeze—he only brushed her fingers with his own, whispering in a thick, broken voice, "You’re okay... thank God you’re okay."
In his heart, he made a solemn vow: Never again. No more children. No future pain. Nothing in this world would ever be more important than her.
He didn’t even notice the nurse standing right behind him, cradling their newborn in her arms, trying several times—unsuccessfully—to get his attention.
The family followed them into the hospital room like an entourage surrounding royalty. Su Shen settled at the head of the bed, positioning himself so that Gu Zi could lean against him comfortably. Around them, everyone busied themselves with checking in on her, voices low and gentle.
Su Bing, ever the thoughtful one, looked at his mother’s weak expression and spoke sweetly. "Mommy, I’ll go buy something yummy for you to eat, okay? You need to eat something to feel better."
Su Jing chimed in, her voice cheerful but sincere. "Sister-in-law, I’ll be your postpartum nanny! I’ve done some serious last-minute cramming on how to take care of someone during confinement. Don’t worry—I’ve totally got this."
Then there was Su Li. He took Gu Zi’s hand with a furrowed brow and shot Su Shen a narrow-eyed look before declaring, "Mommy, are you really okay? Please don’t have any more babies for Daddy, okay? It looks really scary."
Meanwhile, Su Le leaned against the edge of the bed, her tiny fingers stroking Gu Zi’s hand with a soft coo. "Mommy, feel better soon, okay? Lele will make it all better."
Gu Zi smiled and shook her head, her voice gentle as a lullaby. "Mommy’s not in pain anymore. Because I have your love, I’m full of strength now."
As she spoke, her gaze swept across the room. A sudden thought struck her.
"Wait... where’s the baby?" she asked, a little breathless, as if realizing it for the first time.
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