There was finally movement in the emergency room, and the nurse opened the door and came out.
"The mother had a caesarean section and gave birth to a girl. Both mother and daughter are safe. Please ask the family members to come and sign for confirmation."
The sound was like the rain coming from a long drought. The atmosphere in the corridor that had been frozen for several hours suddenly changed in temperature.
Lu Zechen quickly stood up, his eyes fixed on the door of the operating room.
Children and adults were pushed out one after another.
Song Xiang and others were also young and had never experienced such a thing, so they were a little confused for a while.
"Take the little princess over first," the nurse reminded.
Song Xiang reacted and looked at Lu Zechen beside him.
Lu Zechen's eyes were a little dull. When he noticed that the adult behind him was being pushed out, his eyes burst with light. Almost instantly, he passed everyone and rushed to the mobile bed at an alarming speed.
The nurse was startled and quickly stopped in front of her, "The mother is bleeding a lot and she hasn't woken up yet. She needs to be admitted to the intensive care unit."
When Lu Zechen heard this, his steps and expression instantly froze, as if the pause button had been pressed, and his eyes were fixed on the person behind the nurse.
He only saw her profile, which was pale and as if she were dead.
"Come on, come on, why is no one picking up the little princess?" the nurse asked again.
Seeing that Lu Zechen still cared about Gu Lian, Song Xiang felt better, came to her senses, and hurried over to pick up the baby's gurney.
Li Ying saw her coming forward and boldly approached her.
The two of them stood on both sides of the small bed, both with their mouths wide open in shock.
The baby is pink, with a dark-colored mouth and lips, and the lip shape is particularly similar to Lu Zechen's. There is still a bit of white substance on the face, which makes it look a bit dirty, but there are delicate shadows on the face and facial features.
Song Xiang blinked and looked back at Yan Han. She wanted to say something but didn't know what to say.
Li Ying stretched out her hand, quietly poked the little guy's cheek, and whispered, "Gu Lian is so awesome, you've given birth to a baby."
Song Xiang: "..."
"Should we take the baby back to the ward first?" She thought for a moment and asked Li Ying.
Li Ying looked up, confused and asked, "Should it?"
Song Xiang's mouth twitched.
Behind him, Yan Han saw that both the large and small children were stuck, so he reluctantly stepped forward and signaled the nurse to help.
He is a natural leader, and his demeanor is convincing. The nurse knew that he was the only reliable person in the room at a glance, and quietly walked over to talk about the operation situation and the key points after the operation.
Gu Lian was pushed into the intensive care unit. Although the baby was a little premature, there was nothing wrong with it. It was in the general ward next door.
Lu Zechen didn't go in, he just sat outside her ward, like a sculpture, not knowing what he was thinking.
Song Xiang and Li Ying looked at the child. They saw him several times when they went out and felt sad.
Yan Han arranged everything, walked over and handed him a cigarette.
Lu Zechen's eyes were numb, he looked at Gu Lian through the glass, and said in a hoarse voice: "Smoking is not allowed in the hospital."
Yan Han sneered, stuffed the cigarette back, and threw it on the seat next to him.
"If I had known this, why did I do it in the first place?"
Pain flashed between Lu Zechen's brows, and his throat was dry and painful.
He wanted Yan Han to say less sarcastic words, but when the words came to his lips, he felt that Yan Han was right.
It was his own fault that he got to this point.
"What do you want to do when she wakes up?" Yan Han asked.
Lu Zechen rested his elbows on his knees, lowered his head, remained silent for a long time, and said, "I don't know."
There was dead silence in the corridor. He suddenly wanted to smoke, but turned around and saw the pack of cigarettes that Yan Han had thrown away.