After Song Chuyi signed the papers, the doctor prepared the anesthesia immediately.
He stood outside and heard Changqing's weak voice coming from inside, saying pitifully, "Aiya, am I going to get an injection? Will I faint? What should I do? I'm scared…"
"Don't be scared, don't be scared. I'm here with you," Changxin consoled her. "You won't faint."
"What? What? Do I have to consciously watch my stomach get cut open?" Changqing shrieked with fright.
"Then why don't you just settle with natural childbirth?"
"No, it hurts so much. I'm about to die of pain."
"Then what do you want? Yan Wo must be in a rush to come out to see you. He'll definitely like his mother a lot."
"This won't do. When Yan Wo comes out, I'll have to give him a good smacking for causing me so much pain… boohoo…"
...
Song Chuyi facepalmed. If she used her strength to say and think of all this to give birth instead, the child would already be out.
