Zhou Yao held her cold little hand tightly in his palm. He wanted to give her some warmth. "Honey, it's okay. Don't be afraid. I'm here. I'm back..."
His voice trembled.
Leng Zhiyuan parted her lips and said weakly, "I've been... waiting for you. Save my... child..."
"Yes, I'll save him! I'll save him!" Zhou Yao kissed the back of her hand firmly. "Our child will be fine. He'll come to this world safely."
"Mmm," Leng Zhiyuan nodded. "You... do a C-section..."
A C-section?
Zhou Yao was shocked by her words. He reached out his big palm and stroke her hair, which was wet with sweat. He shook his head, "The conditions here are not ideal. There will be bleeding after a C-section. You have already lost so much blood. There is no plasma here... the wound will also be infected. There is no anesthetic either. It will be very painful..." He was incoherent with his words, his speech was confusing.
