In the car just now, Su Ningyan had handed the money to Sister Hong and, enduring the labor pains, entered the delivery room.
Fortunately, everything had been prepared in advance; otherwise, she wouldn't know what to do now.
Sister Hong took the money and first went to pay part of the fees.
Inside the delivery room, Su Ningyan was in so much pain that it felt like someone was hitting her bones.
She had always hoped for a natural birth. Firstly, it could save some money, and secondly, natural birth is better for the baby compared to a cesarean section.
The contractions were becoming more and more severe, and the strands of hair on Su Ningyan's forehead were completely drenched with sweat.
However, the baby was reluctant to come out, and she was almost at the end of her tether.
"Uncle... Uncle... "
In the midst of her labor pains, Su Ningyan tightly gripped the bed rails, unconsciously calling out for Zhuo Junyue. It was as if his name gave her strength.
