Yun Mo was following closely behind the surgical stretcher. He moved closer to clasp Qiaoqiao's hand. "Qiaoqiao, are you in pain? It must hurt a lot, right?"
"I'm fine." Finally seeing Yun Mo, Qiaoqiao felt much more reassured. She had never seen such terror in Yun Mo's eyes, as if he was afraid of losing her.
"I really am fine," she smiled, holding Yun Mo's hand tightly. Her other hand patted her belly before she continued, "I'm just worried that our triplets aren't getting enough oxygen."
A few minutes later, Qiaoqiao was pushed into the operating room. Yun Mo had also changed into a sterile suit to accompany her throughout the procedure.
The doctor said, "Mrs Yun, we need to inject you with anesthetics. Please help us by curling your back into a shrimp-like position."
Although Qiaoqiao had given birth to Sisi before, that was a vaginal delivery.
She had never had a cesarean section before.
And for most people, curling their back into a shrimp-like position would be easy.
