Riding the wind of rebirth

"Come with me." Zhou Zhi pulled on his clothes and led Yang He outside.

Once outside the ward, Zhou Zhi patted Yang He twice on the shoulder: "Monk, you can't stay in this state!"

"Ah...ah?" Yang He's eyes were still dazed. "Elbow, I'm...a little scared again, this environment..."

"Haven't you been in this environment all this time?" Zhou Zhi cursed. "You only passed the acceptance test for Huaxi's system a few days ago? You're already not familiar with it?"

"No, it's just... my heart is pounding, and my legs... my legs won't obey me..."

"The mother and daughter are still waiting for you inside, so don't chicken out! Come on, let's go sign the papers first."

Upon arriving at the front desk, Zhou Zhi said to the nurse, "Nurse, Feng Xueshan's family has arrived. We're here to sign the papers."

"Oh, here's a statement." The nurse took out a form: "According to Article 1219 of the Civil Code of the People's Republic of China, during medical treatment, we shall explain the patient's condition and medical measures, and promptly explain the medical risks and alternative medical options for any surgeries, special examinations, or special treatments that need to be performed, and obtain your explicit consent."

Not to mention Yang He, even Zhou Zhi felt his scalp tingle upon seeing the list above. It mentioned all sorts of situations, including measures and risks such as induction of labor, anesthesia, and cesarean section. The most outrageous thing was the statement of the possibility of neonatal hemolytic disease.

Even if the delivery is safe, there are still various emergencies such as neonatal respiratory distress and jaundice, which require observation and treatment in the intensive care unit incubator.

Yang He was already feeling weak, and seeing this form made him even weaker. His legs gave way and he almost slipped to the ground, but luckily, Zhouzi grabbed his arm and took the folder and pen from the nurse with her other hand: "Nurse, let me help him sit down over there and calm down. We'll sign it once we've calmed down."

“You don’t need to be too nervous,” the nurse said. “These are all preparations made just in case. Look over there, those expectant fathers, they’re already signing the papers.”

Zhou Zhi helped Yang He over and asked, "Have you all signed yet?"

"Ah." A soon-to-be father looked at the form seriously and muttered under his breath, "Damn it, it's written so scary."

“I asked the other dads in the room, and they said that every family has to sign a form when they come in, there’s no escaping it.” Another expectant father whispered, “Everyone’s fine, oh, one of them has severe jaundice and is in a morgue being treated with a light.”

"Which of you two is the father?"

"It has to be this one." The expectant father in front pointed at Yang He: "He's practically paralyzed with fear. He's obviously the one who's going to be a father."

"It's alright, it's alright." The person who asked earlier comforted Yang He, "This isn't a death warrant from the King of Hell, it's just a hospital disclaimer, we can just sign it."

"Did you hear that?" Zhou Zhi nudged Yang He with his elbow. "Both of you said it's fine. Hurry up and sign it. Xue Shan is waiting for you to go in and take care of her."

"Elbow...can you sign for me?" Yang He's tears were really falling. This was the second time Zhou Zhi had seen Yang He cry. The first time was when he almost couldn't afford to go to school in middle school and faced dropping out.

"There's no such thing!" Zhou Zhi was both annoyed and amused. "Originally, my sister-in-law could have signed it, but Xue Shan said she wanted to wait for you to come because it has special significance. Don't be silly!"

"Hey, you big men!" The first expectant father on the other side couldn't stand it anymore: "Dude, it's fine to feel sorry for your wife, but you have to stand up for her now! She's about to suffer, so you can't let her worry. You can do whatever you want behind her back, but you have to be respectable in front of her and give her confidence!"

"That's right, look at me!" Another expectant father quickly signed his name: "Everyone, hurry up and sign, your wives are still lying in the hospital bed!"

"I signed too." The guy who signed earlier also quickly said to Yang He, "Dude, we can't be cowards now!"

Yang He wiped his face and took two deep breaths: "Thank you, sign!" After signing, Yang He's eyes became clear again: "Thank you, Zhouzi. What did you just say to me? I can't remember a word. Can you tell me again?"

Zhou Zhi was actually quite nervous, but fortunately he managed to remain calm and reiterated the various precautions the doctor had given Yang He.

Fortunately, his memory was exceptionally good, and he repeated it to Yang He almost word for word. The two returned the statement to the front desk, and only after the nurse was satisfied with it were they allowed to return to their room to accompany the mother in labor.

Yang He was in much better condition when he returned to the ward. He started to adjust the angle of Feng Xueshan's bed, served her small amounts of water frequently, and fed her lotus root starch.

The eldest sister-in-law went to the small kitchen to make steamed eggs and told Zhouzhi to buy some sesame oil, but not soy sauce, saying that eating soy sauce would make the baby's skin dark.

I don't understand the logic behind this, but I'll just listen to it.

The hospital is next to Sichuan University, so the chicken, duck, tripe, and fish they brought are temporarily unnecessary. Zhou Zhi took Mai Xiaomiao back to Hongqi Village to freeze the food, and then went to the market to buy fresh ingredients.

They bought a block of soft tofu, a loofah, a cucumber, a bag of water spinach, and some bok choy. They also picked up two other dishes and a few boxes of rice from the market. The two then returned to the hospital.

It was already afternoon. Zhou Zhi put the food on the table for everyone to eat first. He cooked a simple dish of loofah and tofu with oil, made a small pot of bok choy soup, and blanched some water spinach. "Xue Shan, would you like to try some?"

"You didn't eat much of the steamed egg and lotus root starch you just had," the older sister-in-law said to Feng Xueshan. "How about I mix some rice for you?"

"Shall I cook some cucumber cubes and rice for you in bok choy soup? And have some tofu with it?" Zhou Zhi asked, knowing that Feng Xueshan liked to eat loofah and cucumber in the summer.

Feng Xueshan finally nodded.

After eating some cucumber rice porridge and loofah stewed with tofu, Feng Xueshan's face finally regained some color, and there were even a few beads of sweat on the tip of her nose, but she seemed to be in much better condition overall.

The doctor arrived shortly after we finished eating, examined us, and decided to administer oxytocin.

Shortly after the oxytocin injection, Feng Xueshan's contractions became stronger and more regular, and the doctors came more frequently. By 8 p.m., they decided to transfer her to the delivery room.

Everyone hurriedly helped Feng Xueshan onto the operating table and pushed her towards the delivery room, but they could only get her to the door, where they waited.

Several family members were also waiting at the door, including the two expectant fathers I had met while signing the papers. Since we were all in the same boat, we naturally stuck together for support.

"You just arrived?"

"Oh, how long has your wife been inside?"

"It's been more than half an hour for me, while Brother Zhang went in a little after six."

"Which room are you in?" Brother Zhang asked. "I've checked every room on this floor, how come I haven't seen you?"

"We're in the special care ward at the end of the corridor," Yang He said to Zhou Zhi and the other two. "Our company has an agreement with the hospital, so we get this benefit." (End of Chapter)