My Previous Fraternal Twins

Then she said with a warm smile, "silly boy, there's no one who doesn't experience the pain of rebirth."

"It's really hard. Let the doctor give Rourou an anesthetic later. I'm afraid she won't live well," Mo Zichen said.

"What kind of anesthetic? It's bad for the fetus. Don't fight. We used to suffer like this and can't die." the master mother of Mohism scolded directly.

Mo Zichen looked at Tang Wanrou on the bed and said, "Mom, anesthetics are originally produced for patients. Rourou is in such pain that she can't do without anesthetics."

The master mother of Mohism looked at Tang Wanrou with a straight face. Seeing that she was really uncomfortable, she didn't say anything more.

Mo Zichen continued: "Mom, the doctor just said that this anesthetic is local and will not affect the child. At most, it will have some impact on the maternal itself."

She is not the kind of woman who is not flexible. After listening to what Mozi Chen said, the anger on the face of the master mother of Mohism also slightly converged.

She pondered for a long time before slowly opening her mouth and said, "you decide your own business."

The master mother of Mohism turned and went out to handle the formalities needed by the hospital.

When she returned to the ward again, the room was already very busy.

At this time, Dong yaai sat by her bed and said, "Rourou, have you thought about what to eat? Mom will get it for you. You haven't had a baby yet. You should keep your strength."

Tang Wanrou shook her head tired and said, "Mom, I'm in pain. I don't want to eat anything."

As she spoke, the pain in her lower abdomen swept over again. She curled up in bed and groaned regardless of the image.

"Nothing, don't be afraid, mom is with you." Dong yaai couldn't help crying.

Then he said, "why is the palace opening so slowly? It's full of suffering."

"Mom..." Tang Wanrou's voice trembled.

Dong yaai came back and held her cold hand tightly.

"Don't be afraid, mom is here." Dong yaai's voice trembled.

Then she raised another hand and put it on Tang Wanrou's pale face. She said painfully, "we don't want this one after birth. Bear it."

Tang Wanrou thought that the child in her belly was mo Shichen's, and a faint smile appeared on her pale face.

"I see. Will they come to see me?" she asked reluctantly.

"Yes, your aunt, they will come." Dong yaai lied because she was afraid they would see something fishy.

She winked at Tang Wanrou as she spoke.

Tang Wanrou's stomach was no longer so painful. He also realized that what he had just said was wrong and nodded slightly: "I miss my aunt too."

The pains were intermittent. Tang Wanrou was in pain until five or six o'clock in the afternoon, when the palace mouth opened to three fingers.

After the doctor came into the ward and asked about Tang Wanrou, he was ready to push her into the delivery room to wait.

Mo Zichen wanted to follow in, but Dong yaai stopped him and said, "Zi Chen, there can only be one family member in it. You'd better wait outside. It may be more convenient for me to go in as a mother."

Mo Zichen pondered for a moment and said, "well, if you have any news, please feel free to contact us. We'll wait outside."

"Well, we went in." Dong yaai said.

As she turned around, she couldn't help sighing.

If Mo Zichen hadn't failed, their softness wouldn't have taken so much trouble.