Jiu Ye, your little ancestor doesn't want to take responsibility

"Nan Sheng, I'm here. I'm Mu Zheng."

Mu Zheng held back her tears and went over to hold An Nansheng's face.

An Nansheng's eyes remained motionless, as if he was competing with someone.

The anesthesiologist said anxiously:

"You need to persuade her quickly. She needs surgery immediately. The amniotic fluid has all been drained. If the baby is kept in her belly, it will be dangerous."

Mu Zheng didn't know anything about giving birth, so she was shocked when she heard this.

She patted An Nansheng's face:

"An Nansheng, cheer up! My uncle is not dead."

"Listen carefully, Mu Fucheng is not dead!"

This trick was indeed effective, and An Nansheng's eyelashes trembled.

Mu Zheng was overjoyed and said quickly:

"Believe me, my uncle is not dead. Your uncle is not dead, not dead!"

The two words "not dead" seemed to have magical power, firmly fixed on An Nansheng's soul which was sinking deeper and deeper, pulling her out of the dark abyss bit by bit.

The doctors watching nearby were also delighted. The chief obstetrician and gynecologist solemnly ordered:

"There's a response. Miss Mu, please continue."

"Everyone else, quickly prepare for surgery."

Mu Zheng continued to hold An Nansheng's face, forcing her to wake up:

"An Nansheng, stay strong. The babies are still waiting to come out and meet you. Don't give up now."

"Think about the baby, you hear me, think about the baby."

"The baby is coming out, baby, do you hear me?"

An Nansheng heard it.

Her eyes gradually focused and her teeth loosened.

The anesthesiologist said happily:

"Let go, let go, oh my god, I'm so anxious."

Mu Zheng continued to advise:

"I know you heard me. Very good, Baozi, you are very good. Well done."

"The doctor is going to perform surgery on you soon. The amniotic fluid is gone, and the baby is at risk of suffocation in your stomach at any time. Do you understand? Relax a little and don't think about anything else. The most important thing right now is the baby."

An Nansheng blinked, and a string of tears burst out of his eyes.

She exhaled lightly and asked in an extremely clear voice:

"Doctor, what should I do?"

The anesthesiologist quickly stepped forward and carefully explained the precautions for the operation. After getting her clear answer, he asked her to lie on her side and began the anesthesia.

Mu Zheng secretly wiped away her tears behind her.

Soon, the anesthesia took effect and the chief surgeon began the operation.

Mu Zheng was right beside her.

An Nansheng was very calm until he heard the baby crying.

She heard someone happily tell her:

"Miss An, it's a boy. He has very long legs. He will definitely be tall in the future."

Mu Zheng took a look and came over to tell her:

"Over 2,600 grams. That's fine. That's great."

The chief surgeon also said: "It's amazing that twin babies can weigh more than five kilograms. Some single babies only weigh more than five kilograms."

Then the second baby was born.

"It's a baby girl, Nan Sheng, you're amazing." Mu Zheng said excitedly, "Even though the little second baby is a little younger than her big brother, her cries are just as loud as his. Their hair is both so black, they really look like people from our Mu family."

After the babies were washed and dressed, someone brought the two babies over.

"Baby is here, come, mommy give you a kiss."

Then a pink and tender little face was placed next to An Nansheng's lips.

She gave it a gentle kiss and saw that the baby had fallen asleep.

The midwife on the other side also smiled and said:

"It's my sister's turn."

An Nansheng kissed his sister on the face again.

My sister is not sleeping. She is trying to open her eyes, and her pink little mouth is opening and closing.

An Nansheng's heart was about to melt.

The children were quickly pushed out in strollers while she continued to sew.

The child was born safely, and Mu Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, praising her constantly.

An Nansheng finally spoke:

"Is he really not dead?"