My delicate husband

There are only two days left, and although Zhang Xiaomo has prepared everything, he is still worried. Lan An is fine, he is in a good mood and has a good appetite. Everyone in the Zhang family is also ready at any time.

As soon as night fell tonight, Lan An became a little excited. Zhang Xiaomo coaxed him for a long time but he was unwilling to fall asleep.

"An An, aren't you sleepy? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Brother Xiaomo, I don't know either. I'm just a little excited and can't sleep."

"An An, can your husband read the miscellany to you?"

"Brother Xiaomo, if everything goes well tonight, wait for me. We'll choose a place to visit every year, okay? I want to take you to see the grasslands of Mobei. I want to ride horses with you across the grasslands. And there's Tubo, where you can find the most authentic wine. I want to watch the sunset with you. There's the sea in Nanyue. The sea is beautiful, and the seafood is delicious. I want to take you there to pick up shells. I'll also take you to see the misty rain in the Central Plains and the pavilions and towers in the south of the Yangtze River. There are many other places. I'll take you to all the places mentioned in my notes."

There was an unprecedented tenderness in Lan An's words. He knew that he had narrowly escaped death tonight, and there were too many places he had not accompanied Zhang Xiaomo to. If he was gone, he also hoped that Zhang Xiaomo could take a good look at the world.

In the past, Lan An thought that committing suicide for love was a very romantic thing. How could one abandon another person to live alone? But Lan An still hoped that if he was gone, Zhang Xiaomo could live well. He hoped that Zhang Xiaomo would be safe and everything would go well.

At the beginning, Lan An chose to pursue those two destinies regardless of his physical condition and had thought about all the consequences, even the worst one. Fate had been kind enough to him and let him meet Zhang Xiaomo.

Zhang Xiaomo couldn't hear Lan An say this. He always felt very panicked. Thinking of the dangerous situation when Zhang Xiaohua gave birth, he couldn't help but feel red in the eyes and tears fell.

"Why are you crying?"

"An An, don't say that. You said you wanted me to stay with you forever."

"No, I just told you when I thought of it."

"An An, I don't care, I just won't allow it."

"Okay, don't tell me."

Zhang Xiaomo bit Lan'an's lips and only let go when they bled.

"An An, does it hurt?"

"pain."

"Say something like that next time and it will hurt you more."

"Okay, stop crying, give me a hug."

"An An, it's going to be okay, right?"

"Well, believe me, Brother Xiaomo, nothing will happen."

Lan An was a little sleepy. Zhang Xiaomo held Lan An in his arms, his eyes full of paranoia. If Lan An opened his eyes, he would find that Zhang Xiaomo looked even crazier than when he was sick.

Eucalyptus globulus is a flower that Zhang Xiaomo nurtured with love. Zhang Xiaomo tried hard to teach Eucalyptus globulus to love, but it's a pity that he only loves Eucalyptus globulus.

In the middle of the night, Lan An wanted to eat chicken noodle soup, and Aunt Li was always on standby.

"Boss, the old hen and ginseng soup is ready."

"Well, use this chicken soup to cook some noodles for An An. The noodles should be soft and mushy."

Aunt Li was also very quick and the noodles were served in a quarter of an hour. It was a pity that Lan Euan didn't like chopped green onions, otherwise the taste would be even more delicious.

"Brother Xiaomo, it's delicious. Would you like to have a bite?"

"An An feed me."

"It's a little hot, let me blow it for you for a while."

Before the noodles were fed into Zhang Xiaomo's mouth, Lan An felt a pain in his stomach. His originally rosy face turned pale and the bamboo chopsticks in his hand fell.

"An An, does your stomach hurt?"

"Brother Xiaomo, I think I wet the bed, and my stomach hurts."

Lan'an felt the continued incontinence below, and was also unusually shy. There was unconsciously some grievance in her words. The continuous pain in her stomach made Lan'an's almond eyes filled with tears.

Zhang Xiaomo had been reading a lot of medical books recently, so he immediately understood what was going on and quickly asked Aunt Li to go and prepare.

After helping Lan An tidy up her clothes and wipe away her tears, Brother Man also called Doctor Zhu from the side yard.

"Doctor Zhu, I'm sorry to bother you so late at night. I'd like to trouble you to take my pulse."

"Nothing, sir, don't worry."

Doctor Zhu calmly took Lan An's pulse and knew what was going on.

"Don't worry, it's just starting to hurt, and I'm afraid it will last for several hours."

"Is there any medicine for the pain?"

"Sir, if you drink the medicine, it will cause greater harm to your body."

Zhang Xiaomo also knew it, but it still hurt to let Lan Euan suffer for several hours. Well, now he could only wait.

"Remember to feed the young master more ginseng soup to replenish his strength."

Zhang Xiaomo nodded repeatedly in agreement, and everyone in the Zhang family began to get busy. The originally quiet night became lively, and the Zhang family's house was brightly lit.

"An An, let's drink a few sips of ginseng soup, okay?"

"Brother Xiaomo, I can't drink."

"Be good, just drink two sips."

Zhang Xiaomo still patiently coaxed Lan An into drinking half a bowl of chicken soup, although she still vomited a lot, some of which spilled on the sheets and bedding. Although Lan An didn't say anything, she always felt uncomfortable when she fell asleep.

"An An, please be patient a little longer, okay."

"Brother Xiaomo, I want to wipe my body."

Zhang Xiaomo knew that Lan An was a little obsessed with cleanliness. After asking Doctor Zhu, she confirmed that she could get out of bed and walk. She asked Aunt Li to change the sheets and quilts, and helped Lan An to wash up. Lan An felt a little more comfortable and lay down obediently.

"An An, are you feeling better?"

"Brother Xiaomo, it just hurts a little."

"An An, if you've been wronged, we'll just feel pain this time."

Zhang Xiaomo stayed beside Lan An, holding Lan An's hand tightly, kissing Lan An's face constantly, and became more determined in his heart.

Lan An just smiled at Zhang Xiaomo. He was willing to endure the suffering today. As long as there was fate in the future, he would be willing to endure this suffering. However, he didn't expect that this would be the last time he would suffer this.

Time became particularly unbearable at this moment, but Lan Euan was very calm. It was only his pale face and wet hair that betrayed him.

Zhang Xiaomo felt like an ant on a hot pan at this moment, anxious, confused, helpless, and afraid. He once again realized his weakness and powerlessness, and blamed himself. If it weren't for him, Lan An wouldn't have to go through this.

"Brother Xiaomo, it's okay, don't be unhappy."

"An An, I broke my promise again. I said I wouldn't let you suffer or be wronged, but I made you go through this. Blame it on me. It's all my fault..."

Zhang Xiaomo choked up as he spoke, tears streaming down his face. This was an unprecedented loss of composure in his 19 years.

The midwife in the inner room was also helpless. It was the first time she had seen such a thing. Since ancient times, giving birth has been a life-threatening situation, and men could not stay in such a dirty place.

They have been midwives for decades, but this is the first time they have seen a man accompany them throughout the whole process and cry so sadly. After all, the young man in front of them is cold-hearted and it is obvious that he is not the kind of person who cries easily.

"Brother Xiaomo, it doesn't hurt, I don't feel wronged, I am happy with it, don't cry, your eyes are red, I feel bad."

"An An, I'm not crying. The sand blinded me."

"Well, my husband is the best."

The midwife was so miserable that she was about to cry like a boiling kettle, but she still didn't cry. There was really too much sand in the sand.

The longer the pain lasted, the weaker Lan An became. Doctor Zhu took his pulse several times and said that he still needed to wait for some time. Zhang Xiaomo had no choice but to feed Lan An as much food as possible.

The longer the time, the more dangerous it becomes. Doctor Zhu couldn't help but feel a little anxious, and he had also prepared for the worst.