An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

After staring at the two hands' smooth movements three times in a row, a line of slightly trembling words appeared in the black box, the fluorescent green characters flickering in the dim light: "Please anesthetize the pregnant woman and wait."

"Brother Xiaokang, we're getting ready for surgery." Jing Chunxi's voice was a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. She subconsciously clenched the corners of her clothes, her knuckles turning slightly white. As she stood up, the hem of her skirt brushed against the metal chair legs, making a subtle scraping sound.

The two of them quickly stood up and took a few quick steps. Xu Zize's voice was soft and steady: "Go in and say you want to give Madam a massage. Take this opportunity to inject the anesthetic."

The two of them walked out of the operating room one after the other. He suddenly stopped in front of the pharmacy door, his white coat drawing a sharp arc when he turned around. "Calm down, brother, it's time to prepare the baby blanket now."

"Remember to take two beds," Jing Chunxi reminded hurriedly, looking calm at this time, "and take a pack of diapers, the smallest size." Xu Zize quickly turned around and gave her another big hug to cheer her up.

Jing Chunxi paced back and forth in the corridor three times, and finally stopped in front of the carved wooden door and took a deep breath.

Her chest heaving violently, she placed her trembling fingertips on the cool brass doorknob, and the hinges creaked slightly as she pushed the door open.

Jing Qiurong, dozing off after breakfast, merely lazily lifted her eyelids when she heard the noise. Sunlight streamed through the window, dancing across her face. She mumbled something vaguely before falling back into a deep sleep.

When the anesthetic needle pierced her skin, Jing Qiurong just frowned in her dream and murmured softly as if she was bitten by a mosquito: "It seems... there are mosquitoes too..."

The medicine flowed slowly in his blood vessels. Jing Chunxi stared at the hourglass on the table, silently calculating the time.

As the hour drew near, Jing Chunxi leaned over to feel his mother's breath. The moment the warm air brushed across his fingertips, the surroundings suddenly trembled like ripples on water.

When they regained consciousness, they were already in the operating room. Jing Qiurong still maintained her previous sleeping position, even the black hair scattered on the pillow had not changed at all.

A snow-white sterile sheet unfolded like a flowing cloud, revealing only Jing Qiurong's serene face and protruding abdomen. Two connected Shu embroidery screens materialized from thin air, their intricate Hundred Children pattern perfectly obscuring the surgical area, creating a clever visual barrier.

"Push the instrument table over here," Jing Chunxi's voice sounded a little muffled through the mask, "Brother Xiaokang will pass the instruments over here."

She was secretly surprised that this mysterious space had taken such thorough considerations into even the most worldly defenses.

"Disinfectant, cotton swab." The girl stretched out her open palm and said in an unquestionable tone.

"Brother Xiaokang, scalpel!" The silver-gleaming scalpel fell into her palm, and the delicate patterns on the handle touched her fingertips.

"Quick, blood-absorbing bandage," she quickly took the gauze soaked in medicine, her movements smoother than a first-time user.

......

Xu Zize kept a close eye on the girl's every move, ready to take over at any time if she couldn't bear it.

Yet, her slender hands were steady as a rock, not even the slightest tremor quivering as they sliced ​​through her flesh. Only the beads of sweat that trickled down her forehead betrayed her nervousness. He quickly took two steps forward and gently wiped her soaked temples with gauze.

"Brother Xiaokang! The first one is about to come out," her voice suddenly took on a cheerful tone, "No need to clean it yet, just hold it upside down and pat it until it cries."

This sentence was like a command, and the two of them instantly entered a new rhythm of battle. Xu Zize frantically took the bloody baby, but saw Jing Chunxi had already reached out and taken out the second child.

"Hurry up, they are both little brothers." She spoke as fast as bouncing raindrops, and the palms of her hands holding the babies were still filled with amniotic fluid that had not been wiped clean.

When the second child left the womb, Jing Chunxi suddenly felt his arms sink. Amidst the blood, the child's lips curled up slightly, as if a fleeting smile had blossomed.

"Wow!" As the mucus in the throat was skillfully cleared, the baby was simply laid prone and patted twice, and immediately burst into a loud cry.

"You're really strong." Xu Zize took the naked child and compared the two rosy little guys. "This one seems to be bigger. No wonder the sound is so loud that it hurts my eardrums."

As two clean newborns cried side by side in the crib, Xu Zize had no time to look at them.

He was about to hand over the suture needle when he saw Jing Chunxi suddenly let out a short cry of surprise, and then his eyes were filled with incredible ecstasy: "Brother Xiaokang——"

"Three...three?"

Xu Dingchun's voice suddenly rose, as if something was strangling his throat.

As soon as Xu Zize said the words "the mother and her two children are safe", his uncle's iron-like hands grabbed his shoulders tightly, and he didn't even have time to tell the gender of the child.

"Safety is a great blessing. Why are you so anxious?" The old lady stamped her feet in anxiety. Her skinny fingers couldn't pry open her son-in-law's hand with bulging veins.

The old general hurried forward to help, his gray beard trembling slightly.

This "old man" who had just become a father was so excited that he was shaking all over. He stared at Xu Zize with red eyes: "Why did you come out to report the news? Why didn't you stay inside to help? If you came out, you couldn't take us in. Isn't this just making us anxious!"

"Xi'er is still in there helping Auntie Shenxian pack up the utensils. She knows you're anxious!"

Xu Zize appeared calm on the surface, but he was worried about the girl inside who was almost exhausted. After finishing the stitches, she slumped on the stool, her whole body limply leaning on the edge of the bed, without even the strength to speak.

When he was released, he only said weakly in a low voice: "Tell them to wait...just say that the fairy lady is not done yet..." Then there was no sound, probably he had fallen asleep.

"Congratulations to Third Uncle on the birth of his son and daughter. Congratulations to the old general and the old lady." Xu Zize deliberately slowed down his speech. "The two sons are the eldest, and the daughter is the youngest."

The image of the baby girl that Jing Chunxi had carried out last appeared in front of his eyes. She was as thin as a kitten, and even her cry was as thin as a thread.

Only then did he realize that the incubator that suddenly appeared in the pharmacy was originally prepared for this fragile little life.

"The Fairy Aunt specifically instructed that Madam is weak after giving birth and the children are too young, so she needs to take care of them personally for three days." They had already discussed this excuse - they had to conceal the fact that the baby was delivered by caesarean section, and at the same time buy time for the necessary daily wound treatment.

"How can I trouble the fairy aunt to serve me personally?" The old lady rubbed her hands anxiously, as if she was looking for a ladder to climb to heaven at any moment. "I will go in and help!"

"For the next three days," Xu Zize said, blocking the way and winking at Xu Dingchun, "except for Xi'er and me, only the child's father can enter." Finally, he emphasized, "That's what the Fairy Aunt said."

Xu Dingchun immediately understood and promised, "Don't worry, father-in-law and mother-in-law, I will do everything myself, serving tea and water, making soup and decocting medicine, and taking good care of Qiu Rong and the three grandchildren."