Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

The car sped through the night, and Meng Chuan soon arrived at the villa complex of teachers from Fuxing University.

In a villa on the very edge of the city, Meng Chuan descended to the headquarters of the Green Gang.

More than 100 meters underground, it took Meng Chuan more than ten minutes to take the elevator.

As the elevator descended, Meng Chuan grew increasingly angry, yet also couldn't help feeling worried.

It's so late, and you're still practicing swordsmanship in the middle of the night.

The fact that she gave birth early is already dangerous, and she also suffered an injury. What if something serious happens to her...

When Meng Chuan stepped out of the elevator, there were already Green Gang waiters waiting at the door.

"Young Master, Miss Yingdie is waiting outside the delivery room. Please come with me."

As they walked through the corridor, the bluestone floor gleamed coldly, casting flickering light and shadow on Meng Chuan's face.

Upon arriving at the medical area, I saw Yingdie standing at the entrance of the operating room, her belly protruding and her brows furrowed.

"how's it going?"

Meng Chuan's voice was somewhat strained.

"Half an hour has passed since she went in. Master Wei said... the baby is in a slightly breech position, and she also fell and aggravated the pregnancy, so it might be difficult to give birth."

Yingdie's voice was very low.

Meng Chuan's heart sank, and he was about to speak.

A muffled groan suddenly came from the delivery room, followed by the panicked voice of Master Wei:

"Oh no! There's bleeding! Prepare for surgery immediately."

Although the medical facilities here are quite well-equipped.

But it's not as professional as a hospital.

It's just an operating room separated by a simple door.

Meng Chuan could still hear the voices inside.

Upon hearing the sound of bleeding, Meng Chuan's mind went blank.

The fear of postpartum hemorrhage surged up in Chen Yiyi instantly.

However, Meng Chuan was unable to appear on the scene in time.

But the Green Gang used all their connections to secure enough blood for Chen Yiyi.

One can imagine how critical the situation was at the time.

Here, the Green Gang Medical Clinic still prepared some fresh blood.

However, the reserves are extremely limited.

Moreover, Meng Chuan cannot act like he would in a capitalist country like the United States.

As long as you have money and power, you can draw upon blood without limit.

Upon hearing that there was bleeding, Meng Chuan immediately became restless.

"Change my clothes, I need to go inside."

Meng Chuan said without a doubt.

Yingdie was also very worried at this time.

She was, after all, her older sister.

Immediately, Yingdie ordered the medical staff to bring two sets of sterile gowns.

After disinfection, Meng Chuan couldn't wait to push open the operating room door.

The strong smell of blood hit his face.

Under the lamplight, Blood Rakshasa lay on a bed covered with a white sheet, her face as pale as paper.

Her lips were bitten until they bled, and the red silk that had been used to tie her hair was scattered on the side of the pillow, stained with dark blood.

"Why did you get in?"

Blood Rakshasa opened her eyes and immediately recognized Meng Chuan.

She frowned weakly, a hint of stubbornness in her voice:

"You can leave. I'm fine."

Blood Rakshasa is different from Shadow Butterfly. Shadow Butterfly has no privacy whatsoever in front of Meng Chuan.

However, Blood Rakshasa is extremely concerned about her image.

To put it bluntly, it's about loving beauty.

Even without looking, it was clear that she looked extremely disheveled.

She didn't want Meng Chuan to see her covered in blood.

"Still being tough at a time like this?"

Meng Chuan rushed to the bedside, grasped her icy hand, his palm soaked with cold sweat from her fingertips:

"Listen to Hall Master Wei, don't be reckless!"

While Meng Chuan was changing clothes, he vaguely heard Blood Rakshasa refuse the surgery.

It's not that she's afraid of surgery.

For a former Blood Rakshasa assassin, getting stabbed is easier than eating or drinking.

She's just too vain.

Most importantly, surgery would significantly reduce her fertility.

During a private conversation after Meng Chuan and she had been intimate.

Blood Rakshasa once told Meng Chuan that.

She definitely wants to have more children in the future.

That way, her and her sister Yingdie's child won't be lonely.

Her childhood was too lonely.

She doesn't want her children to end up like her.

He spent his days in solitude, with no relatives or friends to rely on.

Once she has the surgery, her fertility will be limited to three children.

"No, I can give birth."

Blood Rakshasa said firmly.

However, cold sweat had already soaked her entire body.

Hall Master Wei also said with some difficulty:

"Young Master, Madam needs help now. Please help her relax! At most twenty minutes, or if the bleeding increases, we will have to perform surgery."

Blood Rakshasa turned her head away, avoiding Meng Chuan's gaze, and looked at Hall Master Wei, her voice barely audible:

"I can... I can do it myself."

Before she could finish speaking, another wave of excruciating pain struck her. She shuddered, and cold sweat rolled down her jawline.

Seeing her like this, Meng Chuan felt both angry and heartbroken.

But Meng Chuan softened his tone and whispered to Blood Rakshasa:

“I know you’re strong-willed, but now is not the time to stubbornly resist. Think about the children, and think about yourself—if anything happens to you, I won’t forgive you.”

Meng Chuan's words carried a hint of harshness, but also revealed boundless affection.

Blood Rakshasa managed a weak smile.

Immediately afterwards, she suddenly entered a state of inner demons.

Everyone could clearly feel that Blood Rakshasa seemed to be emanating an indescribable aura.

To awaken one's inner demons and give birth—there's probably no other martial artist in the world who could do that.

"what!"

The next moment, a roar burst forth from deep within the Blood Rakshasa's throat.

She gripped Meng Chuan's hand tightly, and Meng Chuan could clearly hear the cracking sound of her squeezing the bones in his palm.

Immediately afterwards, Hall Master Wei shouted excitedly:

"Out."

A huge baby head slowly appeared.

There were even two loops of umbilical cord around its neck.

Meng Chuan didn't dare to open the camera because of the bloody scene.

It wasn't that Meng Chuan was cowardly, but the scene was just too terrifying.

Meng Chuan could only force himself to look at the Blood Rakshasa.

Blood Rakshasa was still exerting herself, and Meng Chuan felt sorry for her.

The silence was suddenly broken by a loud baby's cry.

Meng Chuan finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the gloom in his heart gradually dissipated.

But Blood Rakshasa had already tilted her head to the side and fainted.

Meng Chuan was about to call Wei Tangzhu.

But Master Wei stepped forward and spoke, his voice sounding somewhat pessimistic:

"Someone, take the child away first. Young master, you should also go out first. I still need to clean the placenta for the lady."

The baby is out, but the placenta hasn't come out yet.

In addition, Blood Rakshasa had already fainted at this time.

Next, she may need to manually remove the placenta from the Blood Rakshasa.

That scene was really not suitable for watching.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Meng Chuan dared not delay.

Because here, Master Wei is the expert.

Although they were very reluctant, Meng Chuan and Ying Die quickly left with a female nurse and the baby.

In the cleaning room.

The nurse was quick and efficient, and soon took care of the baby.

Wrapped in a thick quilt, it was handed to Meng Chuan.

Meng Chuan stood frozen in place, staring at the tiny, wrinkled life, momentarily forgetting to react.

Yingdie took the child first.

"Husband, it's a girl. Shall we name the child?"

Yingdie said to Meng Chuan.

There's no use in getting anxious.

They can only wait here.

Meng Chuan looked down at the little guy in the swaddling clothes; it was looking at the world with its big, dark eyes.

His eyes were clear and bright, somewhat resembling the Blood Demon practicing swordsmanship. He was silent for a moment, then said, "Let's name her Meng Zhining! I hope she has a peaceful and tranquil life."

Yingdie nodded:

"Good name."

Just then, Meng Chuan's phone vibrated. It was a message from Liu Qian: "How's it going at the warehouse? It's been so long, are you alright?"