Getting married by mistake: the embarrassing wife of the cold-faced president

Chapter 152
On the day of the operation, I took another day off and waited outside the operating room with Jiang Jiawei, Zuo Linlin, Zuo Haoxuan, and Huan Xiayun.The air is very depressing, and people's mood is even more depressing.The hospital is not suitable for little kids, so I asked Cheng Yiming to help take care of the two little kids, Xiaoshuai and Ningnan.

Cheng Yiming agreed immediately.

Xiaoshuai and Ningnan lived here for several days, and Cheng Yiming got to know them well.Originally, I thought Cheng Yiming would annoy them, but not only did he not annoy them, but he also liked them.

But I am still not at ease: "Cheng Yiming, you are a big man, and you have no experience in raising children. Although Xiaoshuai and Ningnan are very good and sensible, they are four or five-year-old brats. If you don't make trouble, it's fine. It's frustrating. If you can't handle them, you can call me, or you can send them to the hospital."

Cheng Yiming glanced at me: "You don't believe in my ability?"

I said, "This has nothing to do with ability. A successful man who is good at dancing and making his career flourish is not necessarily a master at taking care of kids."

Cheng Yiming smiled: "Then you just watch, am I both?"

He took Xiaoshuai and Ningnan to the zoo to see various animals, and then took them to the children's playground to play various games. Finally, he took them to KFC for a big meal.

I was waiting outside the operating room on the [-]th floor of Building B of the hospital's inpatient department. While swiping WeChat with my mobile phone, I saw a photo posted by Cheng Yiming in Moments. In the photo, Xiao Shuai and Ning Nan were so excited. , opened his mouth wide and smiled happily, having a great time.

I feel relieved.

Facts have proved that a successful man who is good at dancing and making his career flourish is also a master at taking care of little kids.I think, Cheng Yiming, he will be a good father in the future.

The oppressive atmosphere of waiting outside the operating room was unbearable.

I couldn't sit still, so I wandered around.

Unknowingly, unintentionally, he wandered to the obstetrics and gynecology department on the eleventh floor.The scenery of the obstetrics and gynecology department is very unique. The corridors are full of expectant mothers walking around with big bellies, frowning, walking like penguins, with solemn or nervous expressions, and their bloated bodies are completely out of shape.

There was a woman younger than me who was wailing loudly, crying bitterly: "I don't want to live anymore, it hurts to death, doctor, I really can't bear it, can you give me a caesarean section?" ah?"

The woman next to her was infected, and she also cried and cried: "Oh, it hurts me to death, doctor, I'm going to have a caesarean section if I don't give birth!"

Both great and painful.

The angel in white happened to pass by, and was impatient to hear it. He ran over and reprimanded them loudly and arrogantly: "What caesarean section? Let me tell you, it's better to give up this heart. Women have to pass this level, and it hurts like you Is it okay to go there for a caesarean section?"

I stared blankly, is it really so painful to have a baby?

If it really hurts so much, why do all the women in the world, from ordinary people to empresses, like to rush to suffer this pain?Are you still willing to be proud of it?
Are women all duplicity animals?
I can't help but think of my mother.

Did she feel the same pain when she gave birth to me?That year, not long after she was in her early 20s, she dared not tell her family because she was pregnant out of marriage.When I was born, the man named Deng Haoran was not by her side, no relatives, no one to accompany her, was she very miserable?How did she survive?

Thinking about it this way, my hatred for Deng Haoran increased a bit.

At this time, in the obstetrics and gynecology department, someone gave birth to the baby.The child was wrapped in a small quilt, carried out of the operating room by an angel in white, and handed over to relatives and friends who were anxiously walking back and forth in front of the delivery room door, looking forward to the autumn water. They gathered around to visit the small Small baby, like visiting a rare object.

One of the old ladies stretched out her head, glanced at it, then curled her lips, disdainful: "This is a money-losing product." The old lady was probably confused, it was a little two hundred and five, and she forgot that she was also a "losing product" People in the ranks are the kind of mentally retarded people who walk around the street with a ruler and don't measure themselves.

According to the current Internet buzzwords, it is brain-dead.

Probably she hoped that the more boys and grandchildren the better, it would be best to form a football team to break out of Asia and go to the world.

There are also women who live up to their stomachs and give birth to children who are not "losing money".But it seems that they are not very satisfied with the children who are not "losing money". The gray-headed old woman has the posture of the Empress Dowager Cixi, her eyes widened, and she suddenly yelled at the new father who took the child from the angel in white. : "Show me the baby."

In her hands, the child is like meat on a chopping board.

The old woman is in her seventies and eighties, and she is still so perverted, and she is of a super perverted kind. She stretched out her hands and kept fiddling with the handle on the little baby. She also opened her eyes wide, looking forward, looking back, left and right. Look at it, look right at it, and look at him N times with that handle back and forth.

In the end, the perverted old woman prophesied: "This kid has a black egg, and he will grow up to be a flower gun who doesn't take much care of his family!" Unexpectedly, the perverted old woman can speak so funny.

I couldn't help it, and laughed out loud.

That old woman, although she is very old, but other parts of her body are not old, she has good ears and clairvoyant eyes. When she heard my laughter, she swept her eyes sharply from a distance.

I didn't want to cause trouble, so I quickly stuck out my tongue and ran away.

Go back to the operating room on the [-]th floor.

Not long after, the old lady's operation was finally over.

The surgery was successful and the fibroids were benign.The old lady can eat semi-liquid food after exhaust.The doctor ordered that two days after the operation, eat some light and digestible food, do not eat sweet, greasy, gas-prone food.So Jiang Jiawei made white porridge, blew it to cool, sat on the edge of the bed, and put the porridge water into the old lady's mouth little by little.

The postoperative old lady was even thinner, like the last leaf in the autumn wind, shivering, dry, but tenacious.

During those days, Jiang Jiawei accompanied the old lady in the hospital every day, poured shit and urine on her, washed her face and body, talked with her to relieve her boredom, and even acted as a clown on the stage to make her happy.

After another two days, the old lady could get out of bed and move around, so Zuo Haoxuan and Xia Yun took Ningnan back to the small county.Zuo Haoxuan's feet are inconvenient, and Xia Yun has a big belly. Since the old lady's operation was successful, she doesn't need so many people to take care of her.Besides, the tea shop at home has to open for business.

Gotta earn money to eat, right?

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(End of this chapter)