Rebirth of Love: Jiang Ciyou's Counterattack Legend

When Jiang Ciyou was giving birth in the delivery room, Lu Jingchen suddenly fainted while holding her hand.

- In the delivery room, the smell of disinfectant permeated every inch of the air, and the instruments made a regular ticking sound, as if counting down for the arrival of this life. Jiang Ciyou lay on the delivery bed, her hair soaked with sweat. She bit her lower lip tightly and used all her strength. Every labor pain was like a surging wave, trying to swallow her. Her hands tightly grasped the handrails on the side of the bed, her knuckles turned white, that was her struggle against the limits of her body. On the side, the midwives surrounded her and encouraged softly: "Ms. Jiang, hold on a little longer, you can see the baby's head, push harder!"

Lu Jingchen stood by the bed, his eyes never leaving Jiang Ciyou, his forehead was covered with sweat, that was because of the mixture of nervousness and heartache. One of his hands was tightly held by Jiang Ciyou, and the other hand kept wiping the sweat from her forehead, muttering: "Ciyou, don't be afraid, I'm here, I'll be fine soon." His voice was trembling, and his usual calmness was dispersed by his worry for his wife at this moment.

Just as Jiang Ciyou tried her best to make a final cry, and the cry of the baby broke through the silence like the light of dawn, Lu Jingchen's body suddenly shook, his eyes closed tightly, and he fell straight back. "Mr. Lu!" The midwives exclaimed, and panic instantly enveloped the delivery room. Someone immediately rushed over to support Lu Jingchen and tried to wake him up, but he did not respond, his face was as pale as paper.

Jiang Ciyou had just recovered from the pain of childbirth. When she opened her eyes and saw this scene, her heart instantly fell into an ice cave. "Jingchen!" She shouted at the top of her lungs, wanting to get up and rush to him, but she was held back by the weakness after childbirth. She could only stretch out her hands helplessly, tears bursting out: "Please save him, please!"

The doctors and nurses acted quickly, carrying Lu Jingchen onto a stretcher and rushing to the emergency room. Jiang Ciyou lay on the delivery bed, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes. The joy of a new life was replaced by fear and despair. The child was gently placed beside her. The little guy waved his fists and cried loudly, as if calling out to the world, and also as if trying to wake up his unconscious father. But Jiang Ciyou's heart and eyes were filled with Lu Jingchen at this time. She trembled and reached out to touch the child's cheek gently, and hot tears dripped onto the swaddling clothes: "Baby, Daddy..."

Outside the emergency room, the lights were so pale that they were blinding. Jiang Ciyou was sitting in a wheelchair, pushed over by a nurse. She insisted on staying here despite her weak body. Her hair was messy and stuck to her cheeks. Her face was sallow and her eyes were red and swollen like ripe peaches. She stared at the door of the emergency room, as if she wanted to see through it and see Lu Jingchen's condition. Every passing minute and every second was like a torture in her heart. She automatically blocked out all the noise around her. In her world, there was only the closed door and Lu Jingchen behind it.

After an unknown amount of time, the door of the emergency room slowly swayed - the slight movement sounded like thunder to Jiang Ciyou's ears. She straightened up suddenly, holding the wheelchair armrests tightly with both hands, staring at the door without blinking. The doctor came out, his mask covering most of his face, but Jiang Ciyou could still catch a hint of heaviness in his slightly lowered eyes.

"Doctor, how is he?" Jiang Ciyou's voice was hoarse and dry, filled with endless fear.

The doctor sighed softly and took off his mask: "Mrs. Lu, Mr. Lu's condition is not optimistic. He is in a coma caused by an old illness, and he has been overworked during this period. His body has reached its limit. We are doing our best to rescue him, but... you have to be mentally prepared."

Jiang Ciyou felt her head buzzing, as if countless bees were buzzing around inside. "No... No, he won't abandon me and the child..." She murmured to herself, her eyes full of stubbornness, as if as long as she didn't believe it, fate would not be able to take Lu Jingchen away from her.

Time seemed to freeze, and every second seemed to be stretched to an infinite length. Finally, the door of the emergency room opened again, and Lu Jingchen was pushed out, wearing an oxygen mask on his face, with various tubes inserted into his body, and the instrument showed his weak vital signs. Jiang Ciyou rushed over desperately and held his hand. The hand was icy cold, which made her heart tremble: "Jingchen, wake up, look at me, look at our child..."

Back in the ward, Jiang Ciyou stayed by the bed, not daring to close her eyes. She gently stroked Lu Jingchen's forehead, just as tenderly as he used to take care of her when she was sick: "Jingchen, you said you would accompany me to watch the child grow up, teach him to ride a bicycle, and tell him our stories... You can't break your promise." As she spoke, tears rolled down her cheeks and dripped onto the back of Lu Jingchen's hand.

The child in the crib beside him occasionally babbled, as if responding to his mother's call. Jiang Ciyou turned her head to look at the child, who was sleeping soundly, with a rosy face, like a ripe apple. She forced herself to get up, walked to the crib, gently picked up the child, and returned to sit down beside Lu Jingchen's bed.

"Baby, this is daddy. He loves us the most." Jiang Ciyou said softly, placing the child's little hand in Lu Jingchen's palm, "Feel it, daddy is here." The child's little hand moved unconsciously and held Lu Jingchen's fingers. At that moment, a miracle happened.

Lu Jingchen's fingers trembled slightly, and his eyelids slowly opened, his eyes were confused and chaotic. Seeing this, Jiang Ciyou was so excited that her voice changed: "Jingchen! You woke up, so good, so good..." She cried with joy, and her tears poured out, soaking Lu Jingchen's pillow.

Lu Jingchen's eyes gradually focused. Seeing Jiang Ciyou's tear-stained face and the child in her arms, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a weak but gentle smile: "I... have been sleeping for a long time." His voice was very hoarse, as if his throat had been polished with sandpaper.

Jiang Ciyou nodded hurriedly and held the child closer: "You scared me to death, just now in the delivery room..." Before he could finish his words, tears choked his throat again.

Lu Jingchen raised his hand and gently wiped away her tears. His eyes fell on the child, his eyes full of joy and doting as a new father: "This is our child, he's so cute." His hand gently stroked the child's face, his movements were so gentle that he was afraid to hurt the little guy.

The child seemed to feel his father's touch, waving his arms and babbling. Lu Jingchen smiled, and the fatigue in his eyes was dispelled by this glimmer of life: "When I was unconscious just now, I seemed to have a dream. I dreamed that we returned to our wedding night, and you stood in the moonlight in your wedding dress and said to me, 'Welcome to real life.' We were so young at that time. It was not easy to come this far..." His voice gradually lowered, and his eyes were full of emotion for the past years.

Jiang Ciyou held his hand, placed it on her cheek and gently stroked it: "Yes, we have finally got to this day, and we still have many, many days to spend together in the future." Her eyes were firm and gentle, as if she was making a promise to Lu Jingchen, but also as if she was cheering herself up.

Just then, the nurse on rounds came in and saw that Lu Jingchen had woken up. She also showed a happy smile: "Mr. Lu, you are finally awake. Mrs. Lu was so worried. Wow, this little guy is so cute." The nurse walked to the bedside, checked Lu Jingchen's various vital signs, and said while recording.

The nurse's praise made Jiang Ciyou feel sweet in her heart. She looked down at the child, her eyes full of love: "Ms. Nurse, was there anything special when this child was born?" Jiang Ciyou asked curiously. As a new mother, she was curious about everything about the child.

The nurse smiled and replied, "This child cried loudly when he was born, and he is very healthy. Moreover, I have been working in the obstetrics department for so long, but this is the first time I have seen such beautiful eyes. There are star-shaped irises in the pupils, exactly the same as Mr. Lu's. It's like there are stars hidden in the eyes. He will definitely be a charming little guy in the future."

Jiang Ciyou and Lu Jingchen looked at each other, and surprise flashed in their eyes. Lu Jingchen reached out and gently touched the child's eyes again, muttering: "Like me, it seems that this little guy is destined to inherit our story and grow up with this love." His eyes were full of expectations, as if he had already seen the child's future appearance.

Jiang Ciyou leaned on Lu Jingchen's shoulder, looking at the child, her heart full of happiness and peace. At this moment, the thrilling delivery room and the worry and fear for Lu Jingchen all turned into the warmth of the moment. Outside the window, the sunlight shone through the gaps in the curtains, sprinkling on the family of three, as if coating them with a layer of gold, witnessing the miracle and love brought by this cycle of life.

In the following days, Lu Jingchen gradually recovered under Jiang Ciyou's careful care. They learned together how to take care of the baby, changing diapers, feeding, and coaxing the baby to sleep. Every trivial moment was full of sweetness. Jiang Ciyou watched Lu Jingchen holding the child carefully, with the tenderness in his eyes that seemed to drown people. She knew that their lives had opened a new chapter. Although they had experienced ups and downs, love had never been absent. In the future, they will hold each other's hands, accompany the child's growth footprints, and walk step by step until the end of time.