Jiang Yibai looked down at it, touched it, and then looked up anxiously at the constantly closed door of the operating room.
If only Mengmeng and the children could come out healthy, he would gladly give up ten years of his life.
But the operation room door still hadn’t opened.
Tong Mo, who could hardly contain herself, leaned her head against the operating room’s door.
"How is it? How is it?" Lu Zichen hurried over to ask.
Tong Mo sighed and shook her head, "Still no movement at all."
"Ah..." Upon hearing this, Lu Zichen couldn’t help but let out a long sigh as well.
It’s said that childbirth for women is like walking around the edge of death, who knows how Mengmeng is really doing.
Meanwhile, in the operating room, aside from Gu Zhihan who was stitching up Mengmeng, everyone else was trying to save the last of the triplets who had just emerged from Mengmeng’s belly.
During the stitching, Mengmeng kept turning her head to look at the small operating table beside her.
Her youngest child lay there, reliant on various machines to keep him alive.
The thought of him suffering so greatly despite his small size suddenly caused a wave of sweet nausea to surge in Mengmeng’s throat, and the next second, the overwhelming shock made her faint.
Gu Zhihan, seeing her faint, immediately shouted her name urgently.
But Mengmeng, unconscious, did not respond.
Gu Zhihan quickly finished the stitches and then approached Mengmeng to check on her, reassuring himself upon finding that she had just fainted due to intense agitation.
Immediately afterwards, he personally wheeled her out of the operating room.
As for Sanbao, left in the midst of resuscitation.
Seeing the operating room door finally open, people outside immediately met him with joy.
Luo’s mother rushed over first, looking at her unconscious daughter and frantically asking, "Did the delivery go smoothly? Why is Mengmeng unconscious?"
Gu Zhihan nodded, "Rest assured, Mengmeng is doing well."
"That’s good, that’s good..." Luo’s mother smoothed her chest, finally reassured.
But Luo’s father, catching the undertone in Gu Zhihan’s words, hesitated for a moment and then couldn’t help asking, "Mengmeng is fine, but what about the children?"
Mentioning this, Gu Zhihan suddenly fell silent.
His expression caused everyone’s recently lifted spirits to plunge back into the abyss.
"What happened to the child?"
Tong Mo, with her impetuous nature, couldn’t hold back and pressed on.
The others also looked at him with anxious eyes.
Gu Zhihan painfully closed his eyes and then opened them again, "The first two babies are healthy, but the third... is still being resuscitated."
"How can there be an extra one?" Tong Mo’s focus always stood out from the rest.
Viscount Li answered her, "Sometimes some babies aren’t detected in scans; it’s a normal occurrence."
"Oh okay." Tong Mo finally understood.
Luo’s mother shook her head in disbelief, "What illness does Sanbao have?"
Being born triplets should have been good news, but why was one child born sick!
"It’s complicated, and we can’t determine the exact illness at the moment," Gu Zhihan replied, his lips trembling slightly.
Luo’s mother shuddered in despair, "How can this be... how can this be..."
Luo’s father quickly supported her and softly comforted, "It will get better, everything will get better."
After finishing, he looked at Gu Zhihan, "Firstly, let’s move Mengmeng to the ward... and no matter what the situation with Sanbao is, we have to keep it positive for now, at least until she gets through the postpartum period. Otherwise, if she becomes overly saddened, the illnesses that follow can hardly be cured by a fortune."
Luo’s father had a sorrowful face, appearing to have aged ten years in a moment.