Doctor Jiang took the fourth child from Xiao Changyi’s arms and examined him carefully before speaking with a solemn face, "He was born weak and will need to be nourished with medicine continuously to grow."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Changyi’s face darkened, "And after he grows up?"
Doctor Jiang let out a sigh before saying, "There’s a very good chance he will never be able to live without medicine."
Xiao Changyi instantly closed his eyes, and after a long moment, reopened them, his cold gaze now calm. Taking back the fourth child from Doctor Jiang’s hands, he spoke softly, "Write the prescription. No matter if he needs medicine for life, my child must live."
"Yes," Doctor Jiang then left to write the prescription.
The children were all born, and there was no longer any need for the midwives to stay, so after receiving their gratuity, the two midwives left. But on the way back, because the birth of quadruplets to An Jing was so rare, they mentioned it to every acquaintance they met, and soon everyone knew that An Jing had given birth to four sons.
Everyone was so envious!
Some people couldn’t even have a son in their entire life, but An Jing, oh how fortunate she was to give birth to four sons in one go, how could they not be envious!
The news of An Jing’s quadruplets soon reached Pan Family Village, and when Mother and Father of Pan Shuangquan heard of it, they immediately berated Pan Shuangquan mercilessly.
Pan Shuangquan felt incredibly regretful, if only he had married An Jing, then those four sons would be his! Four sons! Not one, not two, but four! Four sons!
And him? He had already taken two wives, and with great difficulty managed to have a son, only for the child to die within months!
The father of Pan Shuangquan was so angry that he didn’t even care if Mrs. Pan Fan was pregnant or not, and turned around to scold her fiercely, "Didn’t you say she would give birth to a litter of girls?! Clearly, it’s a litter of boys with handles! I am telling you, if this baby isn’t a boy, I will have Shuangquan divorce you. Go back to your family and stop harming ours, you broom star!"
Mrs. Pan Fan had never expected An Jing to give birth to quadruplets, wishing she could personally strangle those four newborn sons, yet she didn’t expect her father-in-law to curse her out loud, and she felt both hatred for An Jing and self-pity.
She retorted, "Even if this baby isn’t a son, the next one could be. If you make Shuangquan divorce me and the next wife he marries turns out to be barren, wouldn’t you be even more frustrated?"
"You’re cursing our family with things that haven’t even happened yet, you—you—you..." The father of Pan Shuangquan choked with anger.
The mother of Pan Shuangquan was also furious, "Is that how a daughter-in-law should act? Always talking back to your parents-in-law? If it weren’t for you carrying a child, would we tolerate you ? Good! We, your in-laws, have decided today that if this baby isn’t a boy, no matter if you cannot have more children or not, we will divorce you, and we won’t go back on our word!"
Mrs. Pan Fan, used to being sarcastic and scathing, had often talked back to her in-laws, not just once or twice. Before she became pregnant, she would have held back a little for fear of being divorced, but now that she was pregnant again, she didn’t hold back as much and it became routine to talk back, especially when upset. The parents of Pan Shuangquan, considering that Mrs. Pan Fan was pregnant and not wanting her to miscarry their precious grandson, had been tolerating her without holding her to account.
Both were so infuriated that they couldn’t bear it any longer, and Mrs. Pan Fan felt greatly wronged. Upon being spoken to by the mother of Pan Shuangquan, she immediately flared up in anger too.