"I think I heard it too," Li Qiuhua also pressed her ear closer, "My beautiful granddaughter, finally born." The two exchanged glances, both recalling the soft, delicate little granddaughter, how anxious they must have felt inside.
At this moment, the operating room door opened, and a nurse came out holding a small bundle. Seeing the people outside, she couldn't help but smile along.
"Congratulations, it's a little boy, and very handsome."
Not a granddaughter, Li Qiuhua felt a bit disappointed, but it didn't matter, there was still one, maybe it would be a granddaughter. Having both a granddaughter and a grandson was quite prestigious, those who married early could only have one child, what was the use? They even laughed at her son for marrying late—having children doesn't depend on timing, but on good fortune.
Look, who else has both a grandson and a granddaughter like her.
Jian Ming wiped his hands on his body and quickly held the child in his arms, seeing the child's little face made him happy, "He looks exactly like Zhiqing when he was little."
"Really? Let me see," Li Qiuhua also leaned in closer. The baby was quite small, but had strong arms and legs, kicking vigorously.
"May I ask..." Jian Zhiqing didn't look at his son at all.
"How is my wife doing now?"
"She's fine, delivering the second one," the nurse hurriedly said, also to reassure the family, "Her condition is very good, the first one came out easily, the second one should also be easy." As she was speaking, another bout of baby cries came from within.
The nurse hurriedly went back inside and came out later with another small one.
"This is the second one, three and a half pounds, the eldest was four pounds, both are quite small, but the children are very healthy. However, for safety, they should stay in the incubator for a few days until their weight increases a bit more."
Jian Ming quickly handed the grandson he was holding to another nurse, carefully asking as to not startle the baby still with closed eyes.
"Is this a little girl?"
"No," the nurse secured the baby in her arms and shook it gently, "It's another handsome boy. He has a loud cry and very white skin. Our hospital hasn't had a baby that looks like a little snowball in a long time."
After the nurse finished speaking, she took the two babies away.
Jian Ning and his wife have now resigned themselves to their fate; their family just wasn't destined to have a little princess.
Why are there two more little baldheaded boys?
Then, the operating room door opened again, and another nurse came out, holding another one.
Jian Ning's eyes widened in shock, and Li Qiumei was also taken aback.
"Yes, triplets, the smallest one, a boy, but he's very light, only two pounds and has some lung infection. I'll take the child to the incubator now," the nurse didn't say much more, holding the baby and quickly walked away.
Shortly after, the director came out.
"Secretary Jian, I'm really sorr—"
As he spoke, Jian Zhiqing felt his brain buzzing, his vision blackened, nearly collapsing to the ground—could it be his little girl was in trouble?
"Where is my wife?" He grabbed the director by the shoulders, nearly hurting him.
The director winced in pain but understood the family's anxiety. Seeing Jian Zhiqing looking like he had lost his wife, he regretted maybe saying the wrong thing.
"Secretary Jian, rest assured, your wife is fine, just very tired and sleeping. You'll be able to see her soon."
"What did you mean by 'sorry' just now?" Jian Ming broke out in a cold sweat, while Li Qiuhua hadn't yet grasped the situation.
"That was..." the doctor truly felt sorry, "We had been performing checks during Ms. Qin's pregnancy, but we always thought they were twins, not realizing there was a smaller one hidden, which had not been discovered. It's been a long time since our hospital had a set of triplets, but although the third one is a bit smaller and has a lung infection, there are no serious issues."
"Congratulations, Mr. Jian, your legacy continues."
The doctor extended his hand to Jian Ming; others struggle to have even one child, but the Jian family, fortunate as they are, had three boys all at once.
Jian Ming gave a wry smile, feeling both pleasantly surprised and disappointed—no little princess for the Jian family, and they could only hope Jian Zhiqin would grow up and get married.
This finally made Jian Zhiqing breathe a sigh of relief, his strained nerves easing, feeling his legs go weak.
He nearly broke down thinking his little girl might have been in trouble, his mind went blank, and it was blank now too as he covered his face, unnoticed, tears in his eyes glistening as they fell.
In the newborn ward, three little incubators contained three pale, plump little 'buns' comfortably sleeping, all quite small, but very pale and round bundles, their little faces nearly identical. If not for the tags on their tiny feet, it would indeed be hard to tell them apart.
When Qin Xiangnuan woke up, it was already the next day.
She opened her eyes, still somewhat confused as she looked around. Follow current novels on novel★fire.net
White ceilings, white walls, and the smell of disinfectant—it was the hospital.
She instinctively placed her hand on her stomach, finding her belly gone, where were her goods, her little buns in her belly? Then, only belatedly, she began to gradually become alert—seemingly, during the night, she had felt a pain in her belly, had eaten a bowl of noodles, and then Jian Zhiqing had brought her here, and then she nearly fainted from the pain, faintly, she heard the sound of the babies crying.
"Awake?" The man's pleasant voice carried a slight huskiness.
Very familiar, familiar enough to make her want to cry.
Then, a large hand was placed on her forehead; she opened her eyes to see the man sitting in front of her, as always, the last time she was hit in the head by Qin Guohua, the first person she saw when she opened her eyes was him, and now it was the same.
She seemed to understand.
In this moment in time, she had met him.
Just so, he came, just right, she was also here, not too early, not too late, right at this moment.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else?" Jian Zhiqing asked worriedly, "Why aren't you speaking? Is it really uncomfortable somewhere?"
"No problem," Qin Xiangnuan felt her throat dry, speaking was uncomfortably hoarse.
Jian Zhiqing hurriedly poured her a cup of warm water to drink. Qin Xiangnuan had a natural birth, although she had three, her delivery was quite smooth, no injuries, and being young, she recovered quickly. After a day of rest, she was basically all right.