Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
It was winter. Lu Zhaoyang and Huo Chen had been in the U.S. for nine months.
Outside the delivery room of Washington’s top maternity hospital, Huo Chen was pacing back and forth anxiously.
The most fundamental quality of a soldier was to stay calm in any situation. But now, Huo Chen was sweating in his palms.
It was said that labor was the most trying moment for a woman; it was akin to walking through the valley of death. This thought was making him uneasy. “Yang Yang, hang in there!” Huo Chen quietly wished.
Eight hours had passed. Finally, Huo Chen heard a faint cry inside the delivery room. The baby was born.
Huo Chen bounced up from the chair and waited anxiously at the door. It did not take long before the delivery room door was pushed open as the blond nurse carried the little thing out from inside.
Huo Chen quickly took a glance. As expected, the baby was full of wrinkles, skin red, but had thick black hair. He then hurriedly looked into the delivery room and asked in English, “How is the mother doing?”
“Everything went well. She is too tired and has fallen asleep.” After that, several nurses pushed Lu Zhaoyang out from the room.
Huo Chen followed suit and saw her face blushed, hair was drenched in sweat. “You have done well.” He gently wiped the sweat from her forehead.
Lu Zhaoyang fell asleep and was unaware that the nurses were sending her to the operating theater downstairs instead of her ward.
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The ward was quiet. Lu Zhaoyang finally woke up. As soon as she opened her eyes, she reached to touch her belly subconsciously. “Where is the baby?” she sounded frail.
“The baby is healthy.” Huo Chen saw her reaction and could not help but laugh. He helped her up to lean on the headboard. “Are you tired?”
Lu Zhaoyang shook her head and stroked her belly, which had now turned into a flat tire. She felt a little at a loss.
“Chen, have you seen the baby, is it healthy? Boy or girl? Does it look like me or… him?” Lu Zhaoyang suddenly paused and then held his arm anxiously.
“It is a boy. He cries loudly and looks full of beans. But since he has just been born, he still looks like a wrinkled little monkey.” Huo Chen patiently answered her questions. “The nurse is feeding him now, and she will bring him here in a bit.”
“As long as he is healthy.” Lu Zhaoyang breathed a sigh of relief and slowly let go of his hand. She was a mother now.
“Come here, eat something. You need to regain your strength.” Huo Chen took the hot porridge in his hands.
Lu Zhaoyang was exhausted now, and she was surprisingly hungry. She had to fill her stomach and regain her strength only then she could hold her baby.
Just then, she suddenly felt something was wrong with her eyes. Her left eye was covered with gauze. “What is happening here?”
“One thing that I have never told you is that we found a suitable cornea two months ago. Unfortunately, it could only be transplanted to one of your eyes. Since you were pregnant then, the transplantation had to be postponed until after the delivery.”
“Really?” For Lu Zhaoyang, it was good news. After living in darkness for so long, she had given up. So, as long as she could still see a glimmer of light, it was already a God-sent gift.