When the due date was forty weeks, Jian Qing's stomach had not moved.

Lu Huaiyu was worried, and the doctor also suggested that if he had not given birth yet, he would be hospitalized for observation first.

So Jian Qing was admitted to the hospital at the end of the 40th week of pregnancy.

The ward of Union Obstetrics and Gynecology Department is a single room, with care workers wearing purple clothes on call and providing free care and help to the mother.

Lu Huaiyu basically ran to the obstetrics and gynecology building whenever he had time, which made the nurses and doctors in the dentistry department ask him for something. If they couldn't see anyone in the ward and office, they knew that they could just call the inpatient department of the obstetrics and gynecology department and they would definitely find someone.

During the lunch break at noon, Lu Huaiyu ended his clinic and came to have lunch with Jian Qing.

The meal Jian Qing ate was a nutritious meal specially prepared for mothers by the hospital. It would be lighter and less greasy than the ones in the hospital canteen, but it was more nutritious.

Lu Huaiyu ate more and more, and the simple meals that were packed in a hurry in the cafeteria.

After lunch, he cleaned up the small table on the hospital bed for Jian Qing. He leaned against the sofa on the side, his black hair scattered casually to his forehead, his eyelids drooped, and his eyes were faintly blue, looking very uninspired.

Because Jian Qing was hospitalized, Lu Huaiyu has not returned home these days and slept directly on the sofa in the ward.

Jian Qing told him to go home and sleep several times and refused to sleep, even refused to let him go back to the doctor's lounge in the Dental Department Building.

How can a person with long hands and feet huddled on the sofa every day?

In addition, there was a series of car accidents on the highway in the middle of the night yesterday, and several patients were sent. The jaw surgery department was not in enough staff, so Lu Huaiyu was called back.

Jian Qing slept heavily at night and didn't know that he had left at all. The next day he woke up and listened to the obstetrics nurse mentioning it.

Lu Huaiyu did the surgery at night until early in the morning and continued the outpatient clinic during the day, and there was basically no time to close his eyes.

Jian Qing leaned on the hospital bed and saw his sleepy face. When she was at home, she didn't feel that she was staying in the hospital. She felt his busy work closer, and she couldn't even imagine how he used to squeeze out time to be with her.

Although he was so busy with work and had to take care of her, Jian Qing felt a little distressed and reached out and pushed him, "Do you want to come up and sleep for a while?"

Lu Huaiyu raised his head and looked at her. He seemed to be really sleepy and did not refuse. "Okay."

The bed in the single ward is not big, and it can barely sleep with two people, which is a bit crowded.

At noon, the patient and the nurse were resting. The door of the ward was closed, the corridor was very quiet, and there were only occasional slight footsteps outside.

Lu Huaiyu fell asleep with a pillow. Although he could stretch his legs when he moved to the bed, he was still lying on Jian Qing, afraid that he would squeeze her and the baby in his stomach. He slept honestly and only occupied a corner of the bed, so he could fall off after turning over.

Jian Qing lay on his side, not sleeping, but opened his eyes and stared at him, counting his clear eyelashes boredly.

During this period, he seemed to have lost a lot of weight, his face was more distinct and three-dimensional, his facial features were deep, and his jaw lines were deep.

The sunlight outside the window shone on his face, reflecting the addition of silver-white hair on his sideburns.

"..." Jian Qing stared at his temples in a daze, thinking that he had read it wrong for a moment.

I felt a little astringent in my heart, and I remember that he had no white hair before.

Although she suffered a lot during the entire pregnancy week, Lu Huaiyu always said that she worked hard, but he was also sad.

Thinking of this, the little guy in his stomach seemed to agree and kicked her up. A stinging feeling came, which was more intense than usual. Jian Qing subconsciously frowned and couldn't help but take a breath.

Although the sound was very light, it still woke Lu Huaiyu up.

He seemed to be conditioned reflex, and he keenly noticed a little bit of movement about her and suddenly opened his eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his tone of worry.

"..." Jian Qing took a long time to recover, "It's okay, he just kicked me."

Hearing this, Lu Huaiyu felt a little relieved, stroked her belly with her palm, and felt the existence of the little guy inside.

"Baby, you have to be obedient and don't kick your mother." He leaned closer to her stomach in a gentle voice.

Jian Qing looked serious when he looked like he was not born, and he couldn't help but find it funny.

But after he said that, the little guy really stopped moving and stayed in his stomach obediently, quietly and not making trouble for her again.

Jian Qing blinked and felt it was amazing. Even the voice of her speech became lighter, as if she was afraid of clamoring for the quiet baby.

"Why do you think he won't come out?"

Four days have passed since the due date. If there is no movement this week, you must take oxytocin. Jian Qing felt a little depressed when she thought about this, and always felt something was hanging in her heart, which was so uncomfortable.

Lu Huaiyu held his arm on the bed, reached out to sort out the broken hair on her face, stroked it behind her ears, and smiled softly, "Maybe it's because he lives in it so comfortable, so he can't bear to come out."

-

When the obstetrician and gynecologist came to check the rounds, he routinely did some examinations and asked a few questions, "Have you still not responded these days?"

Jian Qing said 'um', and there was no sign of a sudden death.

The obstetrician and gynecologist pursed his lips and said, "It's not the day after tomorrow, just take oxytocin."

Jian Qing was stunned, "Isn't it tomorrow?"

She remembered that the day she recommended after the doctor finished the examination was tomorrow.

The obstetrician and gynecologist smiled, "Dr. Lu said that it is your wedding anniversary and I don't want the baby to be born that day."

"Yes," she thought for a while, "if the baby was born that day, he would have to celebrate his birthday in the future. If he couldn't celebrate the anniversary, it would be better to diverge it."

"..." After hearing the obstetrician and gynecologist mention it, Jian Qing suddenly remembered that during this period, her attention was entirely on the baby in her belly, and she ignored what day tomorrow was.

The obstetrician and gynecologist is nearly fifty years old, and his daughter is about the same age as Jian Qing and is still studying for a graduate student.

Seeing Jian Qing, I couldn't help but think of her daughter, and a loving expression appeared on her face. As she spoke, she couldn't help but sigh, "I have delivered so many mothers, and I have never seen a husband who is more concerned about than Dr. Lu."

"If my daughter can meet half of him in the future, I will be satisfied." The obstetrician and gynecologist joked.

"..." Jian Qing's face was a little flushed when she heard others praise Lu Huaiyu in front of her. Although she was embarrassed, she still admitted frankly and directly, "He is really good."

Maybe the best person in the world to her.

After the obstetrician and gynecologist left, the single ward became quiet.

The afternoon sun was just right. Looking out from the window, there was a small garden in the hospital where patients could take breathable walks, full of greenery.

Jian Qing lightly lit the small table on the hospital bed, thinking about what wedding anniversary gifts should be prepared for Lu Huaiyu.

Because time is tight, she stayed in the hospital and couldn't go anywhere. The only gift she could think of was to return to her old business and draw a picture for him.

I remember the last time I drew him, it was a long time ago.

Fortunately, during the few days she was hospitalized, Lu Huaiyu was afraid that she would be bored, so he brought her the easel at home with all the paints and brushes.

Jian Qing thought about his face in his mind, and he described it little by little, as if he didn't need to think about it deliberately. His appearance had already been engraved with blood and naturally emerged along the sketch pen.

But she was pregnant and couldn't stand for a long time, nor could she sit for a long time. She had to rest for half an hour after drawing. And when Lu Huaiyu came to find her after get off work, she couldn't continue painting.

When Lu Huaiyu came in, Jian Qing just turned the drawing board over and blocked the painting. He lifted up his eyelids and looked over, but he saw nothing.

"What are you drawing?" He reached out and pulled loose his tie and asked casually.

Jian Qing lowered her head and pretended to rub the paint on her hands inadvertently, "I didn't draw anything, just pass the time."

Lu Huaiyu said lightly, "It's great, let the baby get artistic influence in advance, maybe he can be an artist in the future."

Jian Qing sneered, "Why don't you let him be a doctor like you?"

Lu Huaiyu fell into the sofa lazily, pinched her temples with two fingers, "It's not good to be a doctor, so forget it." When he got busy, he didn't even have time to spend with her.

Even if you want to take paternity leave, it is very difficult.

Before, Qin Yun gave birth and went to work until he was about to give birth. He came back to continue working halfway after the confinement period, not to mention his paternity leave, which has not been approved yet.

It’s not that he won’t give a approval, but that there is no way. He still has several patients with oral cancer, all of whom are waiting for the operation and can’t afford to delay it.

I could only barely change shifts with my colleague the day after tomorrow, and I could do a day's free time to keep Jian Qing's childbirth.

"..." Jian Qing stared at him, with exhaustion and helplessness on his face, walked to him and sat down, resting his head on his shoulder and rubbed it, "It's great to be a doctor, I like doctors."

I have never forgotten him when I saw him wearing a white coat and working hard.

Lu Huaiyu turned his face to look at her, his eyebrows and eyes softened, he raised his arms and brought her into his arms, and chuckled at his own heart.

the next day.

Lu Huaiyu left the ward to go to work. Not long after he left, the alarm clock set by Jian Qing also rang.

She opened her eyes in a daze, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and then slowly got up and continued the paintings she had not finished yesterday.

Just as I was drawing, my lower abdomen was a little uncomfortable.

At first, she didn't care much, thinking that she had been standing for a long time, so she lay back on the bed. As a result, the pain did not relieve it, but the pain felt stronger and stronger, and even involved breathing.

Lu Huaiyu took her to a childbirth training course organized by the hospital before, so he knew that she was about to give birth.

"..." Jian Qing rang the call bell and called the nurse.

After the nurse checked, "Oh, I'm going to give birth."

She looked around and found that there was no one else in the ward. "Where is your husband, call him and call him back."

Jian Qing endured the increasingly rapid contraction reaction and called Lu Huaiyu, but no one answered. He opened WeChat and saw the message he sent an hour ago.

-There is surgery in the morning and it will probably end before dinner.

Every time Lu Huaiyu had to have surgery and couldn't contact him, he would call her in advance and told her that she probably thought she was still sleeping and was afraid of disturbing her, so she only sent a WeChat message.

"..." Jian Qing suppressed his fear and could only send him a message, not knowing when he could see it.
To be continued...