Chapter 2181: Childbirth 1

Yun Ya was mentally prepared; she had weathered many storms and feared no tempest that might come, yet the daily torment of body and mind caused her to rapidly lose weight, and as her belly grew larger, even moving became difficult.

Yan Song watched, wishing he could bear the burden for Yun Ya, often distressed to the point of tears.

There was nowhere else to go; she lay in bed every day surrounded by a pile of machines, with a group of doctors and nurses attending to her, her blood pressure measured hourly, and an electrocardiogram taken every half-day. If any results showed abnormalities, it was a moment of earth-shattering alarm.

One could say Yun Ya walked a razor’s edge every minute; a single misstep would plunge her into the flames, and being shattered to pieces was considered a mild consequence. The worst was losing three lives.

As an excellent doctor herself, Yun Ya was fully aware of how perilous her condition was, but she never regretted or hesitated. If she could trade her life for two vibrant lives, her rebirth would be worthwhile, yet she would never allow such a thing to happen.

She was resolute on bringing her children into the world and watching them grow up, not even the heavens would dare take her life.

Later, Hui De again suggested that Yun Ya should go abroad; Zhuang Xiyue agreed, but Yun Ya’s difficulty in moving made traveling overseas not so easy. Zhuang Xiyue arranged for a private jet to solve the issue.

Zhang Huasheng also advised that if better medical facilities were available abroad, she should try them. Although adept in traditional Chinese medicine, he felt that performing a cesarean was best left to specialists. He would remain by her side until she safely gave birth.

With her seven-month belly now protruding, her skin stretched, veins bulging frightfully, she worried about losing balance when walking, but Yan Song never let her set foot on the ground; wherever they went, his strong arms held Yun Ya close, his broad shoulders creating a safe haven for her.

Before departing, Yun Ya met with Chang Hong to ask him to handle a matter. Soon after, they boarded a plane heading overseas.

It proved worthy of being the top private hospital worldwide with excellent conditions; well-equipped facilities were all available, and outside the window lay a vast sea of flowers, swaying gently like a painted forest amidst the breeze, breathtakingly beautiful.

Dr. Huide was also very responsible, frequently visiting Yun Ya, and arranged for a caregiver named Nisha to look after her. Nisha was quite young, her skin characteristic of Westerners, fair and unblemished; freckles dotted her face without detracting from her appearance, her smile shy and lovely.

Zhuang Xiyue quite liked the young girl and often chatted with her. Fluent in eight languages, Zhuang Xiyue could thrive in any country worldwide.

Zhuang Xiyue particularly reminded Hui De about Yun Ya’s unique blood type, urging early preparation. Hui De had already made preparations, but given its rarity and uniqueness, even drawing from global blood banks might fall short in emergencies. Thus, Hui De suggested Zhuang Xiyue seek individuals with this blood type and maintain them for unforeseen needs.

Zhuang Xiyue seemed to suddenly realize, pondering why she hadn’t thought of it sooner?

The search was about to begin, and she dispatched people to locate those with the rare blood type, but such a task was far easier said than done; execution faced tremendous difficulty, and a week passed without results.

Upon hearing this, Yun Ya laughed and said: “Mom, there’s no need for you to worry, I’ve already made arrangements long ago.”

Zhuang Xiyue looked at Yun Ya in surprise: “You’ve found the right people?”

Yun Ya smiled faintly: “Just planning ahead.”

Yun Ya shifted slightly, attempting to change her posture; even such simple movements were exceedingly difficult for her now, Zhuang Xiyue hurriedly supported her.

“Be careful, with such a big belly, just looking at it makes me anxious.”

Yun Ya had grown accustomed to it, laughing lightly: “Mom, I’m not that fragile.”

“Don’t take it lightly; you don’t know how serious the doctors are saying it is. I’ve been worrying constantly, not having a good night’s sleep, fretted to the point my hair turned white.” Zhuang Xiyue complained, tugging at her hair in worry.

Yun Ya chuckled: “Doctors are afraid of responsibility, always emphasizing the severity. Once cured, families think it’s the doctor’s skill that saved them, grateful rather than concerned. As a doctor, I understand this better than anyone.”

“You…” Zhuang Xiyue glared at her, like iron yet unable to turn to steel, her voice filled with fondness and concern rather than reproach.

Such warm and loving eyes… Yun Ya lowered her gaze, her heart enveloped in gentle warmth and gratitude.