Chapter 1288: Finale 2

You don’t fear life and death that haven’t arrived yet… but that sharp, tearing pain is enough to make anyone’s heart shudder.

“Brother Donglin… I want a C-section, I don’t want a natural birth… I don’t want to keep hurting like this… sob sob sob… really, I just want a C-section…”

“Okay, okay, okay, we’ll do a C-section then… we’ll definitely do a C-section… Xixi, whatever you say, we’ll do… don’t be scared, don’t be scared, I’m here, I’ll stay by your side every second… you can absolutely rest assured…”

“I can’t bear to leave you… Brother Donglin… sob sob sob… all of a sudden I don’t want to leave you at all anymore… you can’t leave me either, okay? I’m begging you, you have to stay with me…”

That was a given.

He was going to stay with her no matter what.

But because of this special kind of fragility and fear, pity rose in his heart.

In that moment, she was unimaginably timid, unimaginably fragile, clutching his hand in a death grip, as if he had already become her only support in this world.

In her whole life, she had never been this scared before!

The distance was short, yet it felt like they walked for a very, very long time.

At last, they reached the hospital.

The maternity ward was full of people coming and going.

In the private room, it slowly quieted down.

At the instant when the doctors and nurses gathered around, Yan Xixi suddenly felt as if a heavy load had been lifted.

Very soon, the operating room door opened, then closed again.

Wan Donglin followed, extremely anxious: “Doctor, is a C-section dangerous?”

The doctor smiled. “Don’t worry, this kind of surgery is very, very routine. It’s very safe. Besides, Mr. Wan, you can watch the whole thing from the designated viewing area.”

Wan Donglin, without hesitation, went in immediately.

The operating room door shut, completely.

By then, the anesthetic had already been injected, and they’d given her a pain-control device, but Yan Xixi was still conscious. She actually kept her eyes open, yet gradually her awareness grew more and more blurry…

But Wan Donglin on the side could see everything clearly.

It was a routine surgery, something the doctors did every day, and everyone’s attitude was relaxed. Only the family members of the women giving birth were worried sick.

How terrifying—this was a knife they were using.

Finally, in the midst of his own shock and dread, he saw the knife go in. The doctor’s movements were practiced and swift, like reaching into a bag and pulling something out. But the sweat on Wan Donglin’s forehead was the size of beans…

It was too terrifying; unless you see it with your own eyes, you’ll never know how thrilling and nerve-racking that scene is.

A woman, because of her innate physiological disadvantage, has to endure a cut like this as if it’s the most normal thing in the world.

Putting aside whether it’s dangerous or not, that scar will stay forever on her snow-white belly; from now on, she’ll never be able to wear a bikini again.

Of course, she’d barely worn bikinis before anyway, and she never cared.

Besides, nothing in this world is absolute; who can guarantee there isn’t the slightest bit of risk?

Two or three months of constant vomiting, five or six months of exhaustion and listlessness, swollen legs, figure ruined, unable to work during the breastfeeding period, losing precious economic and career opportunities… and then a knife cutting into the belly (uterus) on top of all that—this is the law of nature God has ordained that makes women inevitably weaker than men.

Don’t talk to him about equality; if you ignore the biological differences and insist on talking about “gender equality” with men, you’re either scheming or as stupid as a pig.

He thought, if he ever again hears some man nagging on and on about how a woman spent a bit of his money, he’ll definitely spit hard right in his face: “If you’re so unconvinced, then you try taking a knife to your own belly too…”