350 Formless
Selma Payne’s POV:
In the face of my repeated insistence, Aldrich finally wavered. After I ntioned my child and my safety, he finally agreed to help my father.
Before he left, he called my phone and put it next to the bed, saying, “I’ll keep an eye on the situation here. If there’s any accident, I swear I’ll co back as soon as possible, okay?”
I didn’t have the strength to speak anymore. I nodded randomly as I watched Aldrich leave, turning back to look at with every step he took.
“Now, please tell us the current situation,” I told the dical staff.
Even though they looked as if everything was under their control, their slight panic didn’t escape my eyes. It was just that Aldrich was so concerned that he was confused and focused all his attention on . Otherwise, he would have exploded on the spot if he had realized that the dical staff mbers were acting abnormally.
“What?” I was shocked. “What’s the problem? The fetal position is not correct? Or is the child too big?”
As the dical staff’s representative, the attending gynecologist stood up and said after so hesitation, “The current situation is a little special, Your Highness. The worst-case scenario we’ve encountered is that the little prince has difficult labor due to unknown reasons.”
“What?” I was shocked. “What’s the problem? Is the fetal position not correct? Or is the child too big? We didn’t find any abnormalities during the prenatal examination!”
“The prenatal examination can’t take care of everything, and the birth process is even more unpredictable. Obviously, the attending doctor was picking his words as gently and harmless as possible. “It’s not a problem of the fetal position or body size, but... I have to admit that I’ve never seen such a situation in my forty years of operation. The little prince is not a human in the general sense. His body constantly transforms and reassembles, which is the root cause of difficult labor.”
My mind went blank for a mont. What was ‘transforming and reassembling’? Was I pregnant with a piece of plasticine?
A few seconds later, I reacted quickly. The intense pain in my lower body reminded that my child’s life and mine were on the verge of danger. “Can we do a C-section now?” I quickly made up my mind.
“It’ll take so ti to inject the anesthetic.”
“There’s no ti to wait for anesthesia.” I refused firmly. I couldn’t fall into a coma in such a dangerous environnt. I wouldn’t be able to fight back in the face of danger. “Just do it without.”
The doctor was dumbfounded. “That will be very, very, very painful. It might be a hundred tis more painful than the pain of labor.”
“It’s okay, co on.” I nodded. “There’s a cara in the room, and everything I say will be recorded. You won’t be held responsible for anything. Don’t worry.”
“I’m not afraid of taking responsibility, Your Highness.” The doctor still tried to persuade otherwise. “I’d like to suggest you think about it out of rigorous dical ethics.”
The pain increased again, and I interrupted him angrily, “Start the C-section now! Don’t talk nonsense! I’ll be cold when you’re done with your clichés!”
Seeing that I had already made up my mind, the doctor didn’t say anything else and imdiately ordered his team to prepare. I thought it was the first ti in his forty years of career that he had t such a tough pregnant woman. He quickly and cautiously made a few marks on my tight abdon and then reminded , “It’s about to begin, Your Highness.”
I nodded and prepared myself for the pain.
Even though I’d made up my mind, having my flesh and blood cut open was truly unpleasant. I’d already used up all my strength to gather my rationality and control New Flow to block the bleeding point. Even my wails were weak.
Perhaps after a minute or a hundred years, the baby in was finally removed. There was no sharp cry that a normal newborn would have. I couldn’t tell the difference between the limbs and the facial features of the constantly wriggling piece of at. It was as if the hospital made up the image I saw on the B-scan to play with .
It was the first ti I encountered such a strange situation. The doctors and nurses were at a loss on what to do with my child, not even the most basic examination. However, I could feel the vigorous vitality in his body. He didn’t have any health problems. He was just unable to form for so reason.
‘He’ was just a temporary pronoun. He did not have an assigned sex yet. I believed this was the ‘genderless’ nature of divine descendants that Master Mary ntioned.
“Just put him in the incubator,” I weakly commanded the dical staff. “He’s fine. I can feel it.”
The nurse carrying the child subconsciously followed my instructions and carefully placed him in the incubator.
The doctor sutured my wound, so I shouldn’t be able to get out of bed for three days. But I didn’t have the ti to lie in bed and drink soups. I urged New Flow to heal my wound quickly and ran out of the ward despite the dical staff’s attempts to stop .
I rembered to take my phone with before I left. Aldrich had been shouting at the top of his voice for god knows how long. I didn’t hear it at first, but later I pretended not to hear it.
“What’s the situation now?” I calmly ran toward the chaotic corner of the palace. “Who’s the attacker? How many people are there? What’s their level? Are the guards finding it difficult to resist?”
“You shouldn’t have done that, Selma!” Aldrich gave an irrelevant answer. “How can you gamble with your life?”
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