"Little Chen is so good. By the way, why don’t you pick a na for one of them? Even a nickna would work."
"Let’s call him Huanhuan."
Qin Miaomiao: .....
"That’s a panda’s na!"
"Oh, then Xixi?"
"..."
At this mont, Lu Qing walked in from outside. As soon as he saw Qin Miaomiao, his brows furrowed.
This had beco his signature expression. As the due date approached, he grew increasingly anxious.
"Honey, you’re back."
"Mm."
"Co here, let hug you."
Lu Qing cooperatively walked over, but her belly was too big—it was practically impossible to hug her properly. Alright, she’s just too heavy; it really can’t be done.
"Are you behaving?"
Little Chen’s mouth moved, wanting to bring up how she almost fainted again today, but after receiving her glare, he swallowed the words.
"Yes, I’m being good, very good."
"Good, that’s what I want to hear. I’m going to discuss sothing with Ninth Uncle."
"Alright."
He went to find Mr. Jiu, who was practicing calligraphy. However, the ink had smudged everywhere, and he hadn’t managed to write a single character.
"What did the doctor say?"
"She’ll need to have an early C-section. It won’t wait until the due date. After thirty weeks, she’ll have to be admitted for preparation. But..."
His brows knitted tightly.
"But what?"
"The risks remain high."
Mr. Jiu slamd the brush down on the table in agitation!
"They’re all a bunch of quacks! Didn’t we hire the best doctors in the world?"
"We did, but even after discussions, there’s still significant risk."
The human body can be so fragile—susceptible to unforeseen complications that no one, no matter how skilled, can guarantee against. Not even the most powerful people are exempt.
Even with the world’s leading obstetricians, all they can do is slightly reduce the level of danger.
"When is the C-section scheduled?"
"In two months. But—"
Mr. Jiu interrupted irritably, "But what?"
"It’s doubtful that Miao Miao’s body can hold out for two months."
Carrying triplets, her physical resilience was far from adequate. Deep down, she knew this herself but never wanted to show it. She didn’t want anyone to worry.
"She nearly fainted again today. If soone hadn’t kept an eye on her, who knows what could have happened."
She’d been standing fine just monts earlier, but suddenly dropped to the ground. Thankfully, Little Sixth had quick reflexes and managed to catch her.
It took over an hour before she fully regained her composure.
Her belly was enormous, but apart from that, she’d grown significantly thinner—alarming anyone who saw her.
Yet to avoid worrying others, she’d still crack jokes.
But no one could forget her words: if anything were to happen, make sure to save the children.
As the delivery date approached, it felt like they were inching closer to death.
That fear hung over everyone like a sword suspended above their heads—psychologically excruciating.
Even individuals capable of changing the course of events couldn’t necessarily alter this grim reality.
That night, Qin Miaomiao could only sleep on her left side because of her large belly. But after lying in that position for too long, her body felt tired.
Lu Qing lay beside her, alert to the slightest noise or movent, ready to wake at any mont.
"What’s wrong?"
"Leg cramps."
"I’ll massage them for you."
Her legs cramped multiple tis throughout the night, and the swelling was so bad they didn’t even look like legs anymore. anwhile, her upper body had beco painfully thin—starved and gaunt.
"Does it still hurt?"
Of course, leg cramps were uncomfortable, but she gritted her teeth and refused to admit it. Instead, she laughed lightly:
"It’s alright. Did I wake you up?"
"What are you talking about? That’s such an outsider’s thing to say."
"Hey, tell , why is it that other people have such an easy ti with pregnancy, and for , it’s this hard? Is Heaven doing this on purpose? Am I just not likable?"
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