I quickly inquired about the pregnant woman’s condition and immediately furrowed my brows.
“Get into the operating room quickly and prepare for a cesarean section.”
Upon entering the operating room, the pregnant woman’s condition was indeed critical, and the fetus was at risk of suffocation at any moment.
The pregnant woman was almost drenched in sweat, her voice trembling and weak as she asked, “Doctor… how is my baby?”
I paused for a moment and then told her the truth: “The fetus is hypoxic and at risk of suffocation at any time.”
I quickly asked, “In this situation, we need the family’s signature. Where are your family members?”
The pregnant woman tightly pursed her pale lips, enduring the pain in her throat, and her eyes turned red: “I came alone, I don’t have any family…”
Although I didn’t understand, I could see she had some unspeakable reasons.
Perhaps remembering my own experience of being so isolated and helpless, I only hesitated for a moment, and
then said:
“Then you sign it yourself.”
I held the trembling hand of the pregnant woman and helped her write her name together.
Although the handwriting was trembling and illegible, the power of choosing one’s own destiny burst in my heart at
this moment.
Fortunately, the surgery went smoothly, and the baby was born safely, with both mother and child out of danger.
When I walked out of the operating room, I finally saw two family members arriving late.
“Doctor, how is Honey?” One of the men asked urgently, “Has the baby been born? Is it a boy?”
The other older woman also asked, “Is the baby healthy?”
“Wouldn’t it be better if it were a boy?”
I listened to their questions one after another, and my eyebrows furrowed deeper and deeper.
The most dangerous and difficult time for the pregnant woman, they were not by her side, and now the first thing they cared about was the gender of the baby.
I didn’t answer their questions, but instead asked, “Where were you when the pregnant woman was taken into the operating room? Where were you when the family needed to sign?”
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Chapter 26
“Why are you blaming my son? He is the husband, isn’t he also a brother?”
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