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The screen in the elevator flickered with real-time data monitoring the fetus's heartbeat. I tightly gripped Mao Yixuan's hand, my fingertips cold. The air felt stagnant, and the enemy's control made us feel trapped in an invisible cage.
"The hospital system is still recovering," Mao Yixuan said softly, his tone calm yet laced with anxiety. "But the situation is more complicated than we anticipated."
I clenched my teeth, my mind focused on a single thought: we must safely bring our child into this world.
A few hours later, we finally arrived at the hospital. The doctor confirmed that the fetus was not in immediate danger, but the monitoring data indicated that the heartbeat remained weak and required close observation.
The doctor led us into an office and handed us a new examination report. "The fetus's condition is more complicated than before; there are defects in heart development. If born prematurely, we may need to perform emergency surgery immediately."
"Surgery?" I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me, nearly unable to hold onto the cold report.
The doctor nodded. "Yes, to minimize risks, we will try to maintain the pregnancy until full term. But if the fetus shows signs of severe hypoxia, we must perform a Cesarean Section immediately and be prepared for resuscitation."
I looked at Mao Yixuan; his gaze showed no hesitation as he held my hand. "No matter how difficult it gets, we'll get through this together."
Once home, we both understood that this was not a simple decision but a commitment to life. I decided to completely set aside my work and focus on resting.
"I'll take care of everything at the company," Mao Yixuan said firmly. "From now on, your only task is to take good care of yourself and wait for our child to arrive safely."
Though countless worries lingered in my heart, his determination provided me with immense comfort.
My parents soon learned about the child's situation and rushed to our home. "Taking care of you and the baby is the most important thing," my mother said as she sat by my bedside, her warm hands stroking my forehead.
My father handed Mao Yixuan a detailed financial list. "This is some funding we've prepared for your child; it's not much, but we hope it helps."
Mao Yixuan accepted it solemnly, saying nothing more, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Mom and Dad." I watched from the side, my eyes welling up with tears.
In the days that followed, I felt as though I was counting down to an unknown fate. Each kick from the fetus seemed to remind me: I still have time; I must hold on.
However, facing an uncertain future, I was no longer just afraid. I began learning how to regulate my emotions and actively cooperate with treatment.
Mao Yixuan moved his office home to be with me. Every late night, when I couldn't sleep due to discomfort, he would sit by my bedside, gently stroking my back, reading to me or sharing amusing stories from the company.
Sometimes, I would catch him poring over parenting books, clumsily jotting down notes as if this task were more important than any business negotiation.
"Do you know?" one day he suddenly said with a smile, "I've never been this nervous before."
I smiled back at him. "That's what being a dad feels like."
However, the peaceful days didn't last long. One early morning, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my abdomen, cold sweat instantly soaking my body. I desperately called out to Mao Yixuan, "The baby... something's wrong..."
His expression changed immediately as he scooped me up and rushed downstairs. All the while, he dialed the hospital emergency number and held my hand tightly. "Hang in there; we're almost there."
The hospital lights were glaring and cold as the doctors wheeled me into the operating room. I heard them discussing in hushed tones, "The fetus is experiencing acute hypoxia; we must perform a Cesarean Section immediately."
"Please... save my baby..." I murmured weakly.
As the surgical lights turned on, my consciousness began to fade. In a daze, I seemed to catch a glimpse of my child—so small, yet fighting desperately in this world.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment. I had no idea how long the surgery lasted; I only remembered the final cry of the baby shattering all silence.
He survived.
When I awoke in the hospital bed, everything before me was still blurry. The weakness from just undergoing a Cesarean Section left me feeling utterly drained. I turned my head with great difficulty and saw Mao Yixuan sitting beside me, his expression complex as he held my hand tightly.
"How's the baby?" My voice was weak, almost inaudible.
Mao Yixuan looked down at me, his voice low and gentle. "The doctors are still trying to save him, but they said we should prepare ourselves."
My heart felt as if it had been suddenly squeezed tight, and I snapped awake. "Is he okay? Is something wrong?"
I struggled to walk out of the hospital room, with Mao Yixuan pushing me toward the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit.
During the hours of anxious waiting, my consciousness seemed to drift between reality and dreams. Just then, the doctor pushed open the door, his expression grave. Mao Yixuan immediately stood up, supporting my shoulder to give me some stability.
The doctor let out a sigh of relief. "The child is no longer in critical condition; everything is stable for now. However, there is a congenital defect in his heart that requires further surgery." His tone was calm, his gaze reflecting professional composure. "We have identified a type of congenital heart disease, but fortunately, it was detected in time. Although it is complex, we have a treatment plan and there is hope for a cure."
"How long will it take for him to fully recover?" Mao Yixuan asked in a low voice, his fingers tightening slightly.
The doctor handed us a detailed treatment plan. "He will need multiple surgeries and long-term treatment. However, if the treatment is successful, he can live like any other normal child."
"Where... where is he now?" I choked out, anxiety almost suffocating me.
"We have sent him to the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU) for close observation. If all goes well, he can undergo his first surgery in a few days," the doctor explained while handing us an initial treatment plan.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
My heart, which felt suspended in mid-air, eased slightly, but what followed was an endless sense of responsibility and worry. "Will... will he be in danger?" My voice trembled slightly from the tension.
The doctor nodded and handed us a detailed treatment plan. "He must undergo his first surgery as soon as possible. The chances of success are high, but we cannot overlook any risks. The recovery period over the next few months will be crucial."
I could barely stand upright; Mao Yixuan supported me and held me close. "We will do everything we can."
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