N-M Chapter 317 Outside the delivery room, Lin Zhou was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
Chapter 317 Outside the delivery room, Lin Zhou was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
The heavy, soundproof door of the operating room closed coldly and hard. At the end of the pristine white corridor, a red indicator light, symbolizing the progress of the surgery, lit up like an anxiously beating heart.
The oppressive heaviness created by the extreme stillness was like a massive tsunami, instantly swallowing up all the breathing sounds in the corridor.
Lin Zhou stood straight outside the door. His domineering godfather aura, which was usually enough to make the global financial world feel suffocated, seemed to be stripped away by some tyrannical force the moment the red light turned on.
At this point, he was no longer the godfather of Chinese pop music who could turn the world upside down with a flick of his wrist.
He was just an ordinary, anxious, and even somewhat disheveled husband and father.
Lin Zhou began pacing back and forth in the not-so-spacious corridor.
His pace was so fast that the sound of his black handmade leather shoes clicking on the smooth marble floor was short and extremely rhythmic.
Because of his excessively fast pace, his body even left a blurry afterimage in that open area due to the refraction of light caused by the extreme brightness.
"Young master, please sit down and rest for a while. Madam is very lucky; the doctor said this is a normal sign of premature labor."
Old Chen carefully stepped forward and whispered words of comfort.
Lin Zhou seemed not to hear at all; his gaze was fixed on the edge of the operating room door, his fingertips digging into his palms from extreme tension.
"Old Chen, you don't understand."
Lin Zhou's voice was shockingly hoarse, carrying a strong sense of self-reproach.
"I shouldn't have brought her to Los Angeles."
"I should have kept her in the Western Hills Fortress, where I have laid out the most advanced defenses."
"If it weren't for that damn phonograph trophy, she should be sunbathing in the garden right now, instead of suffering on that cold operating table."
Lin Zhou punched the wall in frustration, making a dull thud.
His deep, black-hole-like eyes were now filled with intense regret and heartbreak.
He possesses a system, money, and the power that most people on this planet dream of.
But when faced with Su Qingge's intense, intense, intense labor pains, he found that all his powerful trump cards paled in comparison to that sacred life.
Old Chen sighed and looked at his young master with tender eyes.
"Young master, this is not your fault. Madam wanted to personally bring back the glory and give it to the child."
"With her personality, if you don't let her come, she will have extreme regrets for the rest of her life."
"With today's advanced medical technology and the treatment you gave your wife, there will definitely be no problems."
As he spoke, Old Chen deftly took a bottle of warm purified water from the sterile trolley next to him.
Lin Zhou took the water bottle, but even the slightest movement of unscrewing it seemed stiff.
He looked up at the blinding white light on the ceiling, his mind filled with the image of Su Qingge calling his name weakly, her face covered in cold sweat.
The images were like sharp, fine needles, cruelly piercing his heart repeatedly.
"System! Say it again, are there any hidden risks associated with Su Qingge's current indicators?"
Lin Zhou roared furiously in his sea of consciousness.
[Ding! System deep monitoring in progress...]
[Because the mother had previously taken "postpartum recovery pre-treatment medication," her maternal functions are stable, and she is currently undergoing the final stage of expansion.]
[The fetus showed strong vitality, and all data are currently within a safe and controllable range.]
Upon hearing the system's reply, Lin Zhou's heart, which had been pounding in his throat, slowly returned to his chest.
But he still couldn't calm himself down.
The physiological anxiety caused by his extreme concern made him pace restlessly around the bench.
He even started to make outrageous plans in his mind.
If the child is too naughty when he comes out later and makes Qingge suffer for even a minute longer, he will definitely give the kid a good whack on the bottom.
"You little rascal of the Lin family, if you dare to make your mother suffer, we'll have a serious feud."
As Lin Zhou walked, he spoke in a domineering low voice.
The air in the corridor was still cold.
Occasionally, a few nurses would pass by with hurried steps, and the wind they stirred up made Lin Zhou feel a violent, nervous spasm.
Just as Lin Zhou was about to grind a noticeable groove into the marble floor in that area.
A warm, small hand, carrying a fresh milky scent, gently yet firmly grasped the hem of his slightly wrinkled suit trousers.
Lin Zhou's frantic pace abruptly stopped in place due to this slight pulling force.
He slowly lowered his head.
Beneath her slightly disheveled hair, etched with anxiety, lay Nuonuo's delicate face, now etched with a solemnity.
Nuonuo tilted her head back, and the tears of fear that had been welling up in her big, dark, grape-like eyes had disappeared.
Instead, there is an extreme perseverance born from a strong sense of family responsibility.
"dad."
The little guy's voice was soft, yet it carried an extreme sense of calm that was enough to penetrate Lin Zhou's chaotic mind at that moment.
"Dad, stop walking around like that, you're hurting the ground."
Nuonuo imitated Lin Zhou's usual tone. Although her voice still had a distinctly childish quality, her eyes were clear.
Lin Zhou squatted down and, feeling somewhat exhausted, held his daughter's small shoulders.
"Nuonuo, are you scared?"
Nuonuo shook her head vigorously, then gently reached out her little hand and touched Lin Zhou's furrowed brows.
"Daddy, don't be afraid, Nuonuo is a big sister now."
"When my younger siblings are born, if Dad is busy taking care of Mom, Nuonuo will obediently go and take care of them."
"Nuonuo would tell them stories and share her favorite strawberry gummies with them."
"Mom must have been inside telling Dad to wait outside quietly and not to argue."
Listening to his daughter's healing and innocent logic, Lin Zhou's violent aura, which was originally caused by extreme anxiety, mysteriously disappeared by most of it.
He pulled Nuonuo into his arms and took a deep breath of her comforting scent.
"Okay, Daddy's not in a hurry. Daddy will listen to Nuonuo."
Lin Zhou's previously tense shoulders slowly slumped down. He held his daughter and sat down on the bench opposite the operating room, feeling both dejected and at peace.
The father and daughter stared quietly at the door.
The extreme, profound stillness in the corridor, born of the arrival of life, seemed sacred at this moment.
Old Chen stood aside, watching this heartwarming scene, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Just as Lin Zhou's emotions had calmed down a little bit...
"Wow--!"
A clear, loud cry, even with a hint of domineering, violently pierced through the heavy operating room door.
Lin Zhou seemed to have been struck by a high-voltage electric current, and he suddenly jumped up from the bench.
"Did she give birth?"
"Daddy! Is it a little brother?"