My Previous Fraternal Twins

At the same time, Tang Wanrou, who had little strength, suddenly felt angry when he heard Mozi Chen say so.

She said unhappily, "can't I compare with an unborn child in your eyes?"

Mo Zichen stared at her somewhat puzzled and asked, "why do you say that? Don't you want our children to be good?"

Tang Wanrou was unhappy and said, "no, I just feel that you care about my life and death."

"I don't think so. Mom Zhang will come later. Let's wait until she comes, or if you want to have a caesarean section, you can have a caesarean section." Mo Zichen was helpless to face Tang Wanrou's sudden anger.

"I'd better go along. Anyway, you don't care about my life and death." Tang Wanrou said angrily.

One side of the doctor also reluctantly explained: "now the medical level is advanced. No matter what kind of birth method is used, it is very safe, so don't worry."

"Then go with it." Tang Wanrou lay displeased on her hospital bed.

The doctor looked back and Mo Zichen asked, "what do you want? If you are going to have a caesarean section, you have to go downstairs."

"Listen to her." Mo Zichen said gently.

"Natural labor, isn't it? When you have pain once every three minutes, I'll come over to check the uterine orifice and give you anesthetic. If there is any problem, press the bell at the head of the bed." the doctor asked in a warm voice.

Mo Zichen looked at Tang Wanrou lying on the bed, looked back and said to the doctor, "OK, please."

Then the doctor turned and went out. Before leaving, he didn't forget to look at them and sighed secretly.

After the doctor went out, Tang Wanrou's anger remained unabated.

Mo Zichen stepped forward, sat by her bed and comforted, "I know you are wronged now. I can't give you a good life, but I promise you that I will be double good to you in the future."

Tang Wanrou knew how to look for the ladder. With a little anger on her face, she sat up by one side of the bed.

Said with a smile, "I was too anxious just now. I just couldn't control what I said. Don't take it to heart."

Mo Zichen nodded slightly, took her in his arms and said, "it hurts?"

Tang Wanrou was slightly stunned. After a moment, the smile on his face was deeper; "Well, it hurts. It's so hard to have children."

She paused for a moment and said, "I knew I wouldn't give you a baby."

Although he said so, Tang Wanrou still had a sweet smile on her face.

Mo Zichen sneered, "it's too late now."

Just as they were talking, the door of the ward was opened from the outside.

The person who came in was the master mother of Mohism. They were slightly surprised.

Then Mozi Chen got up and shouted, "Mom, how did you come back?"

"Don't say so much, how's the child?" the master mother of Mohism asked anxiously.

"It's OK, but it's a little painful." Mo Zichen explained.

The master mother of Mohism looked back at Tang Wanrou and said faintly, "this is normal. Just bear it."

Tang Wanrou collected her surprise from her face and said in a warm voice; "Yes, I know."

At the same time, the pain in Tang Wanrou's lower abdomen came again. She subconsciously grabbed the quilt next to the tight fitting and clenched her teeth.

Mo Zichen, who was on the side, asked the master mother of the Mohist school with some worry: "Mom, did you hurt so much when you gave birth to me?"

The master mother of Mohism looked slightly warm.