Mr. Lu, the World’s Sweetest Man

She remembered that she was about to give birth to a baby before, was sent to the hospital, and then in the operating room, was given anesthetics, and then she could not remember a little.

How is the baby? Is the baby born? These are all questions entangled in her heart.

She faintly heard the baby's cry and then woke up.

Chu Rufeng hurriedly sat down and shook her hand: "Aunt Liang and I are here early in the morning."

"Where is the baby? Where is my baby?" Li Qingchen asked anxiously.

"In Aunt Liang's hands, the baby was born. He is a boy. He is healthy and there is no problem at all." Chu Rufeng said, with a smile in his voice.

Hearing this, Li Qingchen tried to open his tired eyes. Aunt Liang came forward with a smile and handed the child to her.

A child appeared in Li Qingchen's sight. The child was squinting and his mouth moved. It looked so small, just a tiny bit bigger.

But it's so cute. In Li Qingchen's eyes, there is no cuter child in the world, and there is nothing like this that can make her happy.

She wants to sit up.

"In the morning, the doctor said you had a C-section, and you can't sit up yet. Let's rest in bed today. I will take care of the child and it will be fine." Aunt Liang said immediately.

"Well," Li Qingchen did not have much energy.

She gave birth smoothly at first, but because the amniotic fluid was muddy and the fetus was in danger, she changed to a cesarean section, so now she has no strength all over, and the wound is particularly painful.

Only by looking at the baby did the emotion on her face change from exhaustion to laughter.

Baby, that's her baby.

From then on, she has become a mother and has her own children, and she can form a family with the baby.

Home, that was the word she had longed for for more than 20 years. Now that she has a baby, she feels complete.

"In the morning, would you like to drink some soup first?" Aunt Liang asked.

Chu Rufeng hurriedly poured the soup out of the thermos on the side, and said, "Early morning, now that the baby is born, you can finally feel at ease?"

"Yes." Li Qingchen nodded.

Facing the soup that Chu Rufeng brought, she still had no appetite, and shook her head.

"In the morning, drink a little, otherwise, you won't even have the strength to hug the baby." Chu Rufeng persuaded.

Li Qingchen barely took a sip, because the wound was so painful that she had to lie down again.

Chu Rufeng gently supported her, trying to help her get up and drink some more. After all, Li Qingchen shook her head. She was too tired and too painful. Even if she tried to force her, she couldn't hold it.

Now that the baby has been born smoothly, she really wants to close her eyes and take a good rest.

Aunt Liang said in a low voice: "Rufeng, forget it, don't force the morning. She is really too tired."

Chu Rufeng had no choice but to forget, and said, "Then early in the morning, you should rest first, and then call me if you have anything. Or if you are hungry, we will eat."

He looked at Aunt Liang again: "Is there anything I can help?"

Aunt Liang didn't need his help, so she said, "Just stay with you in the morning. I will hold the baby by myself."

While talking, a middle-aged woman dressed very neatly walked in and said, "Is this Li Qingchen's ward?"

"Yes, are you?" Aunt Liang asked.

"I am the confinement wife here. A gentleman hired me to take care of the mother and child. You can call me sister Chen."