Sweet Nostalgia of the 80s-Chapter 1393: Restless

The world inside the delivery room is a world of collective suffering.

Several expectant mothers are in pain, moaning, experiencing the agony of becoming a mother.

No matter how great you are, no matter how many achievements you’ve made, here, like all expectant mothers, you must endure the struggle that the birth of a new life brings to the mother.

Outside the delivery room, in the corridor, is a world of torment.

Waiting for the birth of a new life is a bittersweet process, and Qin Jian was enduring this very process.

Similarly enduring are many soon-to-be fathers.

At that time, Ning Yibin finally arrived, after spending a whole day on an inspection trip out of town, he rushed here nonstop.

"Has An Hao gone in?"

Seeing her husband finally arrive, Zhang Yun, knowing he was busy with work, still couldn’t help but reproach him, "What time is it? It’s the middle of the night! When our son was born, you didn’t arrive until he was born. Now that our grandson is being born, you only get here in the middle of the night."

"I also wanted to come earlier. It’s just beyond my control," Ning Yibin said helplessly.

"Mom, don’t scold dad. It’s not his fault," Qin Jian understood the helplessness typical of a military man.

"Hmph. Let me tell you, I absolutely won’t let my grandson be a soldier. One by one, none of you even care for your family!" Zhang Yun said gruffly.

Although she herself had once been a soldier, she now felt more helpless, the kind of helplessness that comes from being a military wife, and the mother of a soldier.

"Not be a soldier? That’s definitely not okay! What kind of man doesn’t serve in the military?" Ning Yibin, proud and proud as a soldier himself, also hoped his descendants would carry arms to defend their homeland.

It was a very glorious thing!

"No military service!" The bitterness of it all, Zhang Yun understood better than anyone, she hoped her grandchildren could live peaceful, stable lives.

"You don’t get to decide..."

In the midst of their bickering, constantly, mothers came out of the delivery room.

A nurse called out at the door, "Liu Xuehua has given birth, mother and daughter are safe."

Less than an hour later, another birth occurred.

"Zhang Shuying has given birth, mother and son are safe."

"Li Erni, who is Li Erni’s husband? Come quickly to sign, the mother is bleeding heavily..."

Such news made Qin Jian restless and anxious.

Zhang Yun was also extremely anxious, "How many hours has it been? Three hours? Why isn’t it over yet? It’s killing me."

"Don’t worry, worrying won’t help. Just be patient a little longer," Ning Yibin said.

Although he was also very anxious, he had seen many life and death situations in his life and had experienced many hardships. At this moment, he appeared very calm on the surface.

Inside the delivery room, An Hao kept pushing hard as instructed by the doctor.

A lot of time had passed, and the baby’s head still couldn’t come out. Seeing that the contractions were starting to weaken, further delay might suffocate and cause oxygen deprivation to the baby.

It’s difficult for a first-time mother to give birth, but An Hao’s case was particularly tough.

"The baby’s position isn’t quite right," the doctor said. "It’s head is tilted, making it difficult to come out."

"If it really comes to it... just... make an incision..." An Hao said weakly.

The use of this technique wasn’t particularly common in the eighties; some people hadn’t even heard of it.

"The baby’s head is adjusting itself, no worries!" the doctor reassured An Hao. "Don’t be afraid. You still have contractions, just follow my directions, hold your breath and push hard."