Su Zhiruan was now lying flat on the bed with her hips elevated. Seeing that both Grandpa Wen and Grandma Wen had also come, she put down the documents in her hand and comforted them, "Why have you two come too? It's still early. Why don't you rest a bit?"
"Giving birth is a big deal. If you feel uncomfortable or anything else, you must tell us," Grandma Wen tightly grasped Su Zhiruan's hand, with Qingyu standing on one side, while Grandpa Wen nervously asked the nurses questions everywhere.
The doctors and nurses hadn't delivered a baby in a long time. They walked around nervously, preparing for the task.
This was Qingyu's first time becoming a father. During Su Zhiruan's pregnancy, he had prepared a series of strategies, asked people about everything big and small, searched for information, and took tender care of her.
But now that the day had come, he was so nervous that his palms were sweating.
Eventually, Su Zhiruan, as the expectant mother, was the calmest one there.
