When Si Er saw that the expression on Yuran's face was becoming more and more painful, she stepped forward and patted Bo Yan on the shoulder, "Let go of her, let her lie down, she's feeling terrible."
In his panic, Bo Yan carefully laid Yuran on the bed. Yuran tried hard to make her expression look more normal, in an effort to ease Bo Yan's worries.
But the pain of childbirth is truly unbearable, as if being torn apart bit by bit.
She was drenched in sweat, her complexion pale, her lips turning purple.
Bo Yan's hands trembled as he paced anxiously beside her, "Si Er, you must think of something quickly."
With a calm face, Si Huang looked silently at Bo Yan, "Right now, Yuran cannot choose. The decision rests in your hands, cesarean or natural birth?"
Bo Yan pressed his lips tightly together, "What's the difference?"
Si Er replied, "Giving birth is never easy. No matter which option you choose, it will be suffering for Yuran."
Bo Yan was silent...
