Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby!-Chapter 91: Safe Delivery! My Wife Gave Birth to Twins!
Inside the delivery room.
Dean Wu tightly held down Gu Yanshen’s arm, with veins bulging on the back of his hand.
"Gu Yanshen! You’ve lost your mind! What you’re doing is suicide!"
The nurse held the needle, her hands trembling so much that she couldn’t get it into the vein.
"Mr. Gu... Please... If you draw any more blood, it could kill you..."
Gu Yanshen lay on the blood donation chair, his lips devoid of any color.
He didn’t look at Dean Wu; his gaze pierced through the wall toward the direction of the operating room next door.
With a hoarse voice, he said, "Do it."
The voice was soft, yet carried an unquestionable command.
Dean Wu was so angry that his chest heaved violently.
"Do you think you’re made of iron? 800cc! Do you think that’s just water? This is suicide for you!"
Gu Yanshen slowly turned his head and looked at Dean Wu.
"I said it."
"If she dies, I won’t live either."
All of Dean Wu’s words got stuck in his throat in an instant.
At that moment.
"Bang!"
The door to the delivery room was suddenly slammed open from the outside.
The commander rushed in like a gust of wind, with Wang Xiu’e in tow.
"Gu Yanshen!"
Seeing the scene before him, the commander’s eyes instantly turned red, and his roar echoed through the entire floor.
"Get up, damn it!"
Wang Xiu’e rushed over directly, trying to pull Gu Yanshen off the chair, crying and shouting, "Yanshen! Don’t do something stupid! If Wanyi finds out, she’ll hate herself to death!"
Gu Yanshen did not move.
He just looked at the commander in front of him, his voice hoarse yet incredibly clear.
"Commander."
He paused for a moment.
"If she dies, I won’t live either."
The same words.
The commander’s raised hand froze in midair.
He looked at his most prized soldier, a man covered in blood, his face pale, yet his eyes resolute.
A massive shock forced him to step back half a pace.
Wang Xiu’e’s cries abruptly stopped; she covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face silently.
Sister Zhou and Gu Lan, standing at the door, were also completely dumbfounded.
The entire space fell silent, leaving only the faint "beep, beep" of the instruments.
The commander closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were blazing red.
He suddenly turned around and shouted thunderously at the guard behind him.
"Xiao Zhang!"
"Here!"
"Go to the entrance! Where’s the city blood bank’s vehicle? Find out for me! Even if you have to commandeer it, get that vehicle directly to the bottom of this building for me!"
"Yes!"
The guard received the order and sprinted down the stairs.
The commander turned back to Dean Wu.
"Old Wu, prepare for resuscitation! Save both of them!"
His voice was trembling.
"If anything happens to Gu Yanshen here, I can’t face his father!"
Dean Wu gritted his teeth, nodding.
He glanced at the nurse.
"Prep."
The nurse, with tears in her eyes, closed them and tightly gripped the syringe, slowly moving it toward Gu Yanshen’s exposed arm.
The needle tip was just a centimeter from his skin.
Half a centimeter.
Just as the needle tip was about to touch his skin!
"The blood is here!"
A shout came from the door.
The guard who had just run downstairs came rushing back like a cannonball, clinging to the doorframe, gasping.
"Commander! The blood is here! The car... the car is already downstairs!"
Almost simultaneously.
"Screech—"
A piercing sound of tires screeching came from outside the window, sharp enough to pierce everyone’s eardrums.
A military jeep charged directly onto the hospital’s lawn, skidded, and came to a stop at the entrance of the surgical building.
The car door was kicked open.
Two soldiers, each carrying an insulated blood box, dashed upstairs as if their lives depended on it.
"Make way! Make way!"
The crowd in the corridor automatically parted to form a path.
The two soldiers rushed into the delivery room and placed the blood boxes heavily on the ground.
"Reporting! RH negative plasma! 4000 milliliters! Delivered by order!"
Dean Wu lunged forward, opening the box.
Inside lay bags of life-saving plasma.
"Quickly! Transfuse the blood!"
At Dean Wu’s command, several nurses immediately grabbed the blood bags and rushed into the adjoining operating room.
Everyone in the delivery room seemed to have all their strength drained, collectively letting out a sigh of relief.
Gu Yanshen stood up from the blood donation chair.
He staggered a bit, caught the wall, and barely managed to stand firm.
He didn’t look at anyone, just stared intently at the tightly shut doors of the operating room.
Time passed, second by second.
The hallway was silent.
It was unclear how much time had passed.
The red light of the operating room finally went out.
The door opened.
Dean Wu took off his mask and walked out, his steps unsteady, face covered in sweat and fatigue.
Gu Yanshen rushed forward in a single bound to support him.
"She..."
His throat was so hoarse that he could hardly make a sound.
Dean Wu looked at him, and a slight smile finally appeared in his bloodshot eyes.
He patted Gu Yanshen on the shoulder.
"Don’t worry."
"Mother and child are safe."
These four words were like a thunderbolt, slicing through the gloom hanging over everyone.
Gu Yanshen’s body swayed violently.
He released Dean Wu, leaned slowly against the wall, and then slid down to sit on the floor.
He covered his face with his hands, and his shoulders began to tremble violently.
Repressed, voiceless sobs seeped through his fingers.
"Brother!"
Gu Lan could no longer hold back and threw herself into his arms, crying her heart out.
Wang Xiu’e and Sister Zhou hugged each other, crying tears of joy.
The commander turned around and wiped his face hard with the back of his hand as he gazed out the window.
Half an hour later.
Lin Wan Yi was transferred to the special care ward.
Gu Yanshen sat silently beside her bed, staring at her without blinking.
Her face was still devoid of color, lying quietly, with a faint rise and fall of her chest.
Gu Yanshen just watched her, as if he intended to watch until the end of time.
Slowly, he reached out with a trembling hand, wanting to touch her cheek.
As if he were touching a rare treasure.
His fingertip stopped just a centimeter from her face.
It was as if he had used up all his strength.
His lips moved slightly, and an extremely soft murmur echoed in the quiet ward.
"Wanyi..."
As the words fell.
His body could no longer hold up, collapsing straight toward the bedside.
"Thud!"
A muffled noise.
"Mr. Gu!"
The nurse stationed at the door cried out and rushed in.
The hallway erupted into chaos once more.
Amidst the confusion, another nurse emerged holding two tightly swaddled little ones.
The loud cries of the babies pierced through all the noise.
The nurse ran over to Wang Xiu’e and Sister Zhou, almost in tears from anxiety.
"Aunt Wang, Aunt Zhou, the babies are hungry! But Mr. Lin and Mr. Gu are both..."
Wang Xiu’e and Sister Zhou exchanged glances.
Panic-stricken, each took hold of one baby.
The little lives in their arms were as soft as cotton balls, yet brimmed with astonishing strength.
The two commanding ladies within the military district gazed at the small, crying, bright-red, and wrinkled babies in their arms.
For the first time, they felt utterly at a loss.
In the adjacent ward.
Gu Yanshen was laid onto a bed.
The nurse was preparing to set up an IV drip for him.
Dean Wu stood by the bedside, his face ashen.
"Mr. Gu really had a narrow escape this time."
"Any more blood loss, and he would have died."
The commander stood at the door, looking at Gu Yanshen, whose face was deathly pale on the hospital bed.
He turned and gave an order to the guard at the door.
"Xiao Zhang, stand guard at the entrance."
"No one is allowed to enter and disturb him."
"Yes!"
The ward settled into silence.
Only the ticking of the infusion set could be heard.
Suddenly.
"Wah—"
"Wah—"
Two cries from the babies pierced through from the hallway.
Sharp.
Urgent.
Like they were crying their lungs out.
Gu Yanshen’s tightly shut eyelids twitched.
Dean Wu rushed over immediately.
"Mr. Gu?"
Gu Yanshen slowly opened his eyes.
His gaze was scattered, taking several seconds to focus.
"The babies..."
His voice was terrifyingly hoarse.
"Where are they?"
Dean Wu breathed a sigh of relief.
"The babies are fine, two boys, both very healthy."
Gu Yanshen propped himself up, trying to sit up.
"And Wanyi?"
"Mr. Lin is also fine, she’s resting next door."
Hearing this, Gu Yanshen finally let himself relax completely. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
He lay back down on the bed.
Closed his eyes.
A tear slipped down the corner of his eye.
Just at that moment.
