The apple in her hand fell to the ground with a thud.
"Shanshan, where are you?"
Gong Shaoyu's voice came through, and hearing the commotion from the kitchen, he quickly walked over.
He saw Lan Shan bending over in discomfort, her face looking rather pale.
"Shanshan, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Grasping his arm tightly, "My stomach hurts, I think the baby is coming..."
...
In the hospital
Lan Shan lay on the hospital bed, her forehead already covered in beads of sweat, and the waves of pain in her abdomen were almost unbearable.
As the pain subsided, she let out a long sigh of relief, but soon another wave of pain hit, almost knocking the wind out of her.
In the corridor, Gong Shaoyu was talking to the nurse.
"It's only two fingers dilated, she can't enter the delivery room yet. We have to wait until it's ten fingers before she can give birth. You can help the pregnant woman walk around; it might speed things up a bit."
