Transmigrating into a Book in the 80s: After Giving Up, I Was Pampered by a Rough Man

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Ting jumped up from the bed.

In that instant, all sleepiness vanished.

He didn't even bother to put on his shoes, stepping barefoot onto the floor and casually turning on the bedside lamp.

The warm yellow light illuminated the man's tense expression.

"Is the pain severe? Does it come in waves?"

Lu Ting's voice was somewhat hoarse, and his hands and feet even showed a slight, almost imperceptible stiffness.

He turned and strode quickly to the wardrobe, grabbed the pre-packed maternity bag, and pulled off the softest cashmere coat along the way.

Jiang Mian leaned against the pillow, her hands supporting her high, protruding belly, her brows slightly furrowed.

The feeling of heaviness became more and more pronounced, and she gasped for breath.

"It's not too painful yet, just my stomach feels tight."

"Honey, don't panic. The doctor said that first pregnancies don't happen that quickly."

"I'm not panicking."

Lu Ting readily agreed verbally, but his hands moved with astonishing speed.

He wrapped Jiang Mian in his clothes tightly, then knelt on one knee by the bed, took a pair of soft-soled, non-slip cotton shoes, and carefully put them on her feet.

"Come on, slow down, put your arms around my neck."

Lu Ting bent down, put his hands under Jiang Mian's armpits and knees, and steadily lifted her up.

I walked out of the bedroom and came to the stairwell.

He looked at the anti-slip mat he had personally wrapped and held his breath.

He took half a minute to climb the stairs that he could normally take two steps.

Only when each step is firmly planted can one dare to take the next.

As he passed the guest rooms on the first floor, Lu Ting let out a low growl.

"An Sheng, get up."

"Your sister-in-law is about to give birth, go get the car."

The door to the first-floor guest room was quickly pushed open.

Lu Ansheng didn't even realize he was wearing his coat inside out, and rushed out with his hair all messy.

"My sister-in-law is about to give birth?! I'm going to warm up the car right now!"

The young man rushed out of the yard and yanked open the door of the Land Rover.

The engine roared in the dead of night.

Lu Ting carefully helped Jiang Mian out of the courtyard. The two sat in the back seat, and Lu Ting took a cashmere blanket and covered Jiang Mian's legs with it.

"An Sheng, be careful, don't drive too fast."

"Brother, I know."

Lu Ansheng took a deep breath and gripped the steering wheel tightly.

At 2 a.m., the Red Star Brigade was enjoying a peaceful moment.

Occasionally, a dog barks in the distance, and there are faint chirping sounds of insects in the grass.

It must be said that the newly paved cement road in the village was a great help.

The wheels rolled over the smooth road surface, and the passenger compartment felt almost no bumps.

Jiang Mian felt pain again for a while.

She broke out in a cold sweat, her fingers tightened, but she didn't utter a sound.

Lu Ting's palms were covered in cold sweat.

Jiang Mian turned her head to the side, looked at his tense jaw, and instead curved her lips into a smile.

"Honey, if you keep being so nervous, I'm going to get nervous too."

Lu Ting quickly loosened his grip a little, but couldn't bear to let go, so he gently stroked the back of her hand with his fingertips.

"Mianmian, I've always been here."

A dozen minutes later.

The vehicle drove directly into the gate of Tomato County People's Hospital and drove all the way to the building where the obstetrics and gynecology department was located.

Most of the lights in the building were on.

When Director Wen of the Obstetrics and Gynecology Department received a call from a nurse, she and two other nurses were already waiting at the door with a stretcher.

As soon as they saw the vehicle stop, the group immediately went to meet it.

Lu Ting got out of the car, carried the person and blanket out together, and carefully placed them on the flatbed.

While gesturing for the nurse to push the cart, Director Wen looked down and asked Jiang Mian.

"Has your water broken? Have you had any bloody show?"

Jiang Mian's forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat. The pain was much stronger than when she first woke up, but she still answered the questions clearly.

"My water hasn't broken yet, I just saw a little blood."

"Are your contractions regular? How often do they occur?" Director Wen asked, pushing the cart toward the elevator.

Lu Ting followed closely beside the flatbed cart and spoke first.

"Since I left home, I have experienced pain four times, each time lasting about half a minute, with intervals of less than five minutes."

After listening, Director Wen glanced at the tall and imposing man with some surprise.

Ordinary family members would have been too panicked to speak by now, but he timed it perfectly.

"With such a short interval, it seems like it's coming soon."

"Go to the labor room, check the cervix first, and connect the fetal heart rate monitor."

The stroller entered the building and headed straight for the delivery room area.

As they approached the heavy green gate, Jiang Mian suddenly grabbed Lu Ting's fingers.

The contractions had just passed, and she managed to catch her breath.

"I'm fine inside, you just stay outside."

Jiang Mian looked at the man's bloodless face and softened her voice, "Don't keep such a stern face, it'll scare the nurses."

Lu Ting nodded emphatically and swallowed hard.

"I won't scare them."

"Mianmian, I'm right at the door, don't be afraid."

The flatbed cart was pushed through the gate, and the green double doors slowly closed in front of Lu Ting.

The incandescent lights in the corridor were a stark, unnatural white.

From the moment the door closed, Lu Ting's breathing became erratic.

When he was in the army, bullets grazed his ears and his hand didn't even tremble.

He didn't even flinch when he led a violent raid on a brickyard in the city.

But now, standing in front of this ordinary door, he finds it difficult even to stand up straight.

Lu Ting retreated to the wall in the corridor, leaning against the cold wall.

He started pacing back and forth in the corridor.

From the entrance of the delivery room to the window at the end of the corridor, it's a total of seventeen steps.

Turning around and walking back, it was another seventeen steps.

The sound of shoes rubbing against the terrazzo floor became the only noise in the corridor.

Lu Ansheng parked the car and ran upstairs, only to see his brother looking completely lost.

He didn't dare to try to persuade them, so he could only obediently squat in the corner opposite the delivery room, hugging his knees with both hands and staring at the green door.

About twenty minutes later, hurried footsteps could be heard in the hallway.

Zhao Jianguo, wearing a dark gray Zhongshan suit, hurried over with his secretary, Xiao Qin.

He had clearly climbed straight out of bed, his hair still a little messy.

"How is it? How long have you been inside?"

As soon as Zhao Jianguo arrived, he went straight to ask Lu Ansheng.

Lu Ansheng quickly stood up. "Uncle Zhao, he's been inside for almost half an hour."

"A nurse just came out to get a baby swaddle blanket, saying the cervix is ​​dilating quite smoothly."

Zhao Jianguo nodded, turned to look at Lu Ting who seemed not to have noticed him, and walked over to pat him on the broad back.

"Xiao Lu, stop."

"Xiao Jiang is in good health, and Director Wen is also inside watching over her, so you can rest assured."

Lu Ting stopped in his tracks.

He turned to look at Zhao Jianguo, his lips moving slightly.

"Uncle Zhao, she's afraid of pain."

One sentence made Zhao Jianguo, a county party secretary who had seen many ups and downs, feel a pang of sadness.

He pointed to a row of blue plastic chairs along the corridor.

"Xiao Jiang is risking his life inside, so we outside need to stay calm and collected."

"If you make a scene first, she'll see it and start worrying about you."

Lu Ting froze for a few seconds before finally sitting down.

But just as he sat down, the phone at the triage desk rang.

The nurse answered the phone, listened for a few moments, and then looked over.

"Who is Lu Ansheng? Here is your phone number."

Lu Ansheng was completely bewildered, unable to understand why someone would call the hospital at this hour, especially looking for him.

But he still went over and answered the phone, "Hello, who is this?"

On the other end of the phone, Qian Weimin's distinctive Hong Kong-accented Mandarin, tinged with extreme excitement and panic, rang out from the receiver.

"An Sheng! Is Doctor Jiang about to give birth?"

"How are you? Are you alright?"

Qian Weimin was panting heavily on the other end of the phone.

"I have already contacted the best doctors and obstetrics and gynecology specialists at Queen Mary Hospital!"

"Just say the word, Brother Lu, and I'll charter a helicopter and fly to Tomato County overnight!"

Lu Ansheng broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing this and quickly covered the microphone.

"Boss Qian, we don't need it."

"All the doctors from the county are here, Secretary Zhao is here too, and my brother is standing guard outside!"

"Don't do anything yet, wait for news."

Qian Weimin became even more anxious and raised his voice even higher.

"What do you mean by 'making a fuss'? That's Dr. Jiang, the miracle doctor!"

"If she loses even a single hair, none of us in my entire Hong Kong Island office can sleep!"

Lu Ansheng glanced at the delivery room door, then at Lu Ting, who was about to lose his composure, and quickly lowered her voice.

I'll get back to you as soon as I have any news.

After saying that, he put the phone back on its face.

Time passed by, second by second.

The round wall clock hanging in the corridor ticked away.

One hour.

One and a half hours.

Occasionally, the sounds of nurses moving around and the crisp clinking of instruments could be heard from the delivery room, but Jiang Mian's cries of pain were never heard.

The quieter she was, the more distressed Lu Ting felt.

He stood half a step outside the delivery room door, his shoulders and back taut, his eyes fixed on the green crack in the door.

Lu Ansheng's legs went numb from squatting.

Xiao Qin didn't dare to speak, and could only keep checking his watch.

It's been almost two hours.

Almost two hours later.

A clear cry suddenly came from the delivery room.

"Wow--!"

The baby's cries pierced through the thick door panels and echoed in the stark white corridor.

Lu Ting was startled.

His bloodshot eyes suddenly lit up, and then his tall body slid down the door panel half an inch, his knees buckling for the first time in a rare moment.

Zhao Jianguo suddenly stood up from the plastic chair, and Xiao Qin also breathed a sigh of relief.

Lu Ansheng jumped up and swung his fist on the spot.

"She's given birth!"

"Brother, it's born!"

Lu Ting's throat tightened, and he couldn't utter a single word.

All he wanted now was for the door to open immediately so he could go in and see Jiang Mian.

After the first cry, the nurses' excited conversations could be heard from inside the delivery room.

Followed by.

"Wow--!"