The pushover offended a top-tier boss

The operating room door closed.

Zhou Huaijin stood at the door, staring straight ahead.

He felt like he couldn't breathe. In his pocket was Ye Zhenzhen's suicide note. He had never felt such fear and unease before.

The corridor was quiet, with only the digital clock on the wall ticking silently. He paced anxiously, constantly checking the time and the sign for the operating room.

The Ye couple also sat on the bench nearby, with Ye's mother holding Ye's father's hand, their eyes fixed on the door.

Zhou Chenyu came over and comforted him: "The best experts in the city are all inside. These experts have even successfully rescued patients with amniotic fluid embolism. Experts from various departments are also on standby. Don't worry."

Zhou Huaijin nodded without saying anything.

He didn't sit down, but stood there, his gaze fixed on the closed door.

Inside the operating room, the lights were a cool white, with the operating lights illuminating the operating table. The doctors wore dark green surgical gowns, masks, and caps, revealing only their eyes.

Ye Zhenzhen lay on the operating table, surrounded by neatly arranged surgical instruments. She looked at the light above her head and felt a surge of fear.

Someone gently removed the blanket from her body. The chief surgeon, a female doctor in her fifties, glanced down at her and said in a gentle tone typical of an elder, "Look at how slender your calves are, you've maintained a really good figure."

Ye Zhenzhen was stunned for a moment, her tense emotions seeming to be gently parted by something.

The anesthesiologist, a male doctor with a gentle voice, turned his head and said to her, "It's time to administer the anesthesia. Turn to your side first."

"Curl up—yes, curl up a little more."

"Hold on, don't move."

She turned to the side, pulling her knees towards her chest, her whole body arching like a shrimp. Just as the needle was about to pierce her spine, the chief surgeon gently covered her eyes with his warm palm, shielding her from view.

"It's alright. Your husband said you're easily frightened and afraid of needles, so he specifically asked us to take care of you."

Ye Zhenzhen's eyes suddenly welled up with tears. She didn't know if it was because of those words or because of the hand that blocked her view.

The director chuckled, "I think she's quite resilient."

"Sometimes men are more nervous than women when it comes to childbirth. Last month, there was a woman who was giving birth inside while her husband fainted outside."

Ye Zhenzhen's lips couldn't help but curve into a smile, and her tension slowly dissipated.

The doctor chatted with her while performing the procedure, asking her what she did for a living, whether she had chosen a name for her child, and who would help take care of the child. She answered each question, her voice gradually calming down from its initial tremor.

"Is the anesthesia effective?" she asked.

The doctor laughed: "The child can see it all, oh my, this head is so round."

Ye Zhenzhen was stunned for a moment before she realized that her stomach had already been cut open without her noticing at all.

"Bear with it, it might be a little uncomfortable, we're going to take the baby out," the doctor said softly.

She felt a strong pulling sensation rising from deep within her abdomen, her chest felt so heavy she could hardly breathe, and she felt a little nauseous.

"Breathe, don't be afraid, just hang in there," the doctor comforted her.

After about ten seconds, the discomfort finally subsided, followed by a loud cry, and then a second one.

"Twins, a boy and a girl, how lucky!"

The assistant doctor brought the two babies to her, one on her left and one on her right, their little faces still wet with amniotic fluid and a little red. One was clenching its little fists and crying its heart out, its face flushed red; the other was crying softer, its lips moving slightly, as if trying to express something.

"Look at your two babies, they're so cute!"

Looking at the two tiny figures, her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

This is their child...

The assistant doctor washed the child clean, dressed him in a small outfit, wrapped him in a blanket, and placed him in the stroller.

"The child's blood sugar is a little low, so we'll take him out to be fed some milk first."

The doctor lowered his head and continued his procedure: "I'll stitch you up; it'll be done soon."

Ye Zhenzhen lay there, staring at the ceiling, somewhat dazed.

She thought childbirth would be a long and arduous process, and that the TV programs showed long, drawn-out, and excruciatingly painful procedures. She never expected it to be so quick.

The operating room door opened, and a doctor pushed out two cribs side by side.

Congratulations on the twins! (A boy and a girl)

Zhou Huaijin suddenly looked towards the door, his voice tightening abruptly: "Where is the master? Why hasn't the master come out?!"

Ye's mother rushed forward, shouting, "Where's my daughter?"

"The stitching is going smoothly, don't worry."

Mother Ye finally breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at the baby in the stroller.

The doctor pushed the stretcher forward a bit. "The child's blood sugar is a little low. The family should go and feed the child some formula first."

Zhou Huaijin didn't move, nor did the Ye couple; all three of them stared at the closed door.

Zhou Chenyu stepped forward and took the stroller, saying to Zhou Huaijin, "Then Mom and I will take the child to the ward first."

The mother and daughter pushed the child away, and the corridor became quiet.

More than ten minutes later, the operating room door opened again.

Ye Zhenzhen was pushed out, the blanket covering her chest. Her face was a little pale, but her eyes were bright.

Zhou Huaijin rushed over, bent down, placed his hand on the back of her hand, and his lips moved, his voice hoarse: "Does it hurt?"

Ye Zhenzhen felt his fingers trembling.

"I'm under anesthesia, I won't feel anything," Ye Zhenzhen smiled and asked him, "Did you see the baby?"

"Hmm," he replied, though he hadn't actually looked. His heart was in his throat the whole time she hadn't come out.

The Ye family couple also gathered around. Ye's mother's eyes were red, and Ye's father turned his head away and wiped the corner of his eye with the back of his hand.

"My darling has suffered so much." Ye's mother's voice was choked with emotion.

"Mom, it didn't hurt at all. The surgery was quick, and the doctors were all very good."

Ye Zhenzhen comforted them in return, and then pinched Zhou Huaijin's hand.

"Hurry up, let's go see the baby."

In the ward, the two little ones had just finished drinking milk and were lying side by side in their crib.

Mr. and Mrs. Ye huddled by the bedside, looking at the bed again and again, unable to tear their eyes away.

"Oh my, so cute! How can she be so pretty?" Mother Ye stared at her for a long time, her mouth agape in a smile.

"Yes, other people's babies are born all wrinkled, some even with vernix caseosa. Look at our baby, so pink and clean, and so pretty."

Zhou's mother also stood beside her, looking down and examining her for a long time.

"This little boy looks exactly like his father when he was a child."

Zhou Chenyu looked her over and said, "The girl looks like Zhenzhen, even her eyebrows and eyes are similar."

Zhou Huaijin stood beside the crib, looking down at the two tiny swaddled babies, feeling somewhat at a loss.

"You, as the father, come and hold him." Ye's mother handed the light blue swaddled baby to him.