Way Back Into Love novel Chapter 682

"Icy guy, I don't worry about myself. I only worry about the baby. He is only seven months old. You must save him. You must save him," Essie said, sobbing.

"The baby will be safe. You have to hold on and give birth to him as soon as possible." Touching her pale face, Zac's heart was like grilling on fire.

She did not have her breakfast, she had been suffering in the dark and wet secret passage for so long and lost blood. Essie felt so tired that she could hardly use up any strength. But she knew clearly that she couldn't pass out. She had to hold on until the baby was born.

"Mrs. Rong, don't be nervous. The baby will come out soon. You have to do as I said," the doctor said as he took a well prepared ginseng tablet and put it into her mouth to replenish her strength. Then she began to help her give birth with instructions, "Inhale... Exhale... Push... "

Clenching her teeth, Essie held the hands of Zac and the nurse. She couldn't fall down for the sake of her child!

Giving birth to a baby was an extremely painful thing. In the secret passage, fearing that it might frighten Shyla, she tried her best to endure it and not to make a sound. Now, she couldn't help but shout.

Every scream of her was like a sharp knife digging the flesh in Zac's heart. He was like a father to be, sweating with anxiety, like an ant on a hot pot. He dared to say that he was not afraid of anything. In the past thirty years, he had never been so anxious and scared like this.

He even began to regret. At that time, he really should have checked it carefully and personally calculated the safety period for this muddled-headed fool, so as to prevent her from making a mistake. She would be tortured to death by his mistake.

He put his arm near her mouth and said, "Bite me if you feel pain. My little fool, let me feel pain with you."

She shook her head. She didn't even have the strength to speak. Now she not only felt pain, but also was about to faint weakly. But she couldn't. If she lost consciousness, the baby might be suffocated to death in the birth canal.

She gritted her teeth and said to him in a very weak breath, "If I can't hold on, just keep the child and don't care about me." It was all her fault. She was impulsive and stupid. She didn't protect her child well. She should use her own life to make up for him.

"Don't talk nonsense!" A warm stream rushed into Zac's eyes, which made his eyes red and burning. His internal organs were twitching violently, and his handsome face twisted in extreme pain and pain. "Essie, you can't be hurt. I don't allow you to be hurt. If you can't hold on, we will give up this child!"

He could give up this child, but he couldn't lose her. No matter what, she was the first choice, no exception!

Hearing this, Essie's heart jolted. She shook her head and shook her head desperately. Tears welled up like a torrent, and her face was wet with sweat. "You can't give up the child. If you dare to give up the child, I will hate you for the rest of my life, and I will ignore you even if I die."

"Then don't let me choose. Try your best to give birth to the baby." His voice trembled slightly in pity, but his tone was quite domineering, throwing out all the attributes of a great devil king. To deal with this muddled-headed fool, he must be strong and give her a death order. She was not allowed to disobey, or she would behave recklessly.

"I... I'm tired. I want to have a rest. I'll be fine in a while," Essie said with a cry. She was really tired and weak. She hoped that she could have a little chance to catch her breath and recover, but the pain in her stomach was constantly increasing. She could not stop except for exerting herself.

The doctor took another ginseng tablet and put it into her mouth. "Mrs. Rong, I've seen the baby's head. Hold on. The baby will come out with the last strength."

"Do you hear that, my little fool? Let's do it together. You can do it." Zac helped her smooth her wet hair and kissed her forehead to encourage her.

She nodded and held his hand tightly. She could do it. For the sake of the child, she had to try her best and could not give up.

"Take a breath... Exhale... Push... " the doctor guided her.

"Ah -" a tearing cry burst out from the ambulance, followed by the baby's wail.

"The baby is born, it's a boy. Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Rong," the doctor said with a smile and cut off the umbilical cord.

A drop of tear fell from Zac's eyes and mixed with the tear on Essie's cheek. There was joy, pity and happiness in the tears.

As if relieved, Essie let out a long sigh of relief. She raised her head slightly and looked at the baby in the nurse's arms.

He was so small, so small, like a cat, because he was preterm and looked very fragile. There was a special star shaped birthmark on his arm, which seemed to indicate that he would be different from others as soon as he was born.

She slowly closed her eyes. She was completely exhausted and needed a good sleep.

The nurse simply cleaned the baby's body and was about to put him into the incubator. Suddenly, the baby's face turned blue and his crying stopped.

"Oh, my God! The baby's breathing is suspended," the nurse exclaimed.

"Prepare the ventilator." The doctor quickly brought the baby over. Because the baby was premature, she had predicted that it was likely to have breathing problems due to the insufficient lung.

She was so scared that her nerves were all tensed to the extreme. As long as she exerted a little more force, all of them would break.

"Take me to the emergency room. I have to wait outside, waiting for my child to come out," she roared with all her strength.

"Mrs. Rong, please calm down. You have just given birth to the baby. Don't be too excited, or you will suffer hemorrhage," the doctor comforted.

"I'm not afraid of death. You must save my child, take my life, and trade my life for my child," Essie cried, she was on the verge of collapse.

"My little fool!" Zac held her tightly and stroked her head, trying to calm her down. "The child needs you very much now. You can't collapse. Let's go to the door of the emergency room together and wait for him to come out. You must be confident that he will come out safely."

Burying her head in his arms, Essie nodded desperately, "You are right. I have to calm down. I can't collapse. My child is waiting for me. I have to feed him. He hasn't been feeded by his mommy yet... I have to wait for him to come out. He will come out soon. He can cry, smile, and look at me with his eyes open... " She kept saying, hypnotizing and comforting herself, as if she had fallen into madness. His child would be fine. He would be fine. He would be fine.

As soon as Walt got the news that the baby was premature, he rushed to the hospital. With Leila by his side, in case that he would do something wrong and say something wrong out of excitement.

Seeing Zac and Essie waiting outside the emergency room, his heart sank. "Essie, are you okay?"

Essie shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Where is the baby? My... Where is my little nephew? " Walt asked again.

"The doctor is still in the emergency room," Zac replied in a low and powerless voice.

A violent spasm ran over Walt's body. "Will he be okay?"

Zac didn't answer. He pressed his lips tightly, which made Walt feel dizzy.

He moved his lips and was about to ask more, but the door of the emergency room opened. The doctor came out with a gloomy and depressed expression. "Mr. and Mrs. Rong... I'm sorry. We've tried our best. "