activa-t Chapter 464 Wake up
Chapter 464 Wake up
At this time, the lights in the operating room went out, and Fu Sihan stood up tremblingly, waiting for the best and worst results. Seeing Gu Yuxuan walking out exhausted, Fu Sihan immediately stepped forward and asked, "Gu Yuxuan, how did the operation go? Tell me, I'm mentally prepared.
Gu Yuxuan said: "The operation was very successful, and both mother and daughter are safe. However, Wanting consumed too much energy during childbirth, so she needs to be observed in the intensive care unit at this time.
Fu Sihan's legs instantly gave way, and if he hadn't been holding onto the wall, he would have nearly collapsed. His nerves, tense for hours, suddenly relaxed. Dense black spots filled his vision, and his ears buzzed. He couldn't even hear what Gu Yuxuan said next.
"Fu Sihan!" Gu Yuxuan quickly supported him, "Don't scare me!"
"I'm fine..." Fu Sihan took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. "Let me go see them."
"Not yet." Gu Yuxuan stopped him. "Wanting is still in the intensive care unit, and Yaya is under observation in the neonatal department. You haven't rested for two days. Go home and have a good rest! Wanting is in the hospital's intensive care unit, I'll take care of you.
Upon hearing this, Fu Sihan suddenly hugged Gu Yuxuan and said tearfully, "Gu Yuxuan, I'm sorry. If it weren't for you, I would have lost my wife. Can you forgive me for being jealous of you before?
Gu Yuxuan pushed Fu Sihan away and quickly tidied up his clothes.
Gu Yuxuan pushed Fu Sihan away, reached out to quickly straighten the wrinkled collar of his white coat, and a hint of unnatural embarrassment flashed in his eyes behind the lenses: "Okay, okay, now is not the time to be cheesy." He turned his face away from Fu Sihan. He is really a man who dotes on his wife.
Gu Yuxuan said: "You haven't reported the child to them yet! Go home and pack up first, and when she is transferred to the general ward, then come over to take care of Wanting. You can't take care of her now, so you should go to the company and make money for Mo Wanting. She only likes money.
After hearing this, Fu Sihan rolled his eyes at him and said unhappily, "Don't make me sound like a profit-seeking villain. I'm happy that Wanting spent my money. Don't call me. There are still some photos in the album at home.
"If Mo Wanting only loved money, why would she risk her life for it?" He pulled at the crumpled stethoscope, and the metal chain flickered in the cold white light. "Last month, after her prenatal checkup, she dragged me to feed stray cats. She also has several children, and they want to be loving children in the future." Would someone who loves money do such a losing business?
After hearing this, Fu Sihan hurried to the Fu family. When the children saw that Fu Sihan was the only one back, they started to ask, "Dad, why did you come back alone? Where's Mom? Where did Mom go?
Fu Sihan squatted down and gently rubbed the children's hair, trying to make his voice sound calm and gentle: "Mom is in the hospital now. She just gave birth to a little sister for you."
The children's eyes lit up instantly, and the youngest one jumped up and down excitedly: "Really? We have a sister?"
"Yeah." Fu Sihan nodded, the corners of his lips slightly raised, but there was still a hint of fatigue and worry in his eyes. "But mom needs to rest now. In a few days, we can go visit her and my sister together."
The eldest daughter was keenly aware of his emotions and gently tugged at his sleeve with her little hand: "Dad, are you very tired?"
Fu Sihan was slightly startled, then shook his head and smiled: "Dad is fine, it's just..." He paused, his eyes fell on the photo album spread out on the coffee table in the living room - that was a photo of Mo Wanting and the children when she was teaching. She smiled so brightly, as if she was never tired.
He took a deep breath and murmured softly, "I just... miss her so much."
The children looked at each other and suddenly ran off in unison. A moment later, they returned with a bunch of things in their arms—clumsy cards with drawings on them, poorly folded paper cranes, and a small box filled with their saved pocket money.
"Dad, please bring it to Mom for us!" Fu Yitian said seriously, "We want her to get better soon."
Fu Sihan's eyes warmed up. He reached out to take the childish gifts, his throat slightly tightened. "Okay, you must study hard at home."
At this moment, his phone vibrated. It was a message from Gu Yuxuan——
**"Wanting is awake and in stable condition. You can come and see her."**
Fu Sihan stood up suddenly, his heart beating violently. He looked down at the children, his voice trembling slightly, "Mom is awake, Dad is going to the hospital to see her now, you guys stay home, okay?"
"Okay!" the children answered in unison, their eyes full of anticipation, "Dad, remember to tell Mom that we miss her!"
Upon hearing this, Fu Sihan patted their heads gently and said, "When Dad brings Mom back, we'll go build a new home for the stray cats and then take Yaya to see the star castle Xiaoyu painted." His palms brushed through the children's soft hair, and his fingertips touched the grass clippings on the back of Xiaochuan's neck—the marks left by their crazy running in the yard. Xiaoman suddenly stood on tiptoe and stuffed a strawberry-flavored candy into his suit pocket: "This is for Mom. She likes this flavor the most."
Driving to the hospital, the occasional love songs playing on the car radio made his eyes burn. Standing at a stoplight, he for some reason flipped open his phone's photo album and found a photo of Aning when she was eight months pregnant: she was huddled by the bay window in a loose-fitting sweater, a half-finished baby sweater piled on her lap, the sun tinting her profile a honey-colored hue. The caption read, "The baby's movements today were like drums. Must be a little naughty." Back then, he'd always thought she was too stubborn, insisting on knitting her own baby products. Now, he understood, every stitch and thread held unspoken tenderness.
Waking in the darkness, the rhythmic ticking of the monitor sounded like a distant tide. Aning's eyelashes fluttered as the hazy ceiling gradually cleared. The scent of disinfectant and cherry blossoms filled her nostrils, vaguely recalling an afternoon during her pregnancy—when she sat by the bay window knitting a baby sweater, sunlight filtering through the gauze curtains onto the ball of yarn, and the fetal movement pounded against her palms like drumbeats.
"Wanting, you're finally awake?" A familiar voice trembled imperceptibly. Fu Sihan emerged from the shadows, his suit wrinkled to a pulp, his tie drooping around his neck, and a deep, dark smudge under his eyes. I tried to speak, but my throat felt dry and tight, so I could only search with my eyes.
"Yaya is in the neonatal department and is very healthy." Fu Sihan immediately understood her anxiety and reached out to bring warm water to my lips, his fingertips carelessly wiping my chapped lips. "Mu Ze, Mu Kai, Yi Tian, Ze Kai, and Xi Yao have been looking at me eagerly, saying, "The children are waiting at home."