Jiang Yibai looked down at it, touched it, and then looked up anxiously at the constantly closed door of the operating room.
If only Mengmeng and the children could come out healthy, he would gladly give up ten years of his life.
But the operation room door still hadn't opened.
Tong Mo, who could hardly contain herself, leaned her head against the operating room's door.
"How is it? How is it?" Lu Zichen hurried over to ask.
Tong Mo sighed and shook her head, "Still no movement at all."
"Ah…" Upon hearing this, Lu Zichen couldn't help but let out a long sigh as well.
It's said that childbirth for women is like walking around the edge of death, who knows how Mengmeng is really doing.
Meanwhile, in the operating room, aside from Gu Zhihan who was stitching up Mengmeng, everyone else was trying to save the last of the triplets who had just emerged from Mengmeng's belly.
During the stitching, Mengmeng kept turning her head to look at the small operating table beside her.
