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The Hero was cuddling with Loxi, imagining his child, when he suddenly heard Yeli's cry from outside the door. Turning to look outside, he saw Yeli looking anxious, panting, and telling the Hero the news that "Shasha's water just broke, she's about to give birth." When the Hero heard Yeli's news, his face changed, and he quickly got up: "Shasha is giving birth? Quick, take me there!" Yeli took the Hero to Shasha's quarters in a hurry, where they saw Shasha leaning by the bed, her face slightly pale yet still charming.
The Hero held Shasha's hand, his tone filled with concern: "Shasha, how are you? Don't be afraid, I'm here!" Shasha looked at the Hero in pain, her slender hand gripping his, confiding: "It hurts so much, my dear, our child is moving, she's about to come out..." Their fingers intertwined, as if they were true husband and wife, so warm that one almost forgot their relationship was just my carefully designed plan.
The Hero quickly notified the outside, and Shasha was urgently sent to the royal infirmary. Relying on the Hero's status and reputation, the Kingdom arranged the top medical team to deliver her. Watching Shasha be pushed into the operating room, the Hero stood before the operating room, worried, praying that the child would be born safely. And behind the Hero, I stood on the side, watching coldly, a cold sneer on my lips. Yeli and Loxi came to my side, whispering jokingly: "My Lord, you've been pushed aside as the 'real husband,' Sister Shasha's appearance, I'm afraid it's a real outpouring of feelings?" I grinned upon hearing this, reached out to pinch their cheeks, and retorted: "What are you two brats thinking!" Our playful commotion made some noise, causing the Hero to look back, but we had instantly restored a serious appearance before that, as if nothing had happened.
In the infirmary, all kinds of personnel were doing pre-operative preparations, and the air was filled with a faint herbal fragrance. The attending physician was a middle-aged man, experienced, wearing wide surgical gowns, a mask covering most of his face, leaving only a pair of sharp eyes. He was with several nurses, preparing everything, and began to deliver the child for Shasha.
However, when Shasha was pushed into the operating room and her pregnant body under the gauze dress was exposed to the light, the doctor's hand trembled violently, a hint of shock flashing in his eyes. Her clothes had been stripped off, leaving only a thin surgical bed sheet covering her, exposing her high-protruding pregnant belly, the rest clinging to her body, outlining an uneven curve. Her chest was full, supporting the covering sheet into a "little hill," and the exposed skin vaguely exuded a faint milky fragrance. Her fair skin was like solidified fat, and as a doctor who had performed countless surgeries and was accustomed to women's bodies, he couldn't help but feel his heartbeat accelerate.
"The world... actually has a woman of such charm..." the doctor sighed secretly in his heart, his gaze almost unable to move from Shasha's delicate body. He had practiced medicine for many years and had seen countless women, but none was like Shasha, whose pregnancy carried a fatal charm. Without the doctor even realizing it, his crotch had hardened. Fortunately, the wide fabric of the surgical gown covered this embarrassment, but the sweat beads on his forehead exposed his loss of composure.
A nurse on the side noticed his abnormality and whispered a reminder: "Doctor, the delivery is starting!" The doctor suddenly regained his senses, cleared his throat, and forced himself to focus on work. He took a deep breath, adjusted his state, and began to direct the nurses to prepare for delivery. Shasha lay on the operating table; seemingly weak, she was secretly curling her red lips into a meaningful smile, as if she had already sensed the doctor's loss of composure.