Xia’s father was shocked: “Is it…”

Is Zhuang Shihua difficult to give birth to one corpse and two lives? Then isn’t his son?

Seeing Xia's panicked expression, the doctor first comforted him: "Mr. Xia, it's not what you think. Miss Zhuang and her son are safe, but..."

When Xia's father heard that the mother and son were safe, he finally felt a little relieved. All he cared about was his son. As for Zhuang Shihua - he cares about her death!

But when he heard the doctor's "just..." again, Xia's father put his heart back in his stomach and immediately raised it again, his eyes showing the sharpness and vigilance of the market's ups and downs for many years:

"Just what?"

The doctor's words are clear and every word is carefully considered: "Ms. Zhuang gave birth to a...deformed child."

The last three words are light and regretful.

Every little life that comes to this world is an angel.

He is an obstetrician and gynecologist. He is the first person in the world to hold these children. He always has special feelings for small children. He hopes that the babies he delivers can grow up healthily, safely and happily.

But some children are born with natural shortcomings.

These winged angels are particularly heartbreaking and regretful.

Regardless of whether she/he comes to this world with great pride, life is worthy of respect, why is the innocent child?

A man who longs for his son for decades, betrays his family and his wife and daughter. He finally let his mistress give birth to a boy for him, but the result is a deformed child. Perhaps this is God's most ruthless revenge for the man in front of him...

The doctor thought calmly and sympathetically.

What--

...Deformed?

These three words kept hovering in Xia's mind and ears, and he staggered back in disbelief.

"How is it possible?! How could my son be a deformed child?!"

Xia’s father had no choice but to accept it.

The son he had finally come to see was actually a deformed child?

"Doctor, I offer Zhuang Shihua a delicious meal and drink. It did not make her mood violently, nor did she feel depressed. Zhuang Shihua has been living in your hospital and has never used other medicines. How could my son be a deformed child..."

Father Xia said in a nagging manner.

The doctor could fully understand Xia’s current feelings, and waited patiently for him to explain to him: “Ms. Zhuang should not have received good care in the first three months of pregnancy, and even a comfortable environment for physical and mental health…”

As soon as these words came out, Xia’s father was silent.

Zhuang Shihua stayed in prison three months before she became pregnant.

It is conceivable that the child can survive the environment.

At this moment, Xia's father regretted not having painted Zhuang's poems earlier, which led to his longing for a deformed son, or...

How great would it be to die in prison?

However, the next word from the doctor made Xia’s father’s regret turn into a tremendous anger: “Miss Zhuang did not recover from the first three months, and later insisted on doing amniotic fluid puncture paternity test, which caused intrauterine infection and fetal malformation. This is the main reason…”

Zhuang, poetry, painting!

Father Xia's eyes were red.

It’s not that I want to cry, it’s that I’m angry!

Amniotic fluid puncture was something that Zhuang Shihua insisted on, but as a result, his son, whom he had been looking forward to for more than ten years, became a deformed child. Xia’s father did not blame Zhuang Shihua for whom?

At this time, the nurse in the operating room just pushed Zhuang Shi to draw it. If it weren't for her dying look, Xia's father really wanted to rush up and grab her hair and slap her twice in the face!
Chapter completed!