The first ones born are the fetuses in the culture tank.

The two larger embryos died in the month, and none of them were saved. The last batch of the remaining sons of Zad matured, and 264 survived.

Of the nearly 200,000 embryos, only these 264 touched the world outside the culture tank.

Su Muqiong divided the 264 phases to welcome the birth of these children. She wanted to hug these little babies, but she couldn't - she didn't have the strength, she was already skinny.

With white blankets, soft sheets, bright rooms, and dreamy and childlike design, Su Muqiong set up an environment that children like. She wanted to do her best to give them a childhood like ordinary children - perhaps extremely short, maybe most of them would be transferred to the custody room immediately, but she was still willing to do her best in vain.

They are very different from ordinary newborns.

Ordinary newborns either cry or sleep. These children are different. They don’t cry or make noise and keep their eyes open. Ordinary newborns can’t open their eyes and their eyes are distracted because they have poor eyesight when they were born. But they are not. Their eyes are all accurately gathered on Su Muqiong.

Those eyes are either ignorant, curious, or... some hidden superhuman spirituality, but all are attached.

Although it was the first day that they left the cultivation jar, they had already seen her through the jar and were familiar with her, just as Su Muqiong was familiar with them. The child did not understand language, but he could keenly know who was good to him.

Looking at these innocent children, Su Muqiong suddenly felt sad. Although she had tried all her ways and found the direction, how many of these children could finally wait until the day when she found a way?

"Children, welcome to this world. I am yours...mother." Su Muqiong was in pain, but a gentle smile appeared on her face: "As a gift for your birth, I will start to name you. The first one is this fat girl." Su Muqiong touched a little tiger girl's face: "Your name is Qiuqiu, and from now on, you will be their sister..."

Xiaohuniu said awkwardly, reached out and grabbed Su Muqiong's finger. Her intelligence level seemed far superior to that of an ordinary newborn.

The warm touch came from her fingers and penetrated into her heart. In the past six months, this was the only warmth and the only innocent attachment she had ever come into contact with.

Su Muqiong wanted to laugh, but couldn't laugh. She wanted to cry, but she had to hold back. She suddenly tried her best and picked up the girl called Qiuqiu and hugged her in her arms. She murmured with red eyes and said in a low voice: "Stand by...Stand by... Children, you all hold on... Mom will... Will surely... Will definitely cure you, and will definitely end your pain!"

Just as her mood was fluctuating violently, severe pain suddenly came from her lower abdomen.

Su Muqiong's face turned pale and she was sweating like rain.

The fetus in the abdomen is about to give birth!

After a thump, Su Muqiong fell to the ground.

Within three minutes, she was carried onto the bed again and surrounded by a group of people in white coats, just like the time she was vaguely recalling the anesthetic time. The pain came, but she did not shout at all.

These days, she has never been in pain.

She just collapsed on the delivery bed and was confused.

"Fast, the maternal condition is very poor..."

"She has exhausted her physical strength and her heartbeat is weak..."

"Replace surgery, cesarean section..."

"No, given her physical condition, the risk of cesarean section is too high, and she is likely to die in the delivery bed..."

All kinds of noisy sounds surrounded her, sweat stuck her hair like a dead grass to her forehead, Su Muqiong's eyes were dissipated and her consciousness was blurred. At this moment, the space fluctuated, and an old-fashioned radio appeared in the delivery room.

Classical and beautiful and familiar tunes are played on the radio.

【Green grass, green】

【White fog, vast】

【Have a place, beautiful woman】

【On the water, one side…】

Su Muqiong suddenly took a breath and opened her eyes. She looked at the tape recorder, stretched out her hand with difficulty, and then clenched it tightly. The radio was cut into countless pieces by the power of space, and the singing stopped abruptly.

The beautiful singing that she once loved was only made her feel angry now. The anger burned her physical strength, but at the same time, it also made her wake up a little.

She was so conscious that she stood up and looked at her lower abdomen. Her body was too thin and could not afford the heavy physical labor of having a baby, so Su Muqiong stretched out her hands, penetrated the space, and held it directly on the fetus.

She raised her arms with difficulty, and the fetus was directly carried into her arms from the uterus.

"Welcome to... this world..." Su Muqiong put her face on the child's face and closed her eyes. She didn't even have the strength to open her eyes. Her voice was low and weak, like a dream, but she still insisted: "My baby...mom sings a song for you...sings to a good baby..."

【Little Swallow... Wearing Flower Clothes...】

October.

"Come on, baby, don't always cry... smile to mom..." The baby was placed in a glass cover, and his body was filled with needles. Su Muqiong touched the glass cover, with a heartbreaking smile on her face: "Mom knows, baby must be very painful, right? I believe mom, I will definitely cure you..."

【Come here every spring…】

November.

"Don't die...Don't die...Don't die..." Su Muqiong hugged a child, and the child's hands tightly grasped her sleeves, his eyes firmly stared at her, and his body trembled in pain, but he did not cry.

"Stick, hold on, hold on... Mom is almost finding a way to save you... Don't die!" Su Muqiong hugged him tightly, but could not stop his trembling. When the trembling reached its peak, a crack was heard, and a crack appeared on the child. Su Muqiong trembled all over. When she lowered her head, she only saw those innocent eyes turning into dust in her hands.

There are only 47 left for the two hundred and sixty-four children now.

"Ahhhhhhh-!" Su Muqiong roared in pain, and smashed the ground with her fist in despair. The little girl crawled over and grabbed her hand gently, as if comforting her.

Su Muqiong stood up with a wisp of her eyes, then staggered and fell down again.

"Stand by holding on, keep holding on, it's going to be soon!"

She must be strong and have no time to be sad.

【I asked Yanzi why you came...】

December.

"I found...I found...I found a way!" Su Muqiong disheveled her hair, thin as she was, even the vitality in her bone marrow was squeezed out. Now she could only sit in a wheelchair and move: "Just wait a little longer, I can prepare the potion and I can save you!"

The space flashed, and Su Muqiong appeared in the baby's room. But she was ecstatic and suddenly frozen. Originally, there should be sixteen children here, but now, there are only four left.
Chapter completed!