Daily Life in the 70s-Chapter 290 Peace of Mind

Yang PeiMin felt she had a dream, where she saw her relatives from a past life. When she saw them, they all looked heartbroken and wept incessantly in front of her. She wanted to tell them not to cry, but it was as if no one heard her as they continued to cry with overwhelming sorrow. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Then, as if contagiously affected, she too became inconsolable with grief.

It was as if someone called out to her. She jerked her head around, only to realize that her name seemed to be wrong. She wasn’t Yang PeiMin; she was Taotao, the carefree Taotao.

Yet that voice was stubborn, insisting she was Yang PeiMin, ceaselessly echoing in her ears, which was incredibly irritating.

She was infuriated and then saddened again, though she didn’t know why she felt this sorrow. She woke up crying.

From beside her, an urgent male voice tinged with surprise and sympathy asked, "Does your stomach hurt?"

Shen Yiguang?

Yang PeiMin blinked away the mist in her eyes and saw a man with dirty, disheveled clothes and bloodshot eyes.

She moved her lips slightly, and the man immediately said, "If you’re feeling unwell, don’t speak. Yixiang, quickly go call the doctor. Hang in there; the doctor will be here soon."

With that, he wrung out a warm towel and gently wiped her face, "If the towel is too warm, just make a sound."

Yang PeiMin blinked and asked, "How did you get here?"

Shen Yiguang leaned in anxiously again, "The doctor told you to talk less. I came as soon as I heard the news. I was almost scared to death, Minmin. Next time, you can’t make such jokes."

Yang PeiMin blinked again, looking completely innocent.

She truly didn’t know she was pregnant. It was supposed to be her period, after all. If he hadn’t spoken prematurely to the family, would she have been scared into such a state of shock? If he hadn’t mentioned it at home and she had assumed it was her period, her belly would have eventually shown. It would have been correct to confirm it and then inform the family later.

She glared at him.

"Alright, don’t be angry. You really shouldn’t get angry now; it’s all my fault." As he spoke, a smile crept across his lips, "The baby is still there, you mustn’t get angry. It’s still vulnerable, we need to take good care of it."

Shen Yiguang felt as if his heart had been fried in boiling oil that day. He was training outdoors as usual, and Shen Yixiang had called the communication soldier. Usually, personal matters were noted down by the communication soldier and relayed to the soldiers upon their return.

But Shen Yiguang knew his family matters. At home were his elderly parents, so a phone call generally signified something serious. Also, his wife, alone in the city school, made him uneasy; a call from her also indicated urgency. Therefore, he had briefed the communication officer that if there were calls regarding these matters, they should try to notify him as soon as possible.

That’s how he received the news so quickly. The communication officer who reported it was sweating with urgency, with only one sentence, "Battalion commander, your wife has been admitted to the hospital, and the child inside her is in critical condition!"

He was shocked and couldn’t focus on whether it was the child they were talking about; admission to the hospital meant his wife was in an emergent situation. He immediately left his current tasks for the deputy battalion commander and quickly returned to the military region.

Once he got in touch, he had the hospital’s doctors prioritize his wife’s care and rushed over there by car.

On the way to the hospital, he dared not let his thoughts wander and drove as fast as possible, flooring the accelerator.

When he arrived at the hospital, Shen Yixiang burst into tears upon seeing him. He reprimanded her sharply, "Crying for what? How is your sister-in-law?"

"Sister-in-law, the doctor said the child is temporarily safe but she still needs careful attention, as her condition is very weak..."

Shen Yixiang hadn’t finished speaking when Shen Yiguang strode into the ward.

Soon after, the doctor came to observe the situation and said that she had been sleeping for too long. This state of unconsciousness was not a good sign, and they needed to wake her up quickly.

At that moment, Yang PeiMin finally came to, and Shen Yiguang’s heart, which had been hanging in mid-air, finally found some relief. Seeing Shen Yixiang had called the doctor, he hurriedly urged the doctor to come and take a look.

After examining Yang PeiMin’s complexion and asking a few questions, the doctor instructed the nurse to come over and help. He spoke briefly with her and then told everyone, "I’ll have the nurse take a look, and I’ll come back in a little while."

Shen Yiguang’s heart rose with anxiety again, and he went to ask the nurse what to look for.

Noticing his anxious demeanor, the nurse seemed to appreciate his worry for his wife and said softly, "I need to check the patient’s bleeding situation below. If the bleeding has stopped and isn’t heavy, then it means the baby is stable, as long as she is taken care of carefully afterward."

Bleeding?

Shen Yiguang found it difficult to accept this statement.

Isn’t a baby at this stage just a puddle of blood? If there’s bleeding, does the baby still exist?

Yang PeiMin was also very worried.

She hadn’t felt any bleeding at first, but on the way here, on the tricycle, jostled by the journey, she began to feel it.

Now, she was almost holding her breath, not daring to move. She didn’t know if she was still bleeding and felt her nerves were in disarray, overwhelmed with anxiety, only feeling a faint pain in her lower abdomen.

Shen Yiguang noticed her expression and felt a heart-wrenching concern, "It’s okay, it’s okay, relax. If you get tense, the baby will feel it too. You have to think about him."

Thankfully, the nurse was also considerate of their feelings and peeked under the quilt quickly yet gently, promptly telling them, "All right, the situation looks quite good."

"The family should clean her up for now. Don’t change her pants yet; she can’t move at the moment. If she needs the toilet, see if there are sanitary pads or something to use for now."

Shen Yixiang nodded repeatedly.

Shen Yiguang then asked her to go out and buy sanitary pads, "I’ll clean her up here. You hurry and buy them; also, pick up some towels and the like."

The nurse glanced at Shen Yiguang again, nodded with a smile, and after giving some further precautions, left.

Once Shen Yixiang had gone out, Shen Yiguang bolted the door.

Yang PeiMin instructed him to wash his hands quickly.

Shen Yiguang laughed, "Does this outfit of mine scare you?"

Yang PeiMin blinked, "Shen Yiguang, you really look like an old man right now." She teased him purposefully; he had come to see her without changing his clothes, and they had been so close just now.

Shen Yiguang gave her a look but couldn’t help laughing, "Alright, alright, I got it. Is washing my hands three times good enough?"

"Barely."

Yang PeiMin then remembered when they first got to know each other, how he was just as careful, taking care of her injured hand. It felt as though no time had passed at all, only now, there was a little life growing inside her.

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