Chapter 2018: Ji Yan, Ji Nian (1)

Under normal circumstances, the second child will be smoother, but the twins are too nutritious, and Shen Youran almost fainted several times.
In the end, it wasn’t enough. I was afraid that the child would be suffocated in it for a long time. After Ji Jinchuan’s consent, the doctor had a cesarean section.
However, despite this, hemorrhage was still heavy, but fortunately, plasma was prepared in advance.
After nine deaths, Shen Youran was finally pushed out of the delivery room.
Ha used a crappy Chinese to congratulate Ji Jinchuan: "Congratulations to President Ji, a man and a woman, the first born is a son, six catties and two catties, the little princess five catties and six catties."
The two nurses behind her carried a child.
The suspended heart of Xie Suling and others finally fell, and then his face was happy, and he was eager to see it.
Ji Jinchuan looked at the woman on the hospital bed. Her face was as pale as snow, and her hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to the sides of her cheeks.
He took her hand and leaned over to look at her with a very soft voice: "Are you all right?"
Shen Youran didn't even have the strength to speak, she closed her eyes and nodded gently.
Harry took off his long gown: "She needs to rest now. If anything, she will wait until she rests."
The nurse sent Shen Youran into the ward, and Ji Shaoheng went through the payment procedures.
Ji Jinchuan sat by the hospital bed, brushing away the broken hair attached to Shen Youran's forehead, and put her hand on the lips to kiss.
"Youyou, you have worked hard, you have a good rest, I'm guarding you."
Shen Youran was so tired that her body seemed to be dislocated. She slowly closed her eyes.
Seeing her like this, Ji Jinchuan was very distressed, and put her hand carefully into the bed to tuck her in.
The moment she came out of the delivery room, she closed her eyes and looked white and white, when he thought...
Fortunately, she is fine.
He rubbed his hand on the sheet and wiped the cold sweat from his palm.
Xie Suling and others surrounded the newly born two children with great joy.
Ji Yangkun pointed to the baby boy and smiled: "This kid is exactly the same as Nono when he was a kid."
Xie Suling glanced into Ji Wenqing's arms and nodded in sympathy: "Don't say it, it really is."
After Ji Shaoheng came back after paying the bill, he saw two little guys who hadn't opened their eyes and felt itchy: "Mom, hug me."
Tongtong was five years old before he knew about her existence. When she was a child, he had never held her by her hand.
Although Nuno had held him before when he was a baby, he wanted to know how it felt to hold his daughter.
Xie Suling handed the child to him, and he assuredly told: "Be careful, hold her head, be careful..."
Ji Shaoheng took it cautiously in his arms, and his heart was full of excitement, more exciting than Ji Jinchuan who was a father.
He looked down at the still-closed, crumpled little baby girl, thinking to himself: When Tongtong was born, should it be the same?
Xie Suling asked Ji Yangkun: "Have you thought about your child's name?"
Ji Yangkun shook his head with a sad expression on his face: "I turned the book all over, and I didn't expect a good name."
Xie Suling looked at Ji Jinchuan beside the bed: "Jinchuan..."
Ji Jinchuan frowned, "Can you be quiet, you need to recuperate."
Several people quickly closed their mouths, teasing the children to play, but did not speak again.
After Shen Youran had just given birth to a child, Ji Jinchuan naturally couldn't get out of last year's meeting. If he didn't go, Ji Shaoheng had to go, so Ji Shaoheng stayed in the hospital for an hour and left.