classifiedscript Chapter 470 I'm Going to Be a Father
Chapter 470 I'm Going to Be a Father
July 1st marked the official start of summer in Beijing.
The ginkgo trees in the villa area of the capital city have turned black with green, and the cicadas chirp from morning to night. Every day at two o'clock in the afternoon, the property management's sprinkler truck makes a round along the main road. The heat wave rising from the asphalt road can distort the air.
Fu Yibai moved his office from the 28th floor of Chenxi Building back to the study in his villa.
Every morning at nine o'clock sharp, Zhang Xinyu would deliver the documents that needed to be signed. Urgent documents were in red folders, and routine approvals were in blue folders, making it easy to see the pile of documents at a glance.
Zhao Qi and Wang Peng would make video calls if they needed to, and Fu Yibai would not return to the company unless absolutely necessary.
Yang Rong and Liu Yan are about to give birth.
The obstetrics team at the private hospital was on standby two weeks in advance.
Director Zhou personally led the team, which consisted of two attending obstetricians, four midwives, two anesthesiologists, and a pediatrics director. The team of twelve people worked in two shifts and were on call 24 hours a day.
The two VIP delivery rooms on the top floor have been set up. The walls are painted light beige, the curtains are double-layered blackout fabric, and there are fetal heart monitors and neonatal radiant warmers next to the beds. All the equipment was tested and adjusted in the last round at the end of June.
After Qi Yuan bought the hospital, Director Zhou's salary doubled, the core medical team all stayed, a third of the nurses were replaced, the departing group received N+3 compensation, and the new group was personally interviewed by Director Zhou, whose qualifications and skills were better than the original group.
The hospital's daily operations remain unchanged, but the allocation of resources to the obstetrics and gynecology and pediatrics departments has been significantly tilted, with two new 4D color ultrasound machines added and the blood bank's reserves doubled compared to before the acquisition.
Fu Yibai had only one requirement for Director Zhou: safety first, everything else is secondary.
On July 3, Fu Yibai brought Yang Rong and Liu Yan to the hospital.
The two VIP delivery rooms are right next to each other, separated by a sliding door that can be pushed open.
Yang Rong stayed in the room on the left, and Liu Yan stayed in the room on the right. Each of them was assigned a midwife to provide 24-hour care.
In addition to the standard medical equipment, the ward was furnished with a few home furnishings, making it very cozy and preventing the two women from feeling anxious.
On July 5, Li Hui carried two large insulated bags into the ward.
The insulated bag contained four insulated boxes: crucian carp and tofu soup, clear chicken soup, red date and longan porridge, and a small box of handmade dumplings.
She took out the insulated food containers one by one and arranged them in a row on the bedside table.
"Mom, there's too much, we can't finish it."
Yang Rong leaned against the headboard, looking at the row of insulated food containers, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"You're eating for two people now, it's not much."
Li Hui unscrewed the lid of the crucian carp soup, stirred it with a spoon, and handed it to Yang Rong only after confirming that the temperature was right.
"I simmered this soup for three hours; the fish bones have all dissolved. You have to finish it."
Liu Yan smiled with pursed lips beside her, and Li Hui turned her head and stared at her.
"Don't laugh. I saw that there was only half a bowl of porridge left yesterday."
I added walnuts and black sesame seeds to this porridge today; it tastes better than yesterday. You'd better finish it all.
Liu Yan's smile froze on her face.
Fu Yibai stood at the door of the ward, watching this scene, but did not go in.
Li Hui turned around, saw him, and waved to him.
"Go do your thing, we don't need you here."
"I'm not busy today."
"If you're not busy, don't just stand here and get in the way."
Fu Yibai didn't leave. He sat down on the sofa in the corner of the ward and picked up his phone to look at the weekly report sent by Zhao Qi.
On July 8, Yang Rong's mother flew from Baoshan to Beijing.
Zhang Xinyu went to the airport to pick up the person.
As Yang's mother dragged her suitcase out of the arrival gate, she saw Zhang Xinyu holding a welcome sign and quickly walked over.
"Auntie, the car is outside."
"Thank you for your hard work, Xiao Zhang."
The car drove to the hospital, and Yang's mother sat in the back seat, barely saying a word the whole way.
Upon arriving at the hospital, Zhang Xinyu led her to the top floor.
Yang's mother stood at the door of the ward for a few seconds before pushing the door open and going in.
Yang Rong was leaning against the headboard drinking soup when she saw her mother come in, and her spoon stopped in mid-air.
"mom."
Yang's mother walked to the bedside and sat down in the chair.
She glanced at her daughter's face, then at the row of insulated food containers on the bedside table, and finally her gaze fell on her daughter's prominently protruding belly.
"How are you feeling?"
"It's fine, the doctor said everything is normal."
"Where is he?"
"I went next door to see Yan Yan, I'll be back in a bit."
Yang's mother nodded without saying anything more.
She opened her suitcase and started taking things out of it.
"You said you wanted something sour last time, so I brought you some."
Hearing the noise, Fu Yibai pushed open the door and came over from next door.
"Mom, you're here."
"Um."
Yang's mother nodded.
Seeing Fu Yibai at the hospital with her daughter, the last bit of dissatisfaction in her heart dissipated.
After all, Fu Yibai was able to put aside his work and focus on spending time with Yang Rong and the others, which clearly showed that he truly cared about them.