Rebirth in 1986: Unforgettable Regrets novel Chapter 882

Chapter 882: Chapter 882: Like a Little Monkey

He only has this one direct grandson.

"Mr. Meng, there’s still medication to administer." The accompanying doctor intended for Meng Siyu to rest on the hospital bed, but at this moment, Meng Siyu got off the helicopter and headed straight for the maternity ward on the third floor. He remembered clearly the location of the maternity ward from accompanying Tang Yue for check-ups before.

Outside the maternity ward, Zhang Hualian and Mo Xiaolin were anxiously waiting.

Inside the maternity ward, unlike other women giving birth, screaming and shouting, it was quiet, so quiet that it made his heart very uneasy.

When Mr. Meng and the others arrived, Zhang Hualian and the others were slightly surprised, especially since Meng Siyu was still wearing a patient’s gown.

"Si Yu." Mo Xiaolin’s eyes instantly reddened upon seeing Meng Siyu. Holding his hand, she said, "It’s good that you’re safe, it’s good that you’re safe. Don’t worry, Xiao Yue is still inside giving birth, and she’ll be safe too."

"Mom." Meng Siyu, having been in a coma,

had just woken up after so long, traveled by plane, and now looked even more weak.

"How are things?" The elderly Mr. Meng, having stayed up most of the night without sleep, also felt somewhat tired and sat down unceremoniously on a chair beside him.

"Dad, she’s still giving birth, please sit for a bit."

Mo Xiaolin spoke with anxiety and worry, as there was no sound coming from the maternity ward.

Just as Meng Siyu reached the entrance of the maternity ward, a cry came from inside.

’Waa~’

The baby’s cry was loud and clear.

"That’s great, finally she’s given birth." Zhang Hualian let out a deep sigh of relief and then noticed Meng Siyu, who was almost pressed against the door of the maternity ward. He was wearing a patient’s gown, and the needle in his hand seemed freshly removed with the blood not yet stopped.

The joy Zhang Hualian just felt was immediately replaced by shock.

"Si Yu, you should tend to your wound first." Zhang Hualian quickly said.

Mo Xiaolin, as a mother, felt heartache for both Tang Yue and her son, who had just awakened from a coma and rushed to the hospital as soon as possible.

Yet, no matter how anyone persuaded him, Meng Siyu refused to leave.

After a while, the baby was brought out— a boy, weighing five pounds and one ounce, not chubby but not skinny either. Wrapped in a small blanket, his skin was red and wrinkled, so delicate that Meng Siyu was afraid to even touch him, fearing he might break.

Mo Xiaolin held the boy, her words full of gratitude toward Tang Yue.

Mr. Meng and Meng Jin came forward to look at the child in Mo Xiaolin’s arms. Mr. Meng was delighted to have a great-grandson, and Meng Jin felt a very special sentiment—this was his grandson.

Wrinkled, like a little monkey.

Years later, the little monkey would become the one who gave Meng Jin the most headache—smart, mischievous, yet sensible, often making Meng Jin love and hate him.

The second cry, weaker than the first, soon followed, and the nurse brought out the baby—a girl, weighing four pounds and nine ounces, lighter than her brother.

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