NovelAppChapter 122 Pink Or Blue Lysander furrowed her brows.
She had thought that Harry would stir up strouble first. Unexpectedly, the first to cause a scene was her mother, Helen Brooks.
As soon as Lysander led Lynn into the ward, they could hear the voice of a middle-aged woman even through. the closed window.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"If all else fails, why not offer the doctor a little gift? What problem can't that solve? You are just too young and inexperienced in the ways of the world. In this day and age, who would help you without a little. incentive?" A gift? Lysander looked to Lynn for answers, but Lynn, utterly bewildered, could only shake her head in response. Lysander cleared her throat subtly, then gently pushed open the door to the ward.
Upon entering, she saw Priscilla who was pale and hugging her blanket. She looked like a broken puppet, devoid of spirit. Only when she saw her cin did a faint glimmer of life return to her eyes. "Lysander." "Do you feel any better?" The corners of Priscilla's lips twitched slightly. "A little." "Oh, so you're the doctor in charge of treating Priscilla, right?" Helen greeted warmly, eagerly grabbing Lysander's hand.
Her hand was slender and bony, but it held a surprising strength. Her grip was so tight that it caused Lysander sdiscomfort.
This discomfort wasn't merely due to pressure, however. It resembled more of a piercing sensation from a sharp object on the palm, resulting in intense pain.
She had something hidden in the palm of her hand.
It was a rectangular object and was somewhat thick Lysander wanted to pull her hand away, but Helen gave her a mischievous smile. She placed her other hand on top of Lysander's, patting the back of her hand gently. "Doctor, there are sthings we'd like to understand." Lysander began to sense it She laughed softly without any change in her expression, pulling her hand back with force. "Feel free to ask anything you want to know as long as it's something we can disclose. We'll tell the expectant mother and her family truthfully." Helen chuckled. "Of course, of course. I've been setting up a nursery at hlately, but I can't decide on the color of the bedding. Doctor, what do you think? Should I go for pink or blue? Upon hearing that, Lynn immediately understood and swiftly gave Lysander a knowing look. Chapter 122 Pink Or Blue Having worked in the obstetrics and gynecology department for so many years, naturally, Lysander understood as well.
"Any will do. The color doesn't really matter. But it would be best if it's pure cotton. It's breathable and better for the child's skin." Helen was initially taken aback, but then she chuckled knowingly. "As expected of Central Hospital, the doctors here are truly exceptional." As she spoke, she pulled something from her pocket and rubbed it against the palm of her hand once more.
Although it was just paper, the increasing thickness made its edges all the more piercing against the skin, causing Lysander to wince in pain.
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Helen held her tightly with both hands, her face already showing a hint of disdain and mockery. Letel ask you another question, then.
Should we raise this child to be strong and assertive, or gentle and considerate?" "It's about balancing toughness and tenderness, but it also depends on the child's own personality."
"So, when I share the news with relatives, should I say we're blessed with a precious son, or we're blessed with a priceless daughter?" Lynn couldn't hold back anymore and interjected, "Just as long as you don't say you're blessed to be a father."
Lysander looked back at her, a hint of annoyance in her eyes. Lynn, in m response, lowered her gaze and playfully stuck out her tongue. Helen glanced at Lynn and let out a chuckle, "Oh, I see, there's another person here. I should prepare two portions, right?" Lynn was clueless about what Lysander was pressing in the palm of her hand. She asked in a somewhat dazed manner, "Two portions?" X
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