klisemfg Chapter 183 The Good-for-Nothing × The Innocent Little Tyrant 22
Chapter 183 The Good-for-Nothing × The Innocent Little Tyrant 22
With the whole family's full attention, the four babies stayed until full term before being ready to be born.
Most multiple births are premature, but Ji Xiaosong didn't plan to let them come out so early.
Even if they can stay in her belly for just one more day, she has ways to ensure their safe survival.
Production day
At three o'clock in the morning, countless searchlights suddenly lit up the west wing of the Jiang family's old residence.
A surveillance network composed of 36 drones cuts the night sky into a diamond-shaped grid of light.
Jiang Yao ripped off his tie, burst open the delivery room door, and was greeted by his mother holding a gilded incense burner and reciting the Ksitigarbha Sutra. The ashes of the incense fell softly onto her custom-made cheongsam, which was embroidered with the full text of the Diamond Sutra.
"Abnormal waveform in the third group of fetal heart rate monitor!"
A domestic science expert suddenly shouted loudly.
In the projection, the emerald-colored light spots representing the quadruplets flickered wildly.
Grandpa Jiang slammed his dragon-headed cane heavily onto the ground, and the sandalwood medicine boxes covering the entire wall popped open with a "whoosh." Forty descendants of traditional Chinese medicine families, carrying slices of thousand-year-old wild ginseng, strode in one after another.
"Step aside!"
Ji Xiaosong shook off the nurse's hand that was supporting her, her sweaty black hair sticking to her snow-white neck.
She grabbed the silk ribbons binding the sides of the delivery bed with her backhand. These were fragments of a wedding bed curtain from a certain dynasty, which the Jiang family had specially borrowed from the national palace.
"Tell the anesthesiologist I don't need an epidural..."
Suddenly, a crackling sound came from Jiang's father's walkie-talkie: "Report! Seven media helicopters have been spotted three kilometers outside the house!"
"shoot down."
Jiang's father loosened his tie, revealing a knife scar on his neck. The cannons of twenty armored vehicles were raised simultaneously. "Use electromagnetic interference rounds. Don't let any noise frighten the young mistress."
In the delivery room, Jiang Yao's hoarse voice suddenly rang out: "Xiao Song's hand is bleeding!"
Everyone looked over in horror and saw that Ji Xiaosong's fingernails were digging deeply into her palms, and beads of blood were dripping down the golden railing of the delivery bed.
The Buddhist prayer beads in Jiang's mother's hand snapped with a "crack," and the jade beads rolled all over the ground: "Quickly, bring me some old mine jade paste from the US!"
"Shut up, everyone!"
Ji Xiaosong suddenly sat up, and the collar of her blood-stained hospital gown revealed the ancestral jade lock of the Jiang family.
She bit down on the Hetian jade chew stick Jiang Yao handed her, her eyes gleaming: "Is Fourth Brother stuck in the birth canal? Give me an acupuncture kit!"
Before the foreign doctors in the room could react, Ji Xiaosong had already snatched the silver needles and inserted them into the Sanyinjiao acupoint.
The fourth emerald dot of light, which had been stationary on the projection screen, suddenly burst into a dazzling light, and the midwife screamed with delight:
"The young master's head has emerged!"
"Wow--"
When the first cry pierced the sky, the century-old bronze bell of the Jiang residence automatically rang nine times.
The Jiang family members guarding the outer hall knelt down in unison. Twenty clan elders, holding four volumes of gold-leafed family genealogy, shouted loudly:
"The four dragons have returned to their rightful place; may the heavens bless the Jiang family!"
As Jiang Yao trembled as he cut the fourth umbilical cord, he suddenly noticed that the carpet under the delivery bed was soaked with blood.
This capitalist, widely regarded as cold-blooded globally, instantly teared up: "We'll never have any more children, never again..."
"What a stupid thing to say."
Ji Xiaosong forced a smile across her pale lips, her fingertips lightly touching the teeth marks on her husband's hand. "Quickly, bring the children to me..."
Before the words were finished, the entire floor-to-ceiling bulletproof glass curtain wall suddenly descended, and four nannies, pushing an incubator, knelt on one knee: "Reporting to the young mistress, the eldest son weighs 5.2 jin and has already been injected with RS-customized immune protein!"
"The Second Young Master has exceptionally good cardiopulmonary function; the Royal Medical College of Country Y requests data collection!"
"The Third Young Master's iris is a rare glassy color, and the Jewelry Association is willing to donate a four-carat colored diamond to celebrate!"
"Fourth Young Master..."
The nanny suddenly choked up, "The fourth young master is holding onto the old man's dragon-headed cane and won't let go!"
Everyone laughed, and Old Master Jiang's hearty voice echoed in the delivery room: "Issue my master's order! Add the Armory option to the eldest grandson's first birthday celebration, and frame the newly purchased diamond mine map from NF Continent in gold!"
As dawn broke, the topic of the shocking birth of the four sons of the Jiang family immediately dominated global trending searches.
The drone fireworks display over the Jiang residence continued until noon, forming a four-line acrostic poem:
The country is forever solid, and the sun is ever bright.
Meanwhile, Ji Xiaosong, the new mother at the center of the storm, was resting her head on Jiang Yao's arm as she looked at the sheet music.
The screens around the delivery bed display real-time monitoring footage from the four nurseries. Each room's smart cradle is playing lullabies in different languages, and live performances by top international orchestras are gently vibrating through bone conduction headphones.
"Mommy's Little Superstars".
She kissed the newly received invitation to an international award, "When you're a little older, our whole family will shine on stage, okay?"
Jiang Yao teased her a bit, "You should take good care of yourself. Everyone else has four babies and they all have C-sections, but you're desperately trying to have a natural birth. Do you know how scared we are?"
In fact, Ji Xiaosong did not feel any pain, but with so many people watching her, if she really attracted too much attention, she would definitely be targeted, and then things would get complicated.
It's better to just act it out and let others believe that giving birth is actually not easy.
The Jiang family truly valued her, spoiling her and making her life luxurious and carefree.
Especially during the postpartum period, the pavilion on the east side of the Jiang family's old house was filled with a faint medicinal fragrance all day long, and the automatic shading dome filtered the scorching sun into the soft morning light of early spring.
Ji Xiaosong nestled in the comfortable "cocoon" woven from 270 airbags on the suspended bed, looking out at the medical team that was on standby 24 hours a day outside the glass curtain wall.
The jade pendant on her wrist suddenly warmed up. This was a signal from the nursery. It turned out that the smart cradle for the quadruplets was playing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star Variations," which Jiang Yao had recorded in advance.
"Young mistress should clear the Triple Burner Meridian."
Twelve young women from families of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners entered one by one, each carrying a jade Bian stone. Mother Jiang herself held a small gilded cup and squatted by the bedside.
Just as Ji Xiaosong finished drinking the soup mixed with thousand-year-old wild ginseng powder, the cool jade scraping board was placed on her lower back and traveled along the Ren and Du meridians. The gilded halo scraped out resonated with the bioelectric pulses at the bottom of the suspension bed.
She looked at her meridian chart on the electronic screen; the flowing amber-colored dots were slowly swallowing her stretch marks into tiny stardust.
Wearing a face mask, Jiang Yao suddenly flung open the carved wooden door and saw his wife being treated with acupuncture needles.
Thirty-six specially made acupuncture needles trembled and arranged into a constellation pattern on her snow-white skin.
The descendant of the old imperial physician dipped his fingertips in amber essential oil and slowly pushed it into the Zusanli acupoint, creating ripples.
"Didn't we agree that I would help you train your pelvic floor muscles?"
The new dad hurriedly put down his thermos filled with glacial water. His wristwatch projected an AI-generated 3D muscle model: "Look, today's contraction strength is 18.6% higher than yesterday..."
As dusk fell, the entire manor was suddenly filled with the symphony "Ode to Joy".
Wearing a Suzhou-style embroidered robe with phoenix patterns, Ji Xiaosong stepped into the hot spring pool made of white marble.
Floating on the water is a porcelain plate with ice-crack patterns from the Northern Song Dynasty official kiln, containing snow frog and bird's nest capsules just delivered by a molecular gastronomy chef.
The moment she bit into the edible gold leaf, the star map on the dome switched to the Orion constellation, and the anti-gravity device at the bottom of the pool regulated the water flow to be like amniotic fluid in the womb, pulsating rhythmically.
The restoration ceremony late at night on the seventh day was the most breathtaking.
When the abdominal binder made of aerospace materials tightened automatically for the 18th time, forty disciples of the Xuanmen sect held the Medicine Buddha Sutra and chanted it around the bed.
Jiang's father directed the drone to precisely sprinkle the medicinal bath solution into the hot spring pool.
Looking at her flat stomach in the mirror, Ji Xiaosong suddenly burst out laughing when Jiang's mother stuffed a smart pillow into her arms.
It turns out that hundreds of electronic love letters are hidden under the Suzhou embroidery brocade. By pressing and holding the third button, you can hear Jiang Yao's once-naive confession recording.
Before dawn under the full moon, Ji Xiaosong woke up to the slight undulation of the suspended bed.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine specially made drones are sending the quadruplets into space. Grandpa Jiang, leaning on his newly made jade dragon head cane, directs three hundred craftsmen to prepare various toys for the quadruplets.
Ji Xiaosong reached out and caught a ginkgo leaf that drifted into the window, and discovered that the veins of the leaf were actually etched with the footprints of four children using nanotechnology.
At that moment, Jiang Yao, carrying the scent of night dew, hugged her from behind: "The medical pod said your uterus recovered at a record-breaking speed. Postpartum recovery really does work."
Ji Xiaosong burst out laughing.
"Of course it's useful. I'm a celebrity, and I need to look beautiful in front of people anytime, anywhere."
When the world's most expensive postpartum care bill became a trending topic, Ji Xiaosong was lying in an aerospace material repair cabin, undergoing her final pelvic scan.
The RS country's custom-made anti-gravity device held her three inches off the ground in soft light, while the Jiang clan members knelt and offered the "Four Symbols Pregnancy Protection Ceremony," which piled up like a small mountain outside the bulletproof glass.
The cries coming from the nursery intertwined with the AI-generated lullaby, creating a wonderful harmony.
She looked at the flow of light from her meridians on the electronic screen, which was even more vigorous than before she gave birth.
Suddenly, she heard Grandpa Jiang's booming voice come through the doors: "Cut up the new diamond mine map from NF Continent! Reframe my grandson's diaper test report!"
Just then, a fine rain carrying the scent of sandalwood was sprinkled down from the dome. Amidst the sound of the rain, Ji Xiaosong smiled and fell into her husband's arms.
"Isn't everyone going a bit too far by doing this?"
Jiang Yao kissed Ji Xiaosong's forehead. "They are our children, and they can enjoy whatever life they live."