The words "water broke" exploded like a thunderclap.
Ever since Lu Qingqing became pregnant, Fu Yisheng had frequently studied childbirth knowledge, and he naturally understood that water breaking meant impending labor.
He looked down and indeed saw that a large part of Lu Qingqing's dress was soaked. Without thinking, he jumped to his feet, "Qingqing, lie down. I'll elevate your lower body. Don't move around. We'll head to the hospital right away!"
The busier he got, the calmer he became, issuing orders one by one.
The roasted goose was out of the question now. Before Lu Qingqing lay down, she gazed longingly at the roasted goose on the table, swallowing hard.
Seeing this, Qin Wanyang chuckled, tucked her hair behind her ear, and said gently, "You won't necessarily give birth as soon as we get to the hospital. I'll have someone send you the freshest dishes. You'll need to eat well to have the strength for childbirth."
