An hour later, Dr. Zhao entered the delivery room with his assistant and nurse.
He Jingyao saw Dr. Zhao's figure, and his pupils slightly contracted.
Zhixi felt that the hand he was tightly holding suddenly became scorching hot.
She couldn't help but smile, "Jingyao, don't be afraid."
The man's Adam's apple moved, and he lifted her hand to his lips, giving it a gentle kiss.
Then he looked at Dr. Zhao, "I want to enter the operating room, is that okay?"
Zhixi was startled, "Better not!"
He Jingyao gave her a warning look, then looked at Dr. Zhao inquiringly.
Dr. Zhao smiled helplessly, "In theory, it is possible, but I do not recommend you stay in the operating room. Mr. He, if you have any discomfort during the surgery, we will have to divide our attention and staff to take care of you."
He Jingyao's face looked a bit unpleasant, "I won't."
