Giving Birth In A Mental Hospital

"Don't—"

A hoarse and miserable scream echoed down the empty hallway of the psychiatric hospital, coming from the electric shock room.

A thin woman lay on the electric shock bed, her face pale, her nine-month pregnant belly swollen and high.

Her forehead was covered in sweat, her damp hair sticking to her skin. She screamed in pain, struggling desperately, but her hands and feet were tightly chained. Her wrists were already covered in blood.

The electric current kept increasing, and the pain spread through her whole body. Wan Yiran's consciousness became blurry.

"I won't let you die. I put you here to torture you, to make you suffer everything Wan'er suffered. This is your retribution!"

A man's cold and heartless voice echoed in her mind. Wan Yiran cried out in despair, tears rolling down her face.

Fu Xichen personally sent her to the intensive care unit of the psychiatric hospital—just to make her remember how she had 'harmed' Su Wan!

Wan Yiran closed her eyes in pain. Her long eyelashes were completely wet with tears.

She never harmed Su Wan!

Su Wan was injured in a car accident but suddenly accused her of drunk driving and running her over.

The most ridiculous thing was that Fu Xichen believed her without a doubt. No matter how much she explained, he refused to listen.

In court, Fu Xichen stayed calm while the lawyer pushed for harsher charges against her, determined to send her to prison.

Her own parents even begged on their knees, hoping to save her from being locked up. She thought he had softened his heart.

But then, when she found out Su Wan's liver was damaged from the accident, Fu Xichen suddenly locked her up instead—imprisoning her, a nine-month pregnant woman, just to slowly torture her.

She was his newlywed wife!

Painful memories flooded her mind like a tide, drowning her.

Wan Yiran gasped for breath, curling up helplessly.

"Increase the electric current!"

"If we continue, she might have a miscarriage," the doctor hesitated.

Wan Yiran stretched her hands forward, trying desperately to protect her belly.

"Please, let me go… My baby is due in a month."

The person in charge, dressed in a white coat, sneered at her pleading voice.

"Let you go? Mr. Fu specifically told us to 'take good care of you.'"

He turned to the hesitant doctor and ordered, "Increase the electric current."

Take good care of her…

Wan Yiran's heart grew colder and colder, her whole body freezing.

What did she do wrong? Why would Fu Xichen treat her and their child like this?

The electric current grew stronger. Wan Yiran's vision blurred.

"Something's wrong! Her heartbeat is dropping—"

Before the doctor could even check the monitor, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

"Her amniotic fluid broke! She's going into labor!"

The person in charge blocked the doctors who tried to help her.

"Don't save her. If she dies, she dies. That's what Mr. Fu wants."

Wan Yiran heard this and smiled bitterly.

She had loved the wrong person. She loved him so much, but he hated her to the bone.

"Mr. Fu didn't say to get rid of the child! That baby carries the Fu family blood. If something happens while we're in charge, we're finished!"

Taking advantage of the hesitation, the doctor quickly pushed Wan Yiran into the emergency room.

The lights flickered. The medical equipment was old. Large beads of sweat dripped down the doctor's forehead as his hand trembled while holding the scalpel.

"Miss Wan, we have no anesthesia. You'll have to endure the pain if you want your child to survive."

Cold surgical tools touched her body. Wan Yiran clenched the bedsheet tightly, her face nearly transparent from pain. The unbearable tearing sensation overwhelmed her. She lost consciousness. Her cracked lips trembled as she whispered, "Save… the child…"

After five hours of painful surgery, a loud cry finally rang through the operating room.

The doctor took off his mask and reported urgently, "It's twins, but… only one survived. The other was stillborn. Also, the patient has postpartum hemorrhage. The situation is critical!"

The person in charge's expression darkened. He never expected Wan Yiran to actually give birth.

Miss Su had ordered that no survivors be left behind.

"Give me the baby. I'll take it to Mr. Fu. As for her… don't bother with whether she lives or dies."

The doctor clenched his teeth as he watched the man walk away with the baby. Then, he turned and hurried back into the operating room.

Four Years Later

In the warehouse of the mental hospital, there was an old rusty iron bed.

Creak—

The broken door was pushed open.

A doctor approached. Wan Yiran, who had been lifeless for so long, suddenly had a strange light in her dull eyes.

"This is today's medicine, and also… a photo of your little treasure."

The doctor placed a stack of photos on the bed. Wan Yiran grabbed them excitedly, gently stroking the images of the soft, chubby baby. Tears streamed down her face.

Four years ago, after her surgery, she was barely alive.

But in the end, both she and her baby survived.

The baby had gone into shock at birth. The doctors took pity on her and secretly smuggled the child out of the hospital to raise him in secret.

She, on the other hand, had suffered severe injuries from the electric shock and needed medication just to stay alive.

But for the sake of her child, she endured those four painful years.

"Tomorrow, I'll take you away."

The doctor's voice was firm.

"I told them you have a serious contagious disease. They're afraid of getting infected, so they agreed to let me take you for 'treatment.' When the time comes, I'll find another excuse..."

Wan Yiran's eyes filled with tears.

"Thank you."

The next day, she stepped out of the mental hospital.

Even now, she couldn't believe she was free.

But the pain in her heart only deepened, like a spiderweb spreading inside her.

Fu Xichen was poison—

A love that choked her and left her covered in scars.

"Mummy, hug me!"

A small figure rushed toward her on unsteady legs, throwing himself into her arms.

"The doctor said Mummy was sick and couldn't come to see me… The other kids say I'm an orphan because I don't have a mommy…"

His voice was soft, his little hands tightly wrapped around her neck as if afraid she would disappear again.

Wan Yiran's heart ached.

She had missed so much of her child's life.

"Don't be afraid, my baby. From now on, Mummy will always be with you."

"Really?"

"Really."

His bright little eyes filled with happiness. He kissed her cheek, then rubbed his soft, chubby face against hers.

"Mummy smells good."

Wan Yiran gently patted Little Treasure's back as he fell asleep in her arms.

That night, she made a decision.

She had to leave.

This city was too dangerous.

Her child was her only reason to live.

If Fu Xichen ever found out about Little Treasure, he would definitely take him away.

As the car drove through the city, Wan Yiran looked out at the familiar yet unfamiliar streets.

A giant billboard caught her eye.

With just one glance, her blood ran cold.