The Imperial Physician In A CEO's Childbirth Novel (Transmigration) - Chapter 1

Men can give birth.

This is a false proposition.

First of all, males do not possess the uterus, which is a vital organ necessary for nurturing a fetus. Furthermore, the process of nurturing a new life is exceedingly complex.

Endocrine regulation, sperm production and transportation, and other physiological links are all intimately connected to the male’s physical structure and functions.

The shadowless lamp cast a cold, white, focused beam.

After the anesthesiologist diligently confirmed that the epidural block had taken effect, Yu Se used iodine cotton balls to perform a circular disinfection from the inside out along the predetermined incision line.

Subsequently, the nurse laid out the surgical drapes layer by layer, exposing a surgical area of approximately fifteen by twenty centimeters on the lower abdomen.

Using a pencil-grip scalpel technique, Yu Se precisely separated the subcutaneous fat layer, while hemostatic forceps quickly and agilely clamped the tiny bleeding points.

His first assistant, Wang Qi, cooperated with exceptional precision, pulling and separating the muscle fibers to expose the pale yellow peritoneum.

“Entering the abdominal cavity.”

Under the illumination of the shadowless lamp, the smooth muscle wall of the lower uterine segment emitted a unique, soft luster.

Yu Se deftly inserted two fingers into the uterine cavity, and the moment he spread the incision, amniotic fluid mixed with vernix caseosa was promptly suctioned away by the aspirator.

“I have already seen the fetal head.” The obstetrical nurse nimbly wrapped the fetal head and carefully applied gentle traction.

The baby smoothly slipped out from the uterus. Having undergone seven months of gestation, it was relatively mature. Because it was a premature infant, the child’s cries were not loud, appearing somewhat aggrieved instead. After a simple cleanup by the obstetrical nurse, the baby was placed into an incubator for observation.

The instrument nurse’s counting of the gauze interwove with the regular ticking of the anesthesia monitor.

The operating table was a battlefield, and yet another battle where life and death coexisted had come to an end.

Yu Se’s suturing technique was renowned in the industry for being fast and efficient, displaying a decisiveness rarely seen among practitioners.

Or perhaps one could call it a rare ruthlessness.

He glanced briefly at the yellowish-faced father-to-be lying across the surgical table, not feeling a sense of grounded relief until the child inside the patient’s belly arrived with a healthy cry.

It was only then that Yu Se experienced a bizarre sense of reality.

So I really did transmigrate.

Yu Se was originally a male obstetrician at a Grade A hospital. In a department dominated by women, aside from high-intensity surgical tasks, he also needed to resolve various complications during the birth process and deal with the distrust and questioning of patients and their families.

After performing seventeen surgeries back-to-back in a single day, he tragically died of sudden cardiac arrest.

He was twenty-eight years old.

Then, he was reborn and transmigrated into the world of an unknown, melodramatic Boy’s Love novel.

The reason he did not remember the title of the novel was because Yu Se was either performing surgeries or writing research reports every day. He lacked interest in any form of entertainment, including browsing social media videos or attending parties, as these activities failed to generate any sense of excitement in him.

The reason he knew this novel belonged to the Boy’s Love category was that the plot was heavily saturated with stimulating scenes of romance between men.

It was also because he vaguely felt he might be a natural gay man, though he simply never had the time to specifically verify it.

The reasoning remained the same as above.

He spent his nights busy watching obstetrical medical documentaries or writing medical papers.

Overall, Yu Se did not believe he had been granted a second life because he had relied on his superb skills to help hundreds of infants survive and enter this world.

Rather, it was to tackle firsthand one of the most astonishing events in human history: male reproduction.

Yu Se glanced once more at the young man who had just given birth to a healthy infant.

Well, male, twenty-three years old, even younger than himself by a few years, an extraordinary individual whose uterus had fully matured.

This medical miracle of a being was currently lying quietly on the hospital bed, his complexion so pale that it was entirely devoid of any trace of the joy of newly found fatherhood.

He did not even ask a single question about how the child was doing.

He merely lay there in a daze, like a puppet that had lost all sensation.

Yu Se was completely different.

An unprecedented brilliance flickered in the depths of his eyes. Yu Se knew full well that he was standing at a turning point in medical history.

This young pregnant father not only broke the conventions of the natural world, but might also become one of the most important milestones in the history of human reproduction.

Yu Se pondered silently to himself: how on earth did such a physique, such a miracle, come to be? Was it a genetic mutation, or was it caused by some unknown environmental factor?

He was determined to uncover the secret of male childbirth and pioneer an entirely new path for human reproductive science.

Until the obstetrical nurse walked over and mentioned something to him, “Dr. Yu, outside the operating room.”

Ah.

If she hadn’t brought up the outside, it would have been fine.

That budding ambition of Yu Se’s was instantly extinguished.

He instructed the nurse to first transfer the patient out through the side door of the operating room, along with the baby in the incubator.

Then, bringing his first assistant, Wang Qi, he hurried toward the exterior of the operating room.

The electric airtight door slowly slid open, revealing a bizarre scene in the corridor.

One would typically not encounter a large number of personal bodyguards in the real world, but in melodramatic novels, personal bodyguards were a basic standard configuration for wealthy families.

At the center of a dozen burly personal bodyguards stood a glamorous, middle-aged woman. Her features were exquisite, as flawless as if sculpted by an artist, and her brows emitted an undeniable majesty. She was attired in a gorgeous silk long dress, the hem inlaid with dazzling jewels that gleamed brilliantly under the lights.

Whether it was her makeup or her accessories, everything unmistakably proclaimed her extraordinary status and standing.

She clearly looked like someone who had rushed over on the spot from some high-end banquet.

Seeing the chief surgeon emerge, the noblewoman walked straight over and asked, “Has it been born? Boy or girl?”

Yu Se: “.”

This wasn’t the first time he had encountered such a blunt inquiry.

The noblewoman continued, “That is right, today is my stepson’s engagement banquet. That little wretch Bai Feng found out and threw a tantrum, threatening to run away from home. I believe he did it completely on purpose, probably wanting to stir up some drama just to ruin Yunchen’s engagement banquet.”

Yu Se heard her mutter quietly at the end, “As if he is worthy of being the young master of the Lu family. Merely the son of a chauffeur, and the child he gave birth to is nothing more than a nameless, illegitimate bastard.”

Uh.

People often said that the inside and outside of an operating room was a watershed, witnessing the sorrow of flesh and blood being torn apart, life and death hanging in the balance, shattered family bonds, and all the diverse flavors of human life.

Melodramatic novels certainly originated from life, but the melodrama of certain plots had to surpass life.

When transmigrating into the book, Yu Se’s mind had vaguely flashed through certain plot points, and knowing the other party’s vile intentions, he removed his surgical mask and said with exceptional grief, “I am sorry, Mrs. Lu.”

“The child could not be saved.”

The woman addressed as Mrs. Lu wore a look of utter astonishment, but quickly returned to normal. After all, it was a lowly person using lowly methods to conceive a lowly child.

If this matter were to leak out, it could entirely become a stain on the Lu family’s reputation.

Besides, Lu Yunchen was already engaged, and the child born to Bai Feng would immediately be sent to an orphanage, only to be found later under the pretense of adoption.

As for Bai Feng, a sum of money would probably be needed to dismiss him cleanly.

She had originally intended to trick Bai Feng into believing the child had died so he would give up sooner. Now that she thought about it, it was quite a headache anyway, so having the child truly dead was much cleaner.

Mrs. Lu said, “Dr. Yu, regarding your…”

Oh.

Yu Se only liked to shut his doors and focus on research every day, but he had actually been a doctor for four years, dealing with thousands of families and possessing a certain level of social communication skills.

“Death certificates and the like are completely unnecessary for Mrs. Lu to worry about.”

After all, the entire private hospital belonged to Yu Se.

Even though it was only two floors, over a thousand square meters, with two attending physicians and six medical staff members.

Compared to ordinary transmigrators, he was truly much luckier, successfully inheriting a small private obstetrical hospital the moment he opened his eyes.

Mrs. Lu extended her right hand, and a bodyguard respectfully handed over a checkbook. She casually scribbled a string of numbers on it, lowering her voice to instruct, “Today’s matter…”

Ah, I understand.

Yu Se said, “I know what to say.”

“No, you do not know.” Mrs. Lu tore off the check page, handed it to Yu Se, her eyes flashing with a cruel, bloody glint. “My meaning is, should anyone come looking, can you issue two death certificates?”

Let Bai Feng “die” as well; since his child was gone, he no longer had any leverage.

Yu Se: I still underestimated the madness of this world.

Mrs. Lu stated, “I must hurry back to the engagement ceremony. I leave the rest for you to handle.”

Yu Se and Wang Qi stood at attention, respectfully seeing her off as she hurried away.

Wang Qi made a sharp critique, “The most venomous weapon is a woman’s heart, tsk tsk tsk.”

“Alright, stop marveling, quickly go check on the baby’s condition,” Yu Se calmly instructed.

Wang Qi was one of the only two attending physicians at Kangji Private Obstetrical Hospital, as well as Yu Se’s apprentice and first assistant.

Yu Se had died of overwork in the real world, so after entering the novel world, he had figured it out: living a second life meant trying his best to live a little more easily based on his existing experience.

Therefore, he and his hospital only targeted cases from wealthy families like Mrs. Lu.

And they only accepted male patients.

They had already taken on two cases so far.

Wang Qi glanced at the numbers on the check and clicked his tongue, “Two million, Master, your lies are truly valuable.”

“What do you know?!” Yu Se tossed the check to him. “Saving a life accumulates more merit than building a seven-story pagoda.”

In truth, Yu Se was not intentionally lying about the child being gone.

Leaving aside how the novel’s plot was structured, did Mrs. Lu look like someone who would treat a child well?

Moreover, Bai Feng’s condition was even more worrisome.

He instructed Wang Qi, “Keep a close eye on Mr. Bai, preferably having someone accompany him twenty-four hours a day, and tell the kitchen to boil a pot of thick radish soup for him to drink post-delivery to help pass gas.”

Wang Qi nodded, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes, “Master, will this radish soup actually work? He looks like his condition is not too great.”

Yu Se praised, “As expected of my beloved apprentice, your observation skills have improved linearly. Go get it done quickly, can my ancestral secret recipe possibly be wrong?”

Wang Qi said no more and turned away to make the arrangements.

Standing outside the hospital ward and looking through the glass window at the man inside—whose face was pale yet whose eyes remained tightly shut, stubbornly refusing to look at the child—Yu Se sighed.

He knew the lie he had told might bring some trouble to this man, but there was no helping it.

He couldn’t just stand by and watch him abandon such a cute child simply because his lovelorn brain had collapsed, could he?

The radish soup was ready, and Wang Qi personally brought it over, carefully feeding it to Bai Feng.

At first, Bai Feng was somewhat resistant, but under the repeated persuasion of Yu Se and Wang Qi, he reluctantly drank a few sips.

Unexpectedly, the radish soup actually had some effect. Not long after drinking it, Bai Feng felt his stomach rumbling loudly, a wave of gas churning through his body.

He finally opened his eyes, looking toward the two doctors nearby. A dim, murky light flickered in his gaze, though he still remained silent.

Yu Se opened his phone, and displayed a photo of the newborn baby lying inside the incubator to Bai Feng, saying, “Although the child came into this cruel world a little over seven months premature, he is very strong. Now, as long as he is given a mouthful of food, he can grow up healthy and strong, becoming a lively little angel and the person in this world who loves you the most.”

“Look at him, how much he resembles you! These eyes, eyebrows, nose, and mouth are carved from the exact same mold as Mr. Bai.”

“Tell me, shall we feed him formula milk, or your own paternal milk?”

Yu Se patiently questioned him step by step.

“Or alternatively, if you do not want this child, I happen to have a few couples who have registered to adopt and are constantly waiting in line. They are all wealthy, powerful, and respectable people who will not mistreat the child.”