Chapter 225: Triple Birth Joy – The Multiple-Birth Guide Solves the Dilemma

Zhao Jianguo was sitting on the Chair, still holding that communicator in his hands. The countdown on the Screen kept ticking, the red numbers bouncing as if urging death. His eyes stared at the Data Stream, his fingers lightly tapping the side. Outside, a car light swept by, and the shadow on the wall flickered.

The phone in his pocket rang at that moment.

It wasn't the communicator, but an ordinary phone. The ringtone was sharp and urgent, ringing three times in a row. He froze for a second before reacting, pulled it out and saw it was a call from the hospital.

"Mr. Zhao, Su Qing's water has broken; she's being rushed to the delivery room now, you must come immediately."

He said nothing, first lowering his head to glance at the communicator. The power was plugged in securely, the signal stable, the system running normally. He pressed the mute button again, flipped the device over and clipped it onto the table. After doing that, he stood up and walked out.

When the car started, the sky was still not fully bright. The street was empty, the streetlights dimmed one after another. One hand gripped the steering wheel, the other kept feeling his pocket to confirm the mobile phone was still there.

At the hospital, the corridor lights were blindingly white. He hurried to the delivery room door, and just as he stood still, a System Prompt suddenly popped up.

【Detected high-concentration familial affection fluctuation, activating the 'Multiple Birth Parenting Guide' module】

A translucent interface floated before him, automatically unfolding a three‑dimensional map. Feeding times, sleep cycles, diaper‑changing frequencies were all listed, even a cry‑analysis. He stared at it for a few seconds, and his shoulders gradually relaxed.

It turned out that, at this moment, technology could also bring peace of mind.

The delivery room door opened and closed, nurses coming and going. He sat outside waiting, his palms a little sweaty. His mind was still turning over the Virus matter, but his ears kept listening to the sounds inside.

After a little over an hour, the door opened again. A nurse emerged holding three small bundles, handing them to him one by one.

"Eldest, second, third, all fine."

He fumbled to catch them, almost failing to support them. The three children were tiny clumps, their faces wrinkled, eyes closed. He cradled one with his left hand, the other two stacked together in his right, his body refusing to move for fear of dropping them.

As he adjusted his posture, his wrist suddenly tightened.

The youngest somehow woke, lifted his little hand and grabbed the watch on Zhao Jianguo's left wrist. His strength was small, but the grip was firm. The smart watch gave a slight vibration and emitted a short prompt tone.

Zhao Jianguo jerked his head up, his first reaction to check whether the system had raised an alarm.

The Screen was completely normal, the log showing only a skin‑contact trigger. He exhaled in relief, lowered his head to look at the child. The youngest grinned at him, as if smiling.

"You really aren't afraid of this thing," he said, "while others avoid it, you come right up to it."

At that moment, a voice came from inside the delivery room.

Su Qing leaned on the bed, her complexion pale, sweat covering her forehead, yet the corners of her mouth lifted. Seeing him standing there holding the three children, flustered, she whispered, "Give the children names… with a hint of your era's flavor."

He thought for a moment, looking at the three little faces, pointing at each in turn.

"The eldest is named Zhao Xing, taken from the stars and the sea."

"The second is named Zhao Chen, the thread of time."

He paused, looking at the youngest still clutching the watch.

"The youngest is named Zhao Yang, like light breaking dawn."

Su Qing nodded, closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, there was light in them.

"Zhao Yang… a rather bright name."

The words barely left his mouth when the system in his mind sounded a prompt.

【Naming complete, parent‑child bond established, genetic excellence confirmed at 99%, reward 'Parent‑Child Interaction Holographic Tutorial'】

A soft beam of light poured down from above, forming a tiny humanoid silhouette in the air. It gestured reaching out, patting backs, shaking, demonstrating how to lull a baby to sleep, how to guide them to track a light source, and how simple phonetics can stimulate language development.

Zhao Jianguo looked up, one arm still steadily supporting the child.

The tutorial lasted less than a minute before vanishing. He lowered his head to glance at the watch, then at the youngest. The child's hand was still on the strap, fingertips twitching slightly, as if feeling for something.

He gently lifted the watch off and set it aside.

"You're now the dad of three children," Su Qing tugged his sleeve, "don't always be thinking about big matters."

He sat on the bedside, grasping her hand. The hand was soft and cool.

"This time it's a small matter," he said, "but also the biggest."

The outside began to brighten.

The wind slipped in through the half‑open window, carrying a hint of moisture. The first spring breeze of 1985 brushed the eaves, a corner of the curtain lifted, sunlight poured in, falling on the three little faces.

The eldest slightly wrinkled his nose, the second moved his mouth, and the youngest suddenly lifted his hand, reaching toward the light.

Zhao Jianguo followed his motion with his gaze.

The sunlight struck the window frame just right, reflecting a faint halo.

He was about to speak when the system sounded again.

【Civilization inheritance chain preliminarily formed, recommend strengthening family protection system】

He didn't move, nor did he answer.

He simply drew the three children closer to his chest, holding them tighter.

A nurse pushed the door in, holding a registration form.

"Have the names been decided?" she asked, "We need to fill out the birth certificates."

Zhao Jianguo nodded.

"Zhao Xing, Zhao Chen, Zhao Yang."

The nurse bent her head to write, the pen tip scratching.

Su Qing rested with her eyes closed, breathing evenly. The three children were all sound asleep, their chests rising gently.

He sat on the bedside, one hand supporting the eldest's swaddle, the other hand resting on the bedside rail. His gaze occasionally flicked to the watch, confirming the system was still running.

Footsteps came from outside the door, growing nearer.

It was another nurse, carrying a tray with three newborn identification tags. She entered, placed the tags on the nightstand, the metal tags clinking crisply.

Zhao Jianguo glanced at them.

The three tags lay side by side, numbered 001, 002, 003 respectively.

The youngest suddenly hummed, his little hand trembling, and grabbed his sleeve again.

He looked down at him.

The child's brows furrowed slightly, his mouth moved as if about to dream.

The wind blew again, and the curtains swayed.

Sunlight shifted, shining on the three plaques on the nightstand.

The plaque numbered 003 reflected a brief glint of light.