Chapter 569: New Life
The Führer’s residence was a scene of great activity today. Doctors and nurses from the best hospitals rushed through the long corridors, carrying various instruments and equipment. Two elderly obstetricians were explaining the entire process of Mercedes’s delivery to the SS’s Heydrich and old Sir August.
“We have the world’s best induction nurses here. Head Nurse Ossel is an outstanding midwife with over a thousand successful delivery experiences,” one old doctor said, clearly very confident in their comprehensive preparations. “The Führer has even invited the so-called traditional Chinese medicine doctor from Seventh Street in Berlin. I find it hard to imagine how placing one’s fingers on a person’s wrist can help in checking the fetal position.”
“The SS has to treat this matter with the utmost caution. You know, the Führer’s influence in Germany right now is unparalleled. We have reason to believe that after the war is won, the Führer will be crowned emperor in Berlin…” Heydrich was a fanatical supporter of the Führer’s enthronement. He had even declared at some SS rallies and other public occasions that the SS should support the Führer in becoming the emperor of the Third Reich.
Recently, the calls for the Führer’s enthronement had been very high. Many powerful groups were constantly promoting the matter. Although Akado himself was not very keen on the idea, it did not in the slightest hinder the enthusiasm of his subordinates.
The new imperial nobility, which had risen to prominence with Akado’s ascent, was of course the most steadfast group clinging to his coattails. They had money, they had armies, and their power could be said to be unprecedentedly vast. Because they had relied on Akado to become the group that benefited the most from the imperial victory, they naturally hoped that this great tree, Akado, would grow ever more lush. So they had unhesitatingly stood on the side of supporting Akado’s enthronement.
The majority of the SS and military generals had benefited from the foreign wars led by Akado, so they had no opinion on whether he should be crowned emperor. In any case, “Führer” and “His Majesty” were just titles; as long as they were loyal to Akado, that was enough. However, some of the more radical among them had still come out in support of Akado taking a step further. For example, Grand Admiral Raeder, General Kluge of the Army, and several leaders of the SS all firmly supported Akado’s enthronement.
The traditional German nobility had always stubbornly believed that the imperial system was more suitable for Germany’s development. Although they had once been suppressed by democratic forces and had lost their voice, Akado’s appearance had given them a new hope. An emperor needed the support and maintenance of the nobility. They did not care who the emperor was, but they cared about the benefits and the rise that the monarchical system brought to the aristocratic class. So they were everywhere, drumming up support for Akado, as if they had forgotten his bloody suppression of the old Junker aristocracy.
Under this general trend, the democrats who had originally opposed Akado’s enthronement changed their strategy of resistance. They claimed that as long as Führer Akado was willing to establish a constitutional monarchy after his enthronement, to become the eternal representative of Germany and to relinquish the power in his hands, then “Akado’s enthronement would be a matter worthy of celebration by the people” (original words of a representative of the democratic party).
Apart from the common people at the bottom and a part of the conservative democrats who had not yet been completely wiped out, it seemed that everyone in Germany was supporting Akado’s enthronement. But because of Mercedes’s impending delivery, Akado had intentionally avoided this sensitive issue and was concentrating on accompanying his wife.
Just after Heydrich had spoken, the other doctor shrugged his shoulders, clearly having no good impression of traditional Chinese medicine. “Dr. Klee is right. The Chinese’s medical art is akin to witchcraft. It has no scientific basis and is full of trickery and herbs of unknown origin. The Führer is being too anxious about this matter.”
“Academic debates can be understood, but do not question the correctness of the Führer,” Heydrich’s voice was somewhat cold. Any act of disloyalty that questioned the Führer had no market in front of the commander-in-chief of the SS.
“I apologize. I was a bit too agitated,” the doctor immediately apologized. To question the Führer’s authority in the Führer’s residence—if this matter were to be noticed by this King of Hell, Heydrich, his entire family, including his pet dog, would probably regret having ever come into this world.
“Alright!” August didn’t have to give Heydrich face. In fact, in most cases, Heydrich was directly responsible to this old man in his seventies. The German Chancellor frowned and interrupted everyone, then continued in a low voice, “No more nonsense. Let’s confirm the emergency procedures one more time, starting with natural birth.”
“For a natural birth, we have prepared three emergency teams, each composed of an experienced midwife and an experienced doctor,” the leading doctor, named Klee, repeated the entire medical procedure for the third time without any sign of impatience. “They will monitor Ms. Mercedes simultaneously to provide her with the safest delivery process.”
The doctor next to him added, “To alleviate the tension that Ms. Mercedes will experience during childbirth, we have prepared a gramophone to play soothing music throughout the process. This was proposed by the Führer and is a very constructive suggestion.”
As he spoke, he glanced at Heydrich out of the corner of his eye and, seeing a look of “you’re finally getting it” on the other’s face, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued, “So our preparations for a natural birth are very sufficient.”
“If a problem arises, then Dr. Klee and I will take over and begin emergency treatment,” he said, swallowing. “We have prepared a blood reserve sufficient for ten mothers. It is impossible for any problems to arise during the process. If all goes well, then the Führer’s child will be born this evening.”
Heydrich, at old Sir August’s side, nodded and added, “We have also prepared 20 young women of the same blood type and of pure Germanic lineage. They are waiting downstairs and can replenish the blood stock at any time.”
“The abdominal instruments are all produced by the world’s most precise instrument manufacturers. There are dedicated personnel to monitor Mercedes’s heartbeat and blood pressure, and her breathing is also monitored by the naked eye. There will absolutely be no mistakes,” Dr. Klee finally said. “I have checked Ms. Mercedes’s fetal position. Because she has a professional sports nursing team, her fetal position has been maintained very well. I can find no reason for any danger to arise.”
“To ensure that nothing goes wrong is the reason I have called everyone here,” Akado said with a smile, walking over from the distance.
“Heil Führer!” “My Führer!” Seeing Akado, everyone raised their arms in the German salute. Akado smiled and supported old Sir August’s arm, not letting the old man waste his energy on such empty formalities. “You’ve worked hard for me recently, dealing with the affairs of the state, old sir.”
“If Germany can walk at the forefront of the world every day, I would rather die of exhaustion at my desk,” August said with a smile. He paused, then asked, “How is Mercedes?”
Jelinek, who was following behind Akado and looked a bit nervous, stepped forward to take Akado’s place in supporting old Sir August and explained, “The doctor said everything is going smoothly. Mercedes’s due date is around 6 PM.”
“May God bless him,” August said, comforting Jelinek who was supporting him. “Don’t be too nervous. You should be sending people to the wine cellar now to prepare the champagne and red wine. If Mercedes gives birth smoothly, then you will be the future emperor’s maternal grandfather. You must be more reserved in all things, like a true nobleman.”
Jelinek lowered his head, but the corners of his mouth were already slightly raised. He seemed very happy with August’s words. His daughter might be the empress of the largest empire in Europe, and his grandson might be the next emperor of this empire.
To think of this vast empire, stretching from the Arctic Ocean to North Africa, from the Atlantic to the Ukrainian plains. As one of the most noble aristocrats of this empire, wasn’t it an exciting thing? Of course, there was also the bottomless White Orchid Group. No one knew the terror of this group better than Jelinek, who had been helping to manage it all along. Vast territories and inexhaustible banknotes—Jelinek had never thought he could have all of this… well, or rather, it would be more accurate to say that he might be able to get a piece of the pie.
“Apart from coming to celebrate the birth of your first child, my Führer, I have another matter to confirm with you,” August said, having sent Jelinek to the wine cellar to choose a good wine. He then dismissed the irrelevant people around them and then whispered to Akado about a recent military secret. “Rommel has planned an offensive in North Africa. He wants to re-encircle Tobruk. My Führer, what do you think…”
“Indeed, we should put some pressure on the Americans. They have been buying up our rubber in South America recently, which has caused us considerable economic losses,” Akado said with a nod. “Send a telegram to Mussolini. Have his fleet escort our transport ships to ensure Rommel’s supply lines are clear. Strengthen the military supply reserves in North Africa. If necessary, transfer a group of bombers over to support him.”
“Rommel did not request these… His plan is for a small-scale advance,” August said, looking at Akado.
“Since there is a strategic need, then we will expand the original battle and give Rommel a surprise,” Akado said after a thought. “Send him a telegram. Have him expand the scale of the campaign and completely encircle Tobruk.”
At this, he waved his hand. “Let’s not talk about these things today. Accompany me to see Mercedes.”
In the evening, Mercedes gave birth smoothly, delivering a 3.5-kilogram boy for the Führer. The Führer’s residence was filled with cheers. Everyone was blessing this little boy, whose cries were exceptionally loud and clear.
Published: 2025-09-06T04:26:05.000+00:00
Last Edited: 2026-01-01T17:17:46.000+00:00
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