Old Yang wasn't really holding the baby, more like cradling it, with outstretched arms standing at the delivery room door.
The two nurses who just came out turned around and chuckled, finding him quite amusing.
Old Yang's eyes never left the door until his wife was wheeled out.
He cradled the baby and rushed over, seeing his wife smiling at him, which finally put his mind at ease. He followed the stretcher into the ward, where Zhang Qiu'e urgently ran over to take the baby.
Old Yang went to the side of the stretcher, picked up his wife, and placed her on the bed.
At this point, the doctor also came in and explained some precautions.
After all the nurses and doctors left, Old Yang finally leaned close to his wife's bedside.
"Xiao Li, how is it?"
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore now, although giving birth was pretty painful."
"Let's not have anymore in the future."
