Outside the operating room, four anxious men awaited news from within.
At the sound of a baby's cry, everyone outside the operating room finally breathed a sigh of relief.
A nurse soon came out holding a baby.
"Congratulations, it's a boy."
Yun Hao didn't look at the child; rather, it was Yun's father and Old Man Zhao who gazed at the baby.
"He looks just like Little Huzi when he was a babe."
Yun Hao turned to the nurse, "How is my wife? And the other child?"
The nurse, frightened by Yun Hao's fierce appearance, stammered, "I—I don't know."
Having handed over the child, she hurried back inside.
Yun Hao's brow was furrowed tightly.
"Dad, Mom planned to use a maternity kit, but you didn't bring it. Brother is now wrapped in just a small blanket; I'll go back and fetch it."
Little Huzi sprinted outside, rushing to retrieve the items.
But soon after Little Huzi had left, a doctor came out and said, "Mr. Yun, your wife still needs blood."
