"Nurse, how's my wife doing?"
"Is it a boy or a girl?"
As soon as the nurse stuck her head out, before she even had a chance to speak, she was surrounded tightly by the people waiting outside the delivery room.
"Mother and child are safe, congratulations, it's a big chubby boy, eight pounds and seven ounces."
Zhao Yun had arrived at the hospital three days in advance to accompany his wife during labor and had become familiar with the obstetric staff. As the nurse congratulated him, she handed over the swaddled baby to him.
"Here, hold your son. The mother is still being cleaned up inside, and after that, she'll need to be observed for a while."
After explaining, the nurse turned and went back into the delivery room. Zhao Yun, holding his son, was surrounded by Zhao Dafa and others.
"This little guy is really good-looking; he's going to be just as strong as our Xiaoyun in the future."
"His nose looks like his aunt, and his mouth looks like Brother Yun."
