Wu Buwei and Wang Zhenzhen were both wiping with wet wipes.
After one wipe, the paper was blue, and the baby was white.
After another wipe, the paper was even bluer, and the baby even whiter.
Wang Zhenzhen was laughing, Wu Buwei was stifling his laughter, and Du Heng felt a pang of frustration in his stomach.
He almost thought all his medical knowledge had become useless. It even made him doubt himself and lose confidence.
In a short while, thanks to Wang Zhenzhen and Wu Buwei's efforts, a white, chubby baby appeared before everyone.
The original "blue elf" had instantly transformed into a porcelain doll.
It let out a couple of "WAH WAH" cries, utterly adorable.
"My dear grandson, you scared Grandma to death!" The child's grandmother, seeing the baby's true color emerge, lunged forward with a cry, sobbing heartbrokenly.
Perhaps the grandmother's actions and exaggerated wails were too much; the baby, who hadn't cried since arriving, also began to wail loudly.
