Zhang Yuan's labor was unexpectedly smooth. In about forty minutes, she successfully delivered a baby boy naturally, without an episiotomy.
Zhang Yuan stared blankly as the nurse held up the baby boy, smiling and saying to her, "A boy, eight pounds and eight ounces."
Zhang Yuan was in a daze, subconsciously touched her abdomen, it was flat.
After ten months of pregnancy, the moment of giving birth, Zhang Yuan looked at the crying baby and couldn't help but shed tears.
Nodding, Zhang Yuan said she knew, and the nurse took the child to be washed, while the doctor cleaned her up and moved her to the observation room.
During this time, the baby was placed by her side. When asked if she wanted a family member to come in, Zhang Yuan thought for a moment, shook her head, and said she could handle it alone.
Looking at the small, wrinkled bundle lying beside her, Zhang Yuan frowned and daringly poked his forehead with her finger, "So ugly."
