The lead surgeon paused after a long sigh, handing over his task to the assistant beside him with a significant glance. Wei Ziyun finally relaxed his tightly strung nerves.
Looking at the person being wheeled out, he slumped into a chair as if all the strength had drained from him.
Meanwhile, in the other room, Doctor Yang also let out a long breath. The assistant brought the cleaned infant to her.
Doctor Yang gazed at the baby in front of her. The child was premature, yet his skin was a characteristic baby red, his skin was all wrinkled, and his cry was as strong as a full-term baby. She couldn't help but smile.
"Take him out for an examination!"
Although at first glance he seemed healthy, an examination was still prudent.
With the distinctive cry that erupted from inside, nearly everyone congregated at the door.
They watched that door intently. Zhuo Xiangqiao tensed entirely with expectation, especially as the door seemed about to open. His hand involuntarily clenched tight.
