The delivery room door opened from the inside, revealing a woman who had just given birth, lying on the delivery bed. Her face was pale, and her body was drenched in sweat as if she had narrowly escaped a robbery.
The delivery room was carefully pushed out by several nurses. Behind them, a nurse who looked slightly older held a baby in her arms, whose skin was purple-red and wrinkled, "Zhao Zhenlin's family! Is Zhao Zhenlin's family here?"
The man next to Chen Yin surged to his feet. Though he had previously seemed indifferent towards the child and his girlfriend, he was now obviously tense and hurried to the bedside, responding, "Here! I'm Zhao Zhenlin's family!"
"Congratulations, mother and child are safe." The obstetric nurse had perhaps repeated similar words for many years, with a tone and expression that was perfectly fitting, "It's a boy, 3.72 kilograms, very healthy."
