After cutting the umbilical cord, Li Mochan hastily glanced at the child, then looked back at Ye Jiuliang.
"Mochan, I'm so tired." Ye Jiuliang, holding his hand, gradually lost strength, her eyelids uncontrollably closing.
"I'll just take a nap."
Li Mochan looked down at her, reaching out to brush aside the hair stuck to her face.
He softly said, "Okay, just sleep for a while, I'll stay with you."
Outside, hearing the baby's cries, the Jiang family and others were thrilled and couldn't sit still.
"She's given birth, Xiaojiu has given birth." Old Man Li grinned widely.
The elderly Madam Jiang, in her joy, couldn't help but worry about Ye Jiuliang's condition, "I wonder how Xiaojiu is doing?"
At this moment, the door to the operating room opened.
Everyone rushed forward.
"How is Xiaojiu?"
"How is my granddaughter-in-law?"
Instead of directly asking about the child, they tacitly inquired about Ye Jiuliang's condition.
