Once Mo Seris was gone, Mo Yiren was left alone again. He looked back down at his documents, trying to absorb himself once again in the financial sheets, but he could not focus. The room felt unnaturally quiet.
He looked over to the corner where the infant was nursing.
The nurse was sitting on a stool, her hands cradling the infant against her naked breast. Loose skin spilled over the hem of the tucked-down shirt.
Her face quickly turned red as she sensed his gaze falling on her, and she studied the texture of the floor.
However, Mo Yiren's eyes were not on the fat, middle-aged woman at all, but the infant at her breast. From the waist up, it appeared to be suckling normally, but its lower body was still extremely active.
Beneath the arms cradling it, the little legs were delivering one kick after another into the air. It was extremely systematic.
Kick! Kick! Kick!
What a strange sight!
Mo Yiren frowned, studying the infant. There was something off about the movement, but he could not place it. He could feel himself being sucked in. The kicks were…strangely harmonious.
Kick! Kick! Kick!
Looking further, the rhythm of the kicks was strange, but even more strange was the efficiency. Mo Yiren suddenly made the connection.
It was like he was watching a tiny Martial Warrior!
As soon as he got the thought, he almost shuddered from the blasphemy. How could an infant be compared to a Martial Warrior? The kicks did not look like they could do any damage. They did not seem like martial techniques either.
The quality that was shared was the feeling of perfection.
A Martial Warrior moved with an air of sublimity. Every movement was natural.
The kicks of the infant seemed to share this quality.
It was as though the infant had been practicing its kicking for centuries, perfecting the art to the point that it did not have to think at all. It was very confusing. Who had ever gotten such an impression from an infant?
Mo Yiren could not help but watch further.
Kick! Kick! Kick!
He scratched his head.
Before, he had thought that Mo Seris was engaging in wishful thinking. Hidden talents, physiques, these things did not manifest from thin air, falling into the lap of anyone who dared dream it.
However, now, Mo Yiren was starting to warm to the idea that the baby was a hidden gem.
Observing the movements even for a few minutes, it was understandable how Mo Seris came to be so confident.
But, this did not fully change the reason behind his initial doubts.
Were they both mistaken, or was the infant really special?
Thinking about it, wasn't it plausible that Song Kiro missed something.
The medicine man might have some esteem in the medicinal community, but he had only interacted with the infant for a brief period of time. The behavior of the infant was made far more strange due to it being continuous over a long period of time.
Mo Yiren knew that it would likely be a few minutes still until the medicine man came over, but he was not upset. His anger was reserved for the nurse.
After all, medicine men were trained professionals. It was important that they were competent rather than prompt. Their tasks were less urgent and they were in far greater demand among the top families. Naturally, they would be given more benefits than a common nurse, including a looser leash.
If they were on call at every moment, their salaries would have to be exorbitant to compensate for the harsh condition. After all, they could work for any family, and others would not be so unreasonable with job requirements.
However…
Mo Yiren looked away from the infant and at the nurse.
This incompetent person arrived so late, delaying the crucial feeding of the infant. Just the thought made his blood boil.