A month later, in the hospital corridor.
Everyone was on edge, Yan Yuexian and Lu Huashan holding hands nervously, staring intently at the operating room door, cold sweat dripping from their foreheads.
Yan Yuexian, "I'm so nervous, the baby's crying again, does it mean it's very painful?"
Lu Huashan wiped her sweat, "I'm so nervous too, the cries sound so tragic, it feels more painful than when I gave birth myself."
Sitting nearby, Zhong Wanshu rolled her eyes at them, "Which woman doesn't walk through the Ghost Gate Pass when giving birth? There's no such thing as painless.
Baby's situation is already better, they even had painkillers, and the hospital conditions are so good. When I had you, it was in the countryside, and also under the influence of hormones, I barely made it through."
Anxiously tense, Yan Lingyi curiously leaned over, "I heard that Shanshan was very chubby when she was born, how many pounds was she?"
"Fifteen pounds."
