The surgery went well; both mother and child are safe. The baby weighs six pounds five ounces and is very healthy.
Ye Anhao looked at the small person in her arms, and her whole heart softened. She had given up many things for this child, but just by glancing at them, she knew her decision at the time was correct, and all the sacrifices were worth it.
"Good child, you've worked hard!" Grandma Ye looked at Ye Anhao lying in bed with eyes full of heartache, gently stroking her hair, "Rest for a while, take a break."
Ye Anhao smiled faintly and slowly closed her eyes. However, at that moment, the door to the hospital room was suddenly pushed open, and a well-dressed, elegant middle-aged woman walked in.
The woman walked to the side of Ye Anhao's hospital bed, glanced arrogantly at the child beside her, her gaze wandering before finally settling on Ye Anhao. A trace of displeasure and disdain flashed in her eyes the moment they met Ye Anhao's.
