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The reality of the situation was laid out right in front of them, and the minds of the people around were mostly focused on the delivery room.
Lin Ximei's emotions were tumultuous, and her mind overflowed with scattered thoughts. Thinking about her situation, she couldn't help but inwardly sigh: How did her precious daughter become so unlucky?!
For a moment, everyone in the room silently awaited the outcome. Even several strangers came forward to offer consolation—people in this era were still friendly and kind.
"Ah, ahhh~~" The frail cry of a newborn suddenly pierced the air, soft yet remarkably loud in the quiet hallway, drawing Li Family's mother and son, Lin Ai's mother and daughter, and the enthusiastic onlookers to quickly gather outside the delivery room.
"Born, she's born!" Many people exclaimed excitedly at the same time, their faces displaying genuine joy: the cries of a baby signified that it was finally born—a truly joyous occasion!
After all, no sound had come from the delivery room previously, and everyone's hearts were hanging in the air with anxiety.
"It's finally over, I wonder how Xiufang is doing!" Li Jianfeng, supporting his mother, had tears of joy at the corners of his eyes—so long as his wife and child were safe, all was well!
"Just wait a bit longer, they will be out soon! Quick, Feng'er, I brought a large towel earlier in my hurry, where did it go?"
"Over here, over here! Sister, you ran so fast you didn't even realize you dropped it. I picked it up on the way," a young woman hurriedly handed it over, speaking softly.
"Thank you, big sister."
"No, no need to thank." As she spoke, the young woman retreated to the periphery.
Lin Ximei tried several times to say something nice but was interrupted by the surrounding crowd each time. This made her appear cold-hearted, and she couldn't care about propriety anymore. Waving her arms, she said loudly, "This is wonderful, Xiufang is safe, congratulations to you, Sister Zhou, Nephew Li, truly a joyful event!"
Li Jian'er pretended not to hear, fixating anxiously on the red light above the delivery room door. freewebnøvel.com
Zhou Daxiang nodded faintly and then turned her head away, not bothering to give Lin Ximei as much as a scoff—it was done and over with, no need to fuss over pleasantries!
Another tense ten minutes passed, and under the anxious gaze of the crowd, the emergency door finally opened, revealing a young nurse about seventeen or eighteen years old. She was quite startled to see so many people outside. Yet among the crowd, a young man eagerly asked, "Miss, how is everything inside? How is my wife?"
"Are you a direct family member?" The nurse glanced at Li Jianfeng, and seeing him nod quickly, she relayed directly, "The mother is out of danger, and she has given birth to a baby boy weighing six pounds and two ounces. Both mother and child are well. Did you bring any baby clothes?"
"Yes, we came in a hurry, only brought a swaddling cloth here—thank you for your trouble!"
Zhou Daxiang hurriedly pushed the towel in, wanting to say more, but the nurse, after taking it, dropped a strong hint:
"Comrades, this is a hospital, not a marketplace. Please, unrelated persons should leave promptly, only two family members need stay."
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