Rebirth in Famine: She Thrives by Lucky Space

Chapter 1014: Birth

Old Yang wasn’t really holding the baby, more like cradling it, with outstretched arms standing at the delivery room door.The two nurses who just came out turned around and chuckled, finding him quite amusing.

Old Yang’s eyes never left the door until his wife was wheeled out.

He cradled the baby and rushed over, seeing his wife smiling at him, which finally put his mind at ease. He followed the stretcher into the ward, where Zhang Qiu’e urgently ran over to take the baby.

Old Yang went to the side of the stretcher, picked up his wife, and placed her on the bed.

At this point, the doctor also came in and explained some precautions.

After all the nurses and doctors left, Old Yang finally leaned close to his wife’s bedside.

"Xiao Li, how is it?"

"It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt anymore now, although giving birth was pretty painful."

"Let’s not have anymore in the future."

"How is that possible? We should at least have two; that way they have company. Besides, I want a daughter like Feifei."

Old Yang noticed that his wife, although talking with him, was really quite weak. And she looked unwell.

"Xiao Li, you sleep; I’ll go get you something to eat."

"Don’t go home; just let Sister Zhang ask in the cafeteria if we can rent a stove. Xinyu brought a clay pot, so let Sister Zhang stew some pig trotter soup.

Even if you go home now, there’s nothing prepared."

"Alright, you sleep, don’t worry. Sister Zhang, please ask in the cafeteria."

"Okay, but meal time is soon, so we probably won’t have a stove to use."

Zhang Qiu’e hurriedly left.

Zhao Xiaoli smiled at Old Yang, then closed her eyes.

Only when he heard his wife’s even breathing did he know she was asleep. She must have been forcing herself to stay awake and talk to him earlier.

Old Yang thought for a while, then approached the bed to look at his sleeping son.

After one look, Old Yang couldn’t help but think the child was really ugly, painfully so. How could he be so different from Shi Jing and their siblings?

He watched the little guy wriggling his small mouth, unconsciously sucking.

Though rather ugly, he was still quite cute.

Zhang Qiu’e returned, seeing Zhao Xiaoli asleep, she carefully pulled out the clay pot, pig trotter, and peanuts, and then left.

The doctor said to feed the baby water in an hour, so seeing there was half an hour left, she prepared to feed the baby.

There was hot water in the thermos, she poured some out to cool, so she could mix it with hot water when feeding the baby.

Old Yang sat between his wife’s and son’s beds, looking back and forth between the two. Amazingly, he saw many resemblances to his wife on his son’s very ugly face.

Yet, his wife, although not as pretty as that girl Jing Chu, was about the same as Xiao Jiang, how could their child be so ugly?

Maybe it was because he resembled himself? But he didn’t see any facial features that looked like him.

Old Yang thus conflictedly watched his son. As the hour mark approached, he discreetly went to call the nurse, as he didn’t dare do it himself, better to call the nurse.

It was past five in the afternoon, and the night shift nurses had gone for dinner, but the on-duty nurse hearing Old Yang’s request, was rather bemused.

Yet didn’t refuse, and followed Old Yang to the ward. At the door, Old Yang whispered to the nurse to move slowly as his wife was asleep.

The young nurse thought, this man really is attentive.

The nurse entered the ward, demonstrating to Old Yang how to feed water to the baby. She watched him try, and once satisfied, left.

Zhao Xiaoli was really too tired; even with movement beside her, she didn’t wake up, sleeping soundly.

About forty minutes later, Zhang Qiu’e returned with the clay pot. The pig trotter peanut soup was ready.

"The cafeteria today has mixed flour buns; you should go eat, the soup still needs to steep."

"No need, I’ll buy from the restaurant. You stay in the ward and don’t go out, wait for me no matter what."

Zhang Qiu’e nodded, fully aware that leaving would be risky; if anything went wrong, she’d be held accountable.

Old Yang quietly left. He went directly to a restaurant, returning with ten white flour buns. He didn’t bring any stir-fried dishes because he forgot the food container.

Returning to the ward, he saw his wife sipping soup.

"Xiao Li, I brought buns, have one. They’re pure white flour. They smell nice, quickly eat one, didn’t the doctor say you should eat more?"

Zhao Xiaoli smiled warmly, taking one. The white flour bun tasted delicious, evoking a sense of happiness.

"You should have some too?"

"Alright, I’ll eat too."

The three of them finished dinner, Zhang Qiu’e asked Old Yang for the time, planning to have Zhao Xiaoli drink another round of soup at nine.

She fed the baby water again. Old Yang wondered, shouldn’t the baby drink milk? Why was his son drinking water?

So he went back to the doctor. The doctor found it quite amusing that this rookie father was asking such a clueless question.

The doctor was on night duty, so she had time; she came to the ward, asking Zhang Qiu’e to pour hot water, heat towels, and then gave Zhao Xiaoli a hot compress, massaging her.

Zhao Xiaoli turned red, feeling embarrassed. It hurt a lot, but she trusted the doctor.

About twenty minutes passed, and they let the baby try, but he was lazy, taking a few sips then giving up completely.

Old Yang watched his son, thinking this child would surely be a handful in the future.

"Help with the suction later," the doctor also thought the child too lazy.

Zhao Xiaoli went red from the doctor’s words.

Zhang Qiu’e took the clay pot and left. Only Old Yang, his wife, and their son remained in the ward.

When Zhang Qiu’e returned, she saw the baby finally drinking milk.

The doctor had emphasized that the baby must breastfeed now, as this milk was the best.

Zhao Xiaoli was still young; having rested after giving birth, she felt no discomfort.

Old Yang watched his wife, full-faced with smiles, looking at the baby, wanted to ask if she too thought their son was ugly, but in the end, he didn’t voice it.

Forget it, no need to mention it. So what if he’s a bit ugly? He’s not as good-looking as Xiao Wei either. It’s normal for the child not to be as good-looking as others.

That night, Zhao Xiaoli fed the baby every four hours; he didn’t eat much but was quickly hungry.

Zhang Qiu’e changed the hot water in the glass bottle near the baby every two hours, fearing the baby would get cold.

This little guy was so well cared for, he didn’t cry or fuss all night.