Old Madam Tong almost couldn't believe her ears. The baby's cry was crisp and clear.
"Where's Xinxin? How's Xinxin?" Old Madam Zhong also stood up.
The doctor carried the child out of the operating room, and everyone surrounded him.
"How is the mother?" Old Madam Zhong asked anxiously.
"Don't worry. The mother doesn't seem to have any problems at the moment, but she needs to rest for a period of time. The child's condition is also stable. Although it's a premature baby, his body is very strong," the doctor said.
"Usually, premature babies are placed in incubators when they are born, but this child is healthy. We are considering letting him be with his mother immediately."
Everyone heaved a sigh of relief.
"It's all thanks to Guo Miao." Old Madam Zhong patted her chest in shock. "She has already taken good care of Xinxin's health. Otherwise, things wouldn't have been so smooth."
