An Lan subconsciously touched her belly—once round and swollen, it was now only slightly protruding, not yet fully recovered. Below her belly, a piece of gauze wrapped around what must have been the incision from which the child was delivered.
Six pounds and six ounces... Is it a boy?
"How is the child?"
"Doing well, everything is normal, and the doctor said he is very strong. You can rest assured."
Zhang Ya's words once again eased An Lan's worries.
Just then, the door of the ward suddenly opened. An Lan turned her head to see Zhang Duo walking in, followed by Liu Nuanxi, who was dressed in patient attire.
"Zhang Duo, Miss Liu."
