Su Yu's movements were smooth and practiced as she swiftly cut through the umbilical cord that connected mother and child with professional technique, followed by forceful yet gentle slaps on the infant's soft buttocks and back. The crisp "smack smack" sound resonated conspicuously amidst the tense atmosphere, causing the heart rates of all onlookers to accelerate, daring not to slack in the slightest.
At that moment, it was as if time had frozen in the room, with everyone's hearts suspended in their throats.
This little life, due to the prolonged delivery, could have suffered from lack of oxygen; if it failed to emit that symbolic first cry of new existence, all previous efforts would have been in vain.
Noticing that the simple patting had no effect, a determined flash crossed Su Yu's brows as she gently lifted the infant by the feet and carefully held it upside down, increasing the force of each slap to the baby's soles, every contact filled with urgent hope.
