After more than an hour of rescue, Ning Zijin's child was born safely. Ning Zijin fought desperately to save her life, but her body suffered, making future pregnancies difficult.
But for both of them, this child was already a tremendous blessing, and they dared not ask for more.
It was a boy, weighing six pounds seven ounces, very healthy, and had been sent to the nursery, while Ning Zijin was moved to the intensive care unit and would wake up after the anesthetic wore off.
Yun Ya walked out of the operating room with a pale face, and Ning Zihuan quickly moved forward, only to be suddenly blocked by a petite figure who assisted Yun Ya ahead of him, causing Ning Zihuan to pause.
"Zihuan, Sister Zijin is okay." Yun Ya gave him a weak smile.
After the stormy night, her body was already weak, and today's surgery left Yun Ya exhausted, just wanting a good sleep.
Ning Zihuan looked deeply at the particularly pale-faced girl before him, pursed his thin lips, and said, "Thank you."
