Seeing that the mother was in good condition, the two doctors confirmed that she could have a normal delivery.

After speaking, both doctors nodded as they looked at Song Yining's cervix.

"Yes, no problem. The baby is doing well, and the mother is in good condition too," the doctor from the port city said.

"Okay, let's prepare to have the last one next."

Song Yining felt physically exhausted and looked at Zhang Lan, saying something.

"Mom, give me another white pill. If I don't have the strength after giving birth, I'll need it." She paused for a moment after saying that.

"There are gray pills inside. Give me two." He finished speaking, panting heavily.

"Okay, Mom understands. Save your energy, we're about to have our third one."

He quickly got the medicine and fed it to Song Yining.

Both those outside and inside were anxiously waiting, as the baby was about to give birth to three children, and everyone was watching silently.

There was only their family outside the delivery room, a dozen or so people of all ages.

It looked spectacular, and everyone was waiting anxiously.

No one spoke; they stared at the delivery room door, hoping for good news.

Less than ten minutes later, contractions began to become more frequent again.

Song Yining knew that her last child was about to be born, and she needed to do everything she could to give birth as soon as possible.

The contractions became more and more frequent, and she gritted her teeth in pain to relieve the physical discomfort.

She gripped the handrail tightly; she had given her all for her last child.

With the baby about to be born, everyone is waiting for the safe arrival of the child.

"The baby's head is already showing, he's about to give birth, push hard and he'll be out."

Seeing that Song Yining's hair was already soaked with sweat, Zhang Lan quickly wiped it off for her.

"The mother is pushing, and the baby will be out soon."

Everyone looked at the woman in labor, holding their breath in worry. Most people couldn't endure giving birth like that.

Song Yining felt a soft "plop" sound, like the baby slipping out of the birth canal.

Suddenly I felt all my strength drain away, watching those burly figures cutting the umbilical cord of the baby.

Another spanking, and the child cried.

"Waaaa...waaaa...waaaaa..."

"The third child is a boy, healthy, weighing 2.4 kilograms."

Congratulations, three boys!

Song Yining was so tired that she had no expression on her face. She forced a smile at the doctor.

Hearing the baby crying inside, the people outside the door breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Yucheng didn't know how to express himself at this point. Normally, women are already very tired after giving birth to one child.

My wife gave birth to three children, and I had no idea things were going like this.

She had already escaped, and Zhang Lan quickly grabbed the pills and gave them to her.

Exhausted and unwilling to move, I slowly relaxed and passed out.

Zhang Lan looked at her daughter like this and anxiously looked at Dr. Huang and the others.

"Doctor, is my daughter alright?"

The doctor examined Song Yining again with a stethoscope before looking at Zhang Lan and speaking.

"It's alright, the mother is just too tired. Everything is normal. Giving birth to three at once is already quite an achievement for her."

We didn't expect that the new mother was in such good health; she seemed to be doing well after giving birth.

Zhang Lan was relieved to hear that her daughter was alright.

"Thank you, doctor."

"You're welcome, it's what we should do."

The children were all wrapped up, and Zhang Lan watched them go out.

Then he quickly looked at Song Yining and tidied her face and hair.

The doctor treated Song Yining's childbirth wounds, and each stitch made her suffer even more than giving birth.

She cried out hoarsely from the pain, "Ah...ah...um..."

Zhang Lan was at a loss as she watched her daughter in so much pain.

He could only watch as she reassured him, "It's okay, it'll be over soon."

Director Huang, along with another doctor and nurse, quickly carried the child out.

As the children were brought out one by one, the crowd gathered around to ask them questions.

"To Song Yining's family, the mother is doing well and has given birth to three boys," Director Huang said, looking at them.

“This one is the eldest treasure, her one is the second treasure, and the last one is the third treasure.”

The children are all in good health, and their weight is about the same as that of other children.

"Give them some water first. All three children are very handsome; they really do resemble their parents."

"Thank you, Director Huang."

"You should quickly take them into the ward; it's still very cold." Mo Yucheng did not take the children.

With their eyes fixed on the inside, they saw Grandma Song and Grandma Mo carrying the eldest, second, and third children, while Shen Zhiyang, who was one step ahead, carried them away.

Grandpa Song didn't rush to hug the child; he and Mo Yucheng kept a close eye on Song Yining's condition.

Grandpa Mo didn't try to take the baby from them; instead, he quickly led them into the ward.

He'll hold the child properly when he gets to the ward; there will be plenty of opportunities to hold him in the future.

Shen Zhiyang looked at the child in his arms, feeling a mix of emotions. The child looked a lot like his maternal grandfather when he was a child.

He wondered how his younger brother and the others were doing, having grown up in luxury.

For years, he has been hiding in the deep mountains and forests in pursuit of his ideals.

Just like when he was a child, he insists on doing what he wants to do, and he's quite stubborn.

Forget about them. Everyone has different ideas, and I can only support them.

Fortunately, the child is already married and has children, and now she has given birth to three rascals at once.

Their dream of having a granddaughter has been shattered again; they should take it all in stride.

Grandpa Mo was also heartbroken at the loss of his beloved granddaughter, but he was overjoyed to see his few mischievous boys.

It had been many years since the family had welcomed a new member, and Mo Chensong watched as they held their three little brothers.

They were dumbfounded; their aunt wasn't carrying a girl.

Incredulously, he asked his grandmother, "Grandma, they're all boys, not a single little sister."

The old lady looked at her grandson with annoyance, "What's wrong?"

"You don't like it anymore because you don't have a younger brother? What kind of talk is that?"

Ouch!

"No, my dear grandma, I'm just confirming!" Grandma muttered again.

"Our family is all boys, and I was hoping to have a sweet and soft little sister, but it seems that hope is going to be dashed again."

With three mischievous younger brothers, I'm going to be busy from now on.

"Then as the older brother, you have to take care of your younger brother. What else are you thinking about?"

"No, no, no, just a personal reflection."

"Alright, check if the food you made for your aunt is ready yet. Hurry up and ride your bike to get it."

"Okay! I'll go back and take a look."

The old lady sighed inwardly, her dream of having a granddaughter shattered once again.

The three babies inside the swaddle were sleeping soundly, showing no signs of being unfamiliar with their mother's womb.