Qin Qianluo closed her eyes briefly, letting Xuanling let her in while she went to retrieve the still-crying infant. Xuanling, seeing the pile of infant remains, was shocked; her lips trembled slightly, her eyes filled with anger and astonishment, yet she couldn't utter a word. But she didn't let Qin Qianluo go down; she knew too many unknown dangers lurked below.
She brought Qin Qianluo down, then went back up herself, peered through the window, and gently picked up the still-crying infant. The moment she held the baby, she felt the tiny body tremble in her arms, as if terrified of the world.
Xuanling carefully sensed the baby and, after confirming that only the one in her arms was still breathing, carried the infant down to Qin Qianluo's side. The baby's cries were now very weak, as if it had used up its last bit of strength.
Qin Qian landed in the space and took out a soft blanket. The blanket shimmered softly in the setting sun, like a warm fragment of sunlight.
She took the baby from Xuanling's arms, gently wrapped it up, and every movement was filled with tenderness and care. She softly coaxed the baby, and the baby gradually stopped crying, curling up into a tiny ball.
Under the orange-red sunset, that peaceful sleeping face was like a flower blooming in the ruins, bringing a glimmer of life to this place full of death. The baby seemed to know that it had been saved and fell asleep peacefully.
After confirming that there were no still-living infants inside, Qin Qianluo and Xuanling took Xuanling directly into the space. Ling Xue and the others gathered around, looking at the tiny bundle in Qin Qianluo's arms.
The baby's body turned bluish-purple from crying for so long. The bluish-purple color was so glaring on the baby's delicate skin, like an ugly stain on a beautiful painting.
Occasionally, white worms would crawl onto her little face, wriggling and creeping, a stark contrast to the baby's adorable appearance.
The baby still had a long umbilical cord attached to its body, as if it had been thrown into the tower directly after being born. The umbilical cord swayed slightly in the warm space, as if it were the last thread connecting the infant to death.
Qin Qianluo took the baby to the operating room, and Ling Wei and the others hurriedly followed. The operating room was clean and bright, and the white walls shone softly under the warm lights, as if draping this place that saves lives in a sacred cloak.
Various medical equipment were neatly arranged, emitting a faint smell of disinfectant that permeated the air, giving people a sense of reassurance.
After washing the infant with the spiritual spring water, the bluish-purple tinge gradually faded, revealing the baby's delicate pink skin, which shone with a captivating luster, as if kissed by the setting sun. Every inch of the skin was like the finest mutton-fat jade, smooth and exquisite.
The group of women stared at the umbilical cord, perplexed. None of them knew how to cut it. Would it be dangerous to cut the cord so long after birth? The air around them seemed to freeze, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the long umbilical cord and the fragile baby.
Xuanmei gritted her teeth and stepped forward. She had seen midwives deliver babies in the palace before and had some impression of it. Holding the sterilized surgical scissors, her hands trembled slightly and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
She took a deep breath, as if to give herself courage, and then carefully cut the umbilical cord. Following the midwife's instructions, she left a small piece, carefully disinfected it, and everyone was relieved to see that there was nothing wrong.
Qin Qianluo picked up the baby and walked into the room where the incubator was placed. The room was softly lit, as if a warm veil had been cast over the entire room.
The incubators were like warm little nests, as if waiting for the arrival of this little life, providing her with a safe haven. After placing the baby in her arms inside, she watched for a while, and only left after confirming that there were no abnormalities.
Walking along the road, Qin Qianluo was a little troubled. How should she feed her? What should she eat? Although there were many women in the space, there were no pregnant women.
She pushed open the door to the study and sat down in a chair, rubbing her head. She thought there was nothing left in the Xuanyuan Kingdom that she couldn't accept, but she never expected to see the legendary Baby Tower today.
A chill ran down her spine as she asked, "001, why didn't so many cities have infant towers before, but this place, so remote, has one?"
001 didn't know either; it hadn't seen this "Luo Bao" in anyone's records. "I don't have any information on this. Infant Towers probably only exist in these more remote cities, otherwise Ling Xue and the others wouldn't be unfamiliar with it."
Rubbing her temples, Qin Qianluo wasn't surprised by the result. It seemed to be a common phenomenon, or rather, not a mainstream one, but only something that happened in remote areas. Thinking about the food problem, her head ached even more.
She asked, "What should I feed her? Do you have any baby formula in your storage space?"
001 was also confused. Everything in the space was something it thought Luo Bao could use, but there was nothing for a baby. It flipped through the records, trying to find something that could be used.
After flipping through the pages for a while, 001 said, "Luo Bao, we have formula suitable for you, but we don't have any special baby formula. This should be fine for you too, right?"
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