Chapter 147
Huo Changfeng mechanically took two steps forward, his eyes quickly swept across the wrinkled little face in the cradle, and quickly looked away.
He asked anxiously: "Where's Xuanxuan?"
The nurse subconsciously handed the child forward, but saw that he had no intention of reaching out to take it, and his movement was suspended in mid-air.
"Ms. Mu will be out soon after a short rest."
As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Changfeng rushed into the delivery room, with the corner of his clothes bringing up a gust of wind.
The incandescent light outside the delivery room cast a trembling shadow on the nurse's eyelashes. Her arms holding the swaddled baby were still stretched forward, but then stopped in the air.
"This..." She opened her mouth and was stunned.
In all her years of work, this was the first time the nurse saw the father of a child rushing to the delivery room without even looking at the child for a second.
Cui Lirong saw this and quickly reached out to take the child. She teased him with a smile on her face: "Oh, he's so handsome. His eyebrows and eyes are the same as Qingxuan's."
Huo Jianye also came forward, looked at the wrinkled little face in the cradle lovingly, and gently poked the child's little hand.
The nurse looked at this scene and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this was a normal reaction.
Huo Changfeng rushed into the delivery room and saw Mu Qingxuan lying on the delivery bed.
The ticking of the monitor mixed with his pounding heartbeat.
The hair on Mu Qingxuan's pillow was covered with sweat crusts, and her pale lips still had bite marks.
She was pale and her eyes were closed.
Fortunately, his breathing was steady, which made Huo Changfeng feel slightly relieved.
He walked up quickly, carefully held her hand, and said in a trembling voice: "Xuanxuan, you have suffered."
The doctor quickly stopped him and said, "Sir, the woman in labor needs to rest. Please don't disturb her."
Huo Changfeng then stopped talking, stood by the bed, and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead with a warm towel.
After making sure that Mu Qingxuan was sleeping soundly, he tiptoed out of the ward.
Outside the ward, Yao Jinglan almost trotted over, holding an insulated box in her hand, which contained supplements prepared for Mu Qingxuan.
"Let me hug you!" Yao Jinglan smiled so much that her eyes narrowed into slits, revealing fine laugh lines at the corners of her eyes.
She carefully took the child and gently rubbed her fingers across the baby's pink cheeks.
"Oh, this little nose and eyes are exactly the same as our Qingxuan when she was a child."
Old Mrs. Huo came over with a carved cane and looked at him lovingly, her eyes fixed on him.
When Huo Changfeng walked out, he saw four people standing around a child.
Hearing the noise, Yao Jinglan looked up suddenly and asked anxiously and worriedly: "How is Qingxuan now?"
"I'm asleep."
Huo Changfeng's Adam's apple rolled, and his voice sounded like sandpaper: "The doctor said that the delivery went smoothly and her vitality was not damaged, but she will definitely need a long time to recuperate."
Cui Lirong's tense shoulders finally relaxed: "What are you doing standing there? Come and see your son."
Huo Changfeng paused for a moment before he stepped forward.
He looked at the wrinkled little face in the cradle. Under the baby's sparse hair, the light blue blood vessels were beating gently under the skin.
It is a very fragile yet vigorous vitality.
When the warm swaddling clothes fell into his arms, Huo Changfeng's fingers stiffened instantly, and his lips pursed tightly with nervousness.
The child suddenly twisted his body, and his light breath sprayed on his sweaty cuffs. He hurriedly adjusted his posture, his heart beating so fast that it almost burst out of his chest.
Huo Jianye couldn't help laughing when he saw his usually mature and steady son.
The next second, Old Mrs. Huo rolled her eyes at him.
"When you held Changfeng in your arms, your hands were shaking so much that you almost dropped the child."
Mrs. Huo's cane slammed heavily on the tiles, causing the dragon and phoenix carvings on the sandalwood handle to tremble slightly. "Now you have the nerve to laugh at your son?"
Huo Jianye immediately put away the smile on his face and coughed awkwardly.
The morning light slanted through the blinds in the hospital corridor, casting neat shadows on the milky white floor tiles.
Cui Lirong looked at her son gazing down at the baby in the cradle, and a gentle smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of her lips.
"Changfeng, do you have any idea about the name of this child?"
These words brought back everyone's memories.
During the months when Mu Qingxuan was pregnant, the whole family had been flipping through the dictionaries and poetry collections at home whenever they had time.
Yao Jinglan wore reading glasses and considered every word, while old lady Huo leaned on a cane and gave advice. Even the usually serious Huo Jianye took notes carefully in his notebook.
From "The Book of Songs" to "Chu Ci".
The name was changed again and again, but it always felt not perfect enough, so it was delayed until the child was born without being decided.
Huo Changfeng's eyes never left the child's wrinkled face. His voice was so gentle as if he was afraid to wake up the little life in his arms: "Not yet. Wait until Qingxuan wakes up and let her come to get it."
He paused, his Adam's apple rolling slightly: "She tried her best to bring the child into this world. It was she who gave the child life. No matter what name she gave it, I support it."
Cui Lirong and her husband looked at each other, and relief flashed in their eyes.
As people who have been through it, they naturally understand this feeling.
"Okay, you two can discuss it together."
Cui Lirong reached out and gently stroked her grandson's soft hair.
Yao Jinglan also came over, her eyes full of love.
Time passes quietly in such a warm atmosphere.
Sometimes they talked in low voices, sometimes they looked at the children quietly, and they didn't notice that it was already bright outside the window.
Despite staying up all night, everyone's face was filled with happiness and joy, without the slightest sign of fatigue.
At this time, the guard at the stairs stepped forward, his posture straight, but his tone was a little cautious: "Captain Huo, it's time to set off. If you are late, you will miss the scheduled trip."
Huo Changfeng's hands tightened unconsciously while he was holding the child, and a trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes.
He looked deeply in the direction of the ward again before slowly handing the child to Cui Lirong.
When handing it over, he was extremely cautious, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world.
When Huo Changfeng handed the child out, Cui Lirong's hands had already subconsciously curved into a protective arc.
Her fingertips first touched the soft cotton material at the edge of the swaddling clothes, and then she held the baby's little butt firmly, and the jade bracelet made a clear sound as she moved.
"Go with peace of mind,"
She looked at the bloodshot eyes of her son and softened her voice unconsciously: "The whole family will take turns to watch over her. I will send you a telegram as soon as Qingxuan wakes up."
Huo Changfeng's gaze once again turned to the half-open ward door. The warm light leaking through the crack in the door reflected Mu Qingxuan's quietly sleeping face.
Her pale cheeks still showed the fatigue after giving birth, and the strands of hair on her forehead were stuck to her skin by sweat.
Huo Changfeng took one last deep look at the ward before reluctantly looking away.
When turning around, the soles of my shoes made a slight sound as they rolled on the ground.
The morning light shone through the glass windows of the hospital corridor, stretching his shadow very long.
"Congratulations, Captain Huo!"
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