"Is this illness incurable? Isn’t the aunt of the Leng Family quite skilled in dicine?"
"No matter how skilled, there’s no cure for albinism. It’s congenital, and it’s said to be so kind of chromosomal defect. As for autism, it’s more of a psychological condition and can only be gradually guided." Yu Zexiao also shook his head, "But he’s already considered doing well. You should have seen him when he first ca to the Leng Family... he took a knife and even dared to stab his own father! Yunting ended up in the hospital with over a dozen stitches!"
"No, really?"
Jian Anning thought of Xiaobao’s serious and earnest little face, and he didn’t seem like soone who would stab his own father.
"But don’t worry, he only dislikes his dad. He’s pretty good with !"
Xiaobao has a huge preference for good-looking people, especially since he and Yu Zexiao both enjoy eating durian.
"If you want to cheer him up next ti, just bring him sothing durian-flavored."
Jian Anning nodded, and when she got ho, she imdiately started taking her dication and exercising regularly.
These things really depend on fate, and although the Yu Family parents haven’t ntioned it yet, when Zhao Ziyin from the neighboring compound went to the hospital with her nine-month pregnancy and gave birth to a chubby little boy, the Yu Family parents were starting to feel a bit anxious.
Jian Anning also went on the day Zhao Ziyin gave birth. After all, they were neighbors, and since she was free, she went straight to the hospital from the set. When she got to the hospital, Zhao Ziyin had just entered the delivery room. The screams pulled everyone into the atmosphere of childbirth.
Mo Siyu was pacing anxiously outside, just wanting to rush in. They had soone check Zhao Ziyin’s pregnancy, and it turned out to be a boy. Boys sotis tend to stay longer in their mother’s womb. Zhao Ziyin had moved into the hospital at nine months and nearly stayed there for a month before the baby reluctantly entered the world.
"Mo Siyu, you bastard! It hurts like hell! I’m not having any more!"
Next to her, a bunch of obstetricians and nurses had never seen such a strong-willed, spirited woman, giving birth while cursing, and they were stunned. They didn’t know what to say for a long ti. Outside, Mo Siyu heard this and was even more anxious to rush in but was pulled back with great effort.
Fortunately, Zhao Ziyin didn’t curse for too long before a loud baby’s cry ca from inside. Mo Siyu finally breathed a sigh of relief and was about to rush in when a nurse brought out a red, wrinkly little fellow: "Congratulations, congratulations, it’s a little boy."
It’s a boy! Mo Yuhan and Liao Zixin outside cheered, and even Jian Anning couldn’t help but sigh: It’s a son. Now Zhao Ziyin can truly hold her ground in the Mo Family.
As for Mo Siyu, he didn’t even look at how his son was doing and imdiately grabbed the nurse’s arm: "How’s my wife?"
This is indeed rare. Normally, when people hear that the child is born, they might forget all about the mother inside. Soone like Mo Siyu is indeed hard to co by! She smiled and said, "She’s getting her stitches, and she’s in good spirits."
That was a relief. Mo Siyu breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at his own son, with red skin, all wrinkled, like a little monkey, and couldn’t help but make a disdainful remark: "Why so ugly?"
"Ugly? What do you know? All babies look like this when they’re born!" Mo Yuhan kicked his son, then looked at the big grandson in his arms; suddenly, nothing seed wrong.
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