"Don't worry, you will definitely be safe." Hui De smiled, a warm smile seeming to have a magical power, dispelling the unease in everyone's hearts.
Yun Ya slowly lowered her hand and closed her eyes.
Hui De stood quietly in front of the operating table, his gaze slightly lowered, lost in thought.
The nurse standing beside him couldn't help but remind him: "Time's up..."
Hui De's eyes slightly narrowed, a faint glimmer quickly vanished, he stretched out his right hand, and the nurse respectfully and cautiously handed the scalpel to him.
Everything was unexpectedly smooth.
From the mother's body, they took out the blood-stained frail little baby, wrinkled, looking so small, hardly appealing, still maintaining the curled posture from inside the womb, eyes slightly closed, peaceful.
The child neither cried nor fussed, the nurse exclaimed: "The baby...."
