C13

When there was still half a month to the date of delivery, Yi Yang had already made comprehensive preparations at home.

Not only did the family invite many famous obstetricians and gynaecologists from CA city to their homes, but they also invited all kinds of medical and nursing equipment to their homes.

According to him, the hospital in the city was too noisy, so it was safer to stay at home.

Watching the doctors and nurses sending Ouyang Qian into the delivery room, Yi Yang walked around outside in a flustered mood.

Not only was he about to become a father, but he was also worried about his beloved wife.

Yi Zhao and Mu Yao had already rushed over at this time. Towards this little grandson who was about to be born, their anxiety was no less than Yi Yang's. However, after experiencing decades of hardship, the two of them were clearly more patient than Yi Yang.

Mu Yao tried to console Yi Yang: "

Yang'er, sit down and calm down for a while. Seeing you move around like an ant on a hot pan has made me worry.

"

Mom, Qian'er is inside. How can I calm down?

"Enough, stop trying to persuade me. Back then, when you were having a baby, I was just as anxious as you were. This is the day a father has a son." When his grandson is born, he will naturally quieten down. "

Yi Zhao advised Mu Yao from the side.

After wielding power for a few decades, he had become much calmer than Mu Yao and Yi Yang.

After Mu Yao heard this, she no longer persuaded him. Together with Yi Zhao, they sat on a chair outside the delivery room and waited quietly.

"Old man, do you think our grandson will be a boy or a girl?"

In order to ease his nervous mood, Mu Yao asked Yi Zhao.

< p > "How should I know?" Your precious son insisted on not checking it out and said he wouldn't know until the baby was born. "Yang'er, have you decided on the child's name yet?"

Yi Zhao asked with a smile. Only the beads of sweat on his palm showed that he was as nervous as his wife.

"Yes, I've thought about it. The boy's name is Yi Yan, and the girl's name is Yi Yan. What do you two elders think? "

< p > "This name isn't bad. I think it's decided." Yang'er, you sit down too. How can a martial artist be so depressed? Although Qian'Er was weak and unable to practice martial arts, she had always been healthy. With so many doctors and nurses around, you can just wait and see. "

After Yi Zhao finished speaking, he closed his eyes and sat down to recuperate.

After all, he was a martial arts practitioner and had a tough personality. Yi Yang's mood gradually calmed down as he sat down with his parents.

However, looking at how he was sitting on the chair with only half his body, and rubbing his hands together, it was obvious that he was far from being able to calm down.

< p > Wa...

The sound of an infant's cry thundered in his ears.

Yi Yang's entire person relaxed as if he had put down a heavy burden. In the blink of an eye, his figure scuttled towards the delivery room, because that crisp sound of a baby's cry was only one cry before it abruptly stopped.

With this, even Yi Zhao and his wife couldn't sit still anymore. They immediately stood up and walked towards the delivery room.

Just as Yi Yang reached the door of the delivery room, the door that had been tightly closed opened from the inside. A nurse came out and said to the three of them, "Congratulations, it's a young master.

Yi Yang did not care about answering as he casually pushed the nurse aside and rushed into the room.

Ling Nan successfully produced the blood from the mother's body, and upon thinking about his own new life, he couldn't help but shout out with excitement, "I, Ling Nan, am still alive! You bastards of the Heavenly Gan Sect, just you wait!

Ling Nan was startled. "So it turns out that my baby's vocal cords haven't completely developed yet, so all I can make is a cry."

Thinking about it, Ling Nan couldn't help but find it funny. He himself was an old fellow who had lived for hundreds of years, but he never thought that there would actually come a day where he would cry like a baby.

Just as he was about to leave the side of the main body, a surge of turbid Qi from the Postnatal Realm surged and flowed into Ling Nan's mouth through which he had opened his mouth to cry.

Ling Nan immediately controlled the Innate Life Qi in his meridians and chased them all out, ensuring that his Innate Dao Body was not contaminated.

That was another reason why he stopped with a single cry.

With great difficulty, Ling Nan managed to control his body and raised his head to look at Ouyang Qian. His exquisite oval face was sparkling and translucent like jade, his amorous eyes were half-closed, and under his petite and perky nose, his lips were perked up slightly, his white teeth were slightly revealed, and his messy hair was drenched in sweat. His face was covered with a deep exhaustion, and his gaze upon Ling Nan was filled with the radiance of a holy mother's love.

"This is my mother!"

He, who had never enjoyed motherly love before, now felt a deep sense of admiration from the children.

Ouyang Qian also felt her son's strangeness, so she only cried and there was no other movement.

His heart tightened as he turned his head with difficulty, despite the fatigue from childbirth.

What entered his eyes was a pair of large, skeletal eyes, staring fixedly at her.

The love in her eyes touched the softness in her heart and she couldn't help but reach out her hand to touch this cute little fellow.

The nurse at the side hurriedly and carefully picked up Ling Nan and passed him over.

< p >