But after a single cry, there was no more sound.
The tiny face turned purple from holding its breath, and even the breathing had stopped.
"Diwu Zexuan, the baby seems to have stopped breathing..."
Rui Hui, holding the newborn who was yet to have its umbilical cord cut, burst into tears.
Qin Youxuan only heard this sentence before she fainted.
"Cut the umbilical cord and give the baby to me."
Diwu Zexuan quickly stepped forward, took the little one from Rui Hui's hands, and gently pressed twice on his chest with two fingers together.
Then he slapped the baby's bottom hard.
"Wah wah——"
The clear cry of the baby let everyone breathe a sigh of relief.
The little one, as if knowing it had been hit, cried out aggrievedly, turning its little face red.
"Five jin and two liang, for a preterm infant of just over seven months, that's really rare." After weighing, Diwu Zexuan put the child into the already prepared incubator and pushed it to the side.