Xia Zheng also spotted it, and squinted his eyes, having been so agitated that he rolled his eyes exaggeratedly and paid him no mind anymore.
Lin Jiaxin, however, hadn't caught on, and asked anxiously, "Divine Doctor, it's a boy, no mistake there. I'm asking if he's got any illness? How is his constitution?"
"Nothing serious, just a bit weak. Just needs to eat and sleep more, and he'll be fine." Lao Fan strolled out of the room leisurely, but before leaving, he didn't forget to take another glance at the little fellow kicking about on the kang. The little thing was soft and playful like a sticky rice ball, and truly enjoyable to touch.
Hearing Lao Fan say there was nothing wrong, Lin Jiaxin finally settled down, tears of relief brimming in his eyes. He sat down on the edge of the kang, holding the tiny boy, and buried his head in front of the child, his shoulders shaking.