Heng Yi froze.
Han Qiao smiled and said, "Xia He."
"Yes."
Xia He immediately stepped forward, holding a pouch in her hands.
"Doctor, thank you for your trouble."
"It's no trouble, no trouble at all." The doctor took the pouch.
The purse was very ordinary, but it was an extremely decent thing to use to reward a servant or a doctor like them.
Butler Hu sent the doctor away.
Everyone went to congratulate Heng Yi.
Heng Yi looked at Han Qiao and held her hand.
"I'm very happy."
Heng Yi's voice was a bit hoarse.
Han Qiao could feel his joy and excitement. She said gently, "I'm very happy too."
Whether it was a son or a daughter, she wanted to give birth to a child for Heng Yi.
He had suffered too much in the past twenty years.
No matter how much sugar he ate or how good she was to him, it was not as good as giving birth to a child who was related to him by blood.