The sight made him feel faint, and he let himself collapse onto the bed.
Despite everything, a profound sense of satisfaction filled him, and a tired smile crept onto his face.
"You're glowing. The child is a boy. They're cleaning him up now, so you'll see him soon," the midwife reassured him.
"Ah… okay. Oh, should I… breastfeed him? Do I even have milk?" Shen Xinghui asked, suddenly concerned.
"If you produce any, that would be best. Though even women often don't produce milk right away," she explained.
Curious, Shen Xinghui tentatively pressed his chest.
He felt a slight fullness and wondered aloud, "Maybe I can?"
"Let's give it a try," the midwife encouraged.
Her hands remained on his abdomen, providing healing energy, though it seemed like his natural healing abilities were also aiding the recovery.
Soon, the midwife returned with the newborn baby who is still naked and fragile.
Shen Xinghui held him and marveling at how tiny and delicate he was.
