The King’s Enchanting Chapter 1732 - 1746: Amid Countless Anticipations (9)

"Is this sickness beyond all help? Doesn’t the Leng Family’s aunt possess considerable medical expertise?"

"No matter her skill, there's no remedy for albinism. It is congenital, supposedly due to a chromosomal defect. As for autism, it's more of a psychological affliction, requiring gradual guidance." Yu Zexiao also sighed, shaking his head. "However, he is already considered well-behaved. You should have witnessed his state when he first arrived at the Leng Family... he once wielded a knife and even attempted to stab his own father! Yunting required over a dozen stitches following that incident!"

"You don't say? Seriously?"

Jian Anning recalled Xiaobao's solemn and earnest little face, finding it difficult to imagine him stabbing his father.

"But fret not, he merely harbors a dislike for his dad. He is quite fond of me!"

Xiaobao exhibits a strong partiality towards those with attractive appearances, and it happens that both he and Yu Zexiao share a fondness for durian.

"If you wish to lift his spirits next time, simply procure something flavored with durian for him."

Jian Anning took note. Upon returning home, she promptly commenced her medication regimen and engaged in regular physical activity.

Such matters are often subject to fate. Although the parents of the Yu Family had not yet broached the subject, the arrival of a chubby baby boy for Zhao Ziyin from the adjacent compound, following her trip to the hospital, began to stir some anxiety within the Yu Family elders.

Jian Anning also paid a visit on the day Zhao Ziyin gave birth. Given their proximity as neighbors and her own availability, she proceeded directly to the hospital from the film set. Upon her arrival, Zhao Ziyin had just been admitted to the delivery room. The piercing screams echoed, immersing everyone present in the intense atmosphere of childbirth.

Mo Siyu was restlessly pacing just outside, his every instinct urging him to rush inside. They had previously confirmed Zhao Ziyin was expecting a boy, and boys often tend to remain in the womb longer. Zhao Ziyin had moved into the hospital at the start of her ninth month, and it was nearly a full month later before the baby reluctantly made his entrance into the world.

"Mo Siyu, you scoundrel! This is agony! I will not bear another child!"

Beside her, the assembly of obstetricians and nurses had never encountered such a fiercely determined and spirited woman, giving birth while vociferously cursing. They stood there, dumbfounded, at a loss for words. Outside, Mo Siyu overheard her, his anxiety escalating, yet he was restrained with considerable effort from entering.

Mercifully, Zhao Ziyin's vocalizations ceased before long, giving way to the loud cry of a newborn emanating from within. Mo Siyu finally exhaled in relief. Just as he prepared to enter, a nurse emerged, presenting a tiny, red, wrinkled infant: "Congratulations, congratulations, it is a baby boy."

It’s a boy! Mo Yuhan and Liao Zixin, waiting outside, erupted in cheers. Even Jian Anning couldn't help but murmur, "A son. Now Zhao Ziyin can truly stand tall within the Mo Family."

As for Mo Siyu, he paid no mind to his son's condition, immediately grasping the nurse's arm: "How is my wife?"

This indeed was a rare display. Ordinarily, upon hearing of the child's birth, individuals might momentarily forget the mother still inside. Someone like Mo Siyu was truly exceptional! The nurse smiled and replied, "She is receiving stitches and is in good spirits."

That was a profound relief. Mo Siyu let out another breath, then turned his gaze towards his newborn son. The infant's skin was red and wrinkled, resembling a tiny monkey, prompting an involuntary, disdainful comment: "Why so unsightly?"

"Unsightly? What do you know? All newborns look like this upon birth!" Mo Yuhan delivered a kick to his son's leg, then looked at the immense grandson cradled in his arms; suddenly, nothing seemed amiss.