People who have never experienced it will never be able to experience that mood. A little joy, a little expectation, and more uneasy.

All kinds of distracting thoughts come like a tide. If news of the operation room will be heard at this time, even if it has nothing to do with you, it will become an invisible pressure, making people feel very distressed.

Just as Zhang Lang was almost impatient, the door of the operating room opened.

Tang Feifei walked out wearing a pink sterile suit and holding a roll of things in her arms.

"Born?!"

Zhang Lang and Professor Wen rushed up.

"Shh!"

Tang Feifei signaled the two of them to whisper.

The two of them looked into Tang Feifei's arms. A small head was exposed inside the quilt, and a pair of black eyes were glaring on their wrinkled face.

Zhang Lang knew that the newborn child was like this, and his wrinkles were because his skin had not grown yet and would be better after a while.

Although he has never given birth, he has seen quite a few newborn children.

The first child he held in his last life was the eldest sister's son. I remember that when he saw the child, he said the first thing he said was, "Is it too ugly to be a child? Is it like a little old man!"

One sentence made the eldest sister cry and ignored him for a long time, otherwise he would have held the child.

"Boy? Girl?"

Professor Wen asked nervously as he looked at the child who wanted to hug but didn't dare.

"Congratulations! Congratulations! It's a boy! The mother and son are safe!" The doctor who followed Tang Feifei out and bowed to Zhang Lang and the others to congratulate him.

"Boy? Is it really a boy? Thank God! My ancestors bless you! My old Wen family has a descendant!" Professor Wen clasped his hands together excitedly and bowed to the sky.

"Thank you! Doctor, thank you for your hard work!" Zhang Lang thanked the doctor.

He touched Professor Wen with his hand and whispered: "Professor Wen, where is the red envelope? Take it out quickly and let everyone enjoy the joy!"

"Red envelope? I don't have one? Didn't you prepare it?" Professor Wen asked with a confused look on his face.

"Well……"

Zhang Lang was speechless for a moment. When he went out to play, he would carry the red envelopes with him. All the prepared red envelopes were kept at home.

This professor of work is a bit of a mess in his life, except that he is more reliable in his work.

"Come on... Come on! Today, Wenfu is happy to add a noble son, so everyone will share the joy together!"

This was Ye Xiaoxian who had just arrived. He cleared the siege for them and sent them one by one with a dozen red envelopes.

It’s better than a foreigner. Everyone knows the customs of China and knows how to prepare red envelopes in advance.

"Old Ye, thank you!" Zhang Lang patted Ye Xiaoxian's shoulder with satisfaction.

Professor Wen's face was flushed and he rubbed his hands crampedly.

Zhang Lang also knew that Professor Wen could not be completely blamed. It was normal for him to forget the red envelope when he was excited. He smiled and changed the topic, "Feifei hug Professor Wen quickly! Look, he is so anxious!"

"Be careful! This arm needs to hold the baby's head." Looking at Professor Wen's clumsy look, Tang Feifei explained with concern.

"Yeah!"

Holding the child, Professor Wen Le broke away the folds on his face.

"Is it okay for my godmother?"

"By the way! How about your mother? When will she come out?" Professor Wen also remembered that there was an adult in the operating room.

After Professor Wen hugged him for a while, the nurse came forward to ask for the child, "Sir, give me the child first! The mother will come out later!"

At this time, the child was carried out just for the family to see, and had to carry it back and continue to observe. It would take him out of the operating room with the mother for about two hours.

The godmother was fine and the child was fine. Zhang Lang felt completely relieved and sat down on the stool at the door of the operating room.

"Old Ye, why are you here for free? How are Li Di busy with things?"

"Mrs. Wen has a childbirth, no matter how busy she is, she has to come and greet her! The acquisition of Lidi is in progress, and everything is going well. I guess Lidi can't hold on for a few days."

"Okay! I'm still assured of your work! Thank you today! Otherwise, I would be embarrassed! My godmother can't make a profit if she gave birth to a child! Maybe tomorrow the tabloid will say that the boss from mainland China is stingy and he is reluctant to make profit if she gives birth to a child!"

The red envelope in Xiangjiang is not called a red envelope, but a profit. The profit here in Xiangjiang is more of a blessing, and the money is not too much, and the money is only twenty or fifty.

"Mr. Zhang, everything has been handled! The police will not prosecute it for this!" At this time, Guan Jinpeng walked in and reported to Zhang Lang.

"Well! I've caused trouble for Mr. Guan! I believe in Mr. Guan's ability!" Zhang Lang politely said.

"It's all right! There's no trouble! After all, I'm going to use money to find our lawyers to deal with these troubles!"

Guan Jinpeng looked tired, which shows that things were not as easy as he said.

After all, Zhang Lang is not as simple as running a red light. He ran into the police. Although he did not hurt the police, the police still broke two motorcycles.

Zhang Lang was also very anxious at that time. Just look at the blood on his body and you will know how urgent the situation was. The amniotic fluid had broken and he might be born in the car at any time.

"Old Ye, go back and go to the police station on behalf of me to express your condolences! Check whether you donate some money or something! Just make the decision!" Zhang Lang turned around and ordered Ye Xiaoxian.

Although the police will not prosecute, it was suppressed by Guan Jinpeng with his fair share of tongue and prestige in the industry. The police will definitely feel a knot in their hearts. If this matter is not resolved, it may bring some unexpected trouble to Zhang Lang at any time.

For Zhang Lang, money is almost the same as free-chosen. What he doesn’t value the most now is money.

To apply a famous saying in later generations, "As long as you can solve it with money, it is not a matter."

This matter is most appropriate for Ye Xiaoxian to come forward. He is one of Zhang Lang's representatives in Xiangjiang, and he is also a British man. He also has a lot to talk to the police chief who is also a British man.

"I understand, boss! I'll ask the police chief for tea when I go back! Let's talk about this matter by the way!"

Huo Jianning looked around and regretted it secretly. Why didn’t he expect that he would make a profit? He wasted an opportunity to show off in front of the boss.

Although Ye Xiaoxian and Huo Jianning are each responsible for one thing and the cooperation is pleasant, as long as they are people, they are inevitably comparative.

Huo Jianning was determined to do some remedies, but unfortunately God did not give him a chance.

As soon as the door of the operating room opened, Zhang Lang's godmother was pushed out. Zhang Lang quickly stood in front of him, "Old Ye, Lao Huo! You go back first! If you have anything to do, I'll talk about it tomorrow! Mr. Guan! You go back and rest too! Thank you for your hard work in the past half day!"

Zhang Lang spoke up and chased people. It would be too late for Huo Jianning to be unwilling to do so.

Another woman gave birth, and it was not appropriate for him to follow him into the ward, a big man who was not a relative or accustomed to join him.
Chapter completed!