Apocalyptic Disasters: Carrying a bun and hoarding supplies novel Chapter 490

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Chapter 490: Old Master Bai (2)

Yang Wei then turned to look at Mother Bai and the rest of the nurses who came out of the labour room. He said to them, "Thank you! Thank you very much! I, Yang Wei, will remember this favour for all my life. Even if you ask me to die for you, I will willingly do it."

"Don’t say such unlucky words at such a good occasion," said Mother Bai.

"That’s right, you need to stay alive for your child and wife. If you die, how will they grow up safely?" said Nurse Lin with a hint of reproach over her kind face. She then smiled and continued, "Make sure to thank your wife. She gave you a beautiful baby boy born on February 16, 20XX, born in the morning at 7:07. The baby boy weighs around 6 kgs; hold him like this."

Yang Wei corrected his manner of holding the baby and then turned to look at Nurse Lin. We asked, "What about my wife? Where is she? Is she okay?"

"You don’t have to worry about her; she is alright. She just lost a lot of blood and needs to stay back and recuperate for a while. Once she is stabilised, we will bring her out of the labour room."

She told a few more things to Yang Wei and then asked Mother Bai to help him out with the newborn baby before she went inside the labour room to help Shen Zhen and the rest of the nurses in taking care of Sister Yang, who was still unconscious after using all of her strength in pushing the child out of her body.

Mo He and the rest of the team disappeared; only Yang Chunhua stayed behind to take a peek at the baby boy, and so did Bai Meiyue. She took one look at the child in the arms of Yang Wei and smiled.

Thankfully, the world was not completely abandoned.

She looked at the spiritual energy that was circulating around the child, and her smile widened. Though there were dark days in front of them, the birth of a child always brought new hope into the world. She raised her head and looked at Yang Wei, whose face was filled with smiles as he talked and listened to her mother’s suggestions and advice.

This man, just a few days ago, was filled with so much distress that he looked like he was abandoned by the world; however, now that he had a child in his life, those lifeless eyes had finally lit up with hope and happiness.

Bai Meiyue took a few more looks at the child’s face and then turned around to leave. Though she was aware of the mocking taunts behind her, as many survivors called her the holy mother for bringing orphans and pregnant women to her base and helping them, Bai Meiyue didn’t care about anything.

Bai Meiyue was not a Holy Mother; she would never even consider herself as one because she was naturally not one. She would rob and kill as long as it meant to survive. How could a person like her be called good? She just wanted these children to have a chance to live like her son.