Quick Transmigration: My First Female Skill Takes Effect

hospital.

Wang Tiezhu paced back and forth, his gaze always fixed on the closed maternity ward door, muttering to himself: "Peace and safety."

Everyone, adults and children, is safe and sound.

Wang Qing yawned, holding the package Zhang Yanzi and the child needed in his hand, and waited calmly.

As the nurse passed by, she felt that the child was more composed than the adult.

Twenty minutes later.

Wang Hong and a kind-looking old lady arrived one after the other outside the delivery room.

The old lady's hair was slightly disheveled. She said to her son, "Stop turning around. Sit down and wait a while. The baby might not be born until dawn."

Giving birth is not as quick as defecating.

Some babies take a whole day and night to be born.

Wang Hong took the package from her sister's hand, stood aside, and looked inside with concern.

"Oh, Mom, it's different," Wang Tiezhu boasted, "My baby will definitely be out of Yanzi's belly soon. She's a filial child."

The old lady just felt that being uneducated was truly terrifying.

Women need to dilate to ten centimeters before giving birth, and even celestial maidens need to dilate their cervixes before giving birth.

What does it have to do with the baby in her belly?

She looked worried but also a little relieved: worried because her youngest son had mental problems, but relieved because she lived with her eldest son.

Wang Tiezhu had no idea what his mother was thinking; he just kept his eyes fixed on the opening of the door.

It's one o'clock at night.

The delivery room door opened from the inside, and a nurse came out carrying a baby who was crying: "Zhang Yanzi's family, the baby has been born."

Wang Tiezhu ran forward.

Nurse: "It's a girl, weighing 6.7 pounds, the mother..."

She hadn't finished speaking.

Wang Tiezhu had already snatched the child away, holding him in his unfamiliar arms, feeling a fullness in his heart, as if the child was his everything.

The key on Mingqi's wrist silently disappeared, only to ring out with a soft "ding" in the child's ear before it vanished:

—"My First Daughter" has taken effect.

—"My First Daughter": You are the first child he/she truly acknowledges, and you will be more important than his/her life; he/she is willing to give you everything (if not, he/she will try).

"Baby, it's your dad." A deep fatherly love appeared on Wang Tiezhu's honest face.

When Mingqi heard the familiar voice, she stopped wailing. She couldn't see, so she reached out her little hand toward the sound, but she was too weak and could only raise it about five centimeters.

Wang Tiezhu's eyes were fixed on everything the child did. Seeing the way she was doing things, he felt happy, thinking that the child recognized her father.

Overwhelmed with emotion, he blurted out, his eyes brimming with tears:

"Baby, your mother and I have gone through so much to finally welcome you out, my baby, my child." He lifted the baby's swaddling clothes and rubbed his face against the swaddling clothes.

Mingqi: "..."

The old lady and her two children: "..."

Nurse:"......"

Yes, a tough guy with a soft heart.

A burly man standing nearby, also waiting for his wife to come out, chimed in, "I understand, brother. You look quite old, and this is your first child, right?" Otherwise, why would he do this?

His wife was also giving birth to his first child, the red-eyed, thoughtful man thought.

Wang Tiezhu nodded, his eyes red.

"It's my first child, my and Yanzi's first child." Her voice trembled slightly.

Before the big man could even speak his understanding, he felt the air around him suddenly grow colder, and the words stuck in his throat.

Wang Hong and Wang Qing, with cold expressions: "..."

Were they born from stones?

The old woman couldn't stand the absurd scene either. "What the hell is this?" she frowned and muttered, "Wang Tiezhu, have you lost your mind? Aren't those two children yours?"

"Aren't the two living at your older brother's house yours? What's wrong with you? You're such a useless piece of trash."

As he spoke, his gaze fell on the baby, whose head was moving towards the direction of the sound.

Seeing this, the old lady led her two granddaughters to see her daughter-in-law.

The big man thought of the faces of the two children who had left, and then looked at Wang Tiezhu, who was lost in his fatherly love, and quietly moved his feet.

They were afraid of catching the disease.

The nurse's departing figure also seemed inexplicably flustered.

On the other side, Zhang Yanzi was fast asleep.

There were four beds in the room. She was on the innermost bed. The woman on the next bed was already asleep, and the bed next to her was empty.

The woman on the remaining bed was breastfeeding her child, her face pale and sallow.

Rays of light shone in through the window; the sun rose, and it was dawn.

Zhang Yanzi was still asleep. Mingqi was placed next to her mother and was sleeping soundly. Her little fists twitched slightly from time to time. Wang Tiezhu stared at his daughter without blinking.

The old lady turned her troublesome son aside, took a deep breath, and told herself not to get angry. It was better for her son to care about his granddaughter than for the two others to not care about her.

I sent my two granddaughters to buy food.

Wang Qing reached out and said, "Grandma, I have no money."

His eyes were fixed on his father, and his hand reached out to him. His gaze was clear and sharp, and his eyes conveyed two words: take the money.

Wang Tiezhu's hearing and eyesight had recovered this time. He took out tickets and money from his pocket and handed them to Lao San.

"Let's eat steamed buns, and buy meat buns for your mother."

As for chicken soup and such, Wang Tiezhu thought without any hesitation that his sister-in-law, being such a capable person, would definitely bring it over.

They never imagined that when their older brother's family had a new baby, the couple would leave empty-handed with bitter faces, filled with shame.

Wang Qing clutched the money and tickets in his hand, glanced at the baby, and then left.

Wow!

She was hungry.

Mingqi woke up and waved her little hand, indicating it was time to eat.

Eating? What is eating? The child's mind is blank, like a blank sheet of paper, but the hunger in her stomach makes her shout at the top of her lungs.

"Aaaaaah!"

Wang Tiezhu's smiling face had barely extended when the child started making a fuss. He looked at the old woman and asked, "Mom? What's wrong?"

The old lady stretched out her upper body and looked: "I'm hungry."

He patted his daughter-in-law and said, "Yanzi, the baby is hungry."

Zhang Yanzi woke up groggily and heard Bao'er crying. It wasn't her first time giving birth, so she knew more about a baby's cry than Wang Tiezhu did.

"Give me the child and close the curtain," she ordered, yawning.

Wang Tiezhu reluctantly handed the child over to the old lady, who deftly drew the curtains, patted her son, and pulled him out.

Wang Hong silently picked up the washbasin, which contained a toothbrush, toothpaste, and a towel, and walked towards the bathroom.

Mingqi hugged the fragrant food and couldn't wait to eat it, slurping it up in big mouthfuls. When she was half full, she slowed down and took small sips, even tapping one of her toes to the beat.

Her belly was full, and before she could even cry out twice, she felt dizzy.

The little feet stopped swinging, the little hands let go, and soft breathing sounds arose.

Zhang Yanzi smiled, humming, "Baby, be good, go to sleep..."