area51novel Chapter 494 How about we call it Lin 7 Liquid?
Chapter 494 How about we call it Lin 7 Liquid?
Soon, the car came to a smooth stop at the entrance of the VIP passage of the Second Anning Hospital.
The medical staff who had been waiting there immediately surrounded them.
Lin Feng opened the car door and shielded Leng Meng with his body. The medical staff immediately stepped forward and carefully moved Leng Meng from her seat to the stretcher.
On the other side, Xia Ning helped Vivian up, and the medical staff worked together to smoothly transfer Vivian to another gurney.
She was still holding her newborn son tightly in her arms, refusing to let go.
"Madam, please hand the child over to us. We will give him a full examination and cleaning," the nurse said softly.
Vivian hesitated for a moment, looked down at the baby in her arms, and then looked up at Lin Feng.
Lin Feng walked over, bent down, and gently kissed her forehead: "Leave it to them."
Vivian nodded and reluctantly handed the baby to the nurse.
Soon, the two were taken to two adjacent VIP delivery rooms, and Dr. Astrid went straight into the delivery room where Leng Meng was.
Xia Ning stayed in Vivian's delivery room to help the nurses take care of the newborn baby and Vivian.
Inside Leng Meng's delivery room, the ticking of the medical equipment was clearly audible. Dr. Astrid carefully examined Leng Meng's condition, her tone gentle:
"Mrs. Lin, you are in great condition. The advantages of your S-level physique are obvious. Your contractions are becoming more regular. Just relax and cooperate with me."
Lin Feng walked to the delivery bed and took Leng Meng's hand.
"How are you feeling?"
Leng Meng glanced at him sideways, a slight smile curving her lips: "Not bad."
Okay.
This is Leng Meng's answer.
No exaggeration, no sensationalism, no attempt to elicit sympathy.
Two simple words that lightly brush away all the pain and discomfort.
But Lin Feng saw a fleeting ripple in her eyes—a subtle vulnerability that she only revealed in front of her closest loved ones.
He held her hand, lowered his head, and kissed her fingertips: "I'm here."
Leng Meng didn't answer, but tightened her grip on his hand even more.
Dr. Astrid walked to the end of the delivery bed and checked again:
"You can start giving birth now, Mrs. Lin. When the next contraction comes, just push according to your feeling."
Leng Meng nodded, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.
With each contraction, she precisely focused her strength in her abdomen, coordinating with the rhythm of her body, pushing once, twice, three times.
Time passed by, second by second.
finally--
A loud cry pierced the air in the delivery room.
Dr. Astrid carefully lifted the newborn, a hint of amazement flashing in her eyes:
Congratulations, it's a very healthy and beautiful baby girl!
The nurse quickly took the baby, placed him on a preheated warming table, and began cleaning his nasal and oral secretions, wiping his body, and measuring various vital signs.
Lin Feng looked down at Leng Meng.
Her face was covered in sweat and fatigue, but the corners of her mouth curved into a gentle smile, and her eyes held a light he had never seen before.
"You've worked hard." Lin Feng leaned down and kissed her forehead.
Leng Meng gently shook her head, her voice weak but firm: "It's not hard work, it's worth it."
The nurse wrapped the cleaned baby in a soft swaddle and carefully placed him in Leng Meng's arms.
The little one had stopped crying and was looking at the world with wide, dark eyes.
Her skin was fair with a rosy tint, and her baby hair was jet black—like a lemon.
His facial features are closer to Lin Feng's, especially the temperament between his eyebrows and eyes, it's like a copy and paste.
"What a beautiful little girl!" a nurse nearby couldn't help but exclaim. "She'll be stunning once her features fully develop."
Leng Meng looked down at her daughter in her arms, a soft smile curving her lips.
She stretched out a finger and gently touched the baby's cheek.
The little one immediately grabbed her finger and held it tightly.
"You're quite strong," Leng Meng said softly, her tone tinged with pride.
Lin Feng leaned closer and gazed tenderly at his daughter in the swaddling clothes.
"I just don't know what her talent is?"
As soon as she finished speaking, a wisp of soft golden light rose gently from between the little princess's eyebrows, drifted lightly to Lin Feng, and then merged into his body.
In an instant, a vast amount of culinary knowledge and skills flooded into Lin Feng's mind—
From the selection and processing of ingredients to the control of heat and the matching of seasonings, and the cooking techniques of various cuisines, everything was clearly etched into his memory.
Lin Feng paused for a moment, then looked at Leng Meng in surprise: "Our daughter's talent... is cooking."
"Cooking?" Leng Meng raised an eyebrow slightly, her tone somewhat amused and exasperated.
Lin Feng was not disappointed at all; on the contrary, he showed a hint of anticipation.
"I once watched an anime where there was a character named Oscar who could make sausages with different effects, providing his teammates with various buffs such as recovery, detoxification, and flight. Later, he cultivated himself into a god and became the God of Food."
He paused, his gaze returning to his daughter's little face: "So, the ability to cook is truly not to be underestimated. What's more—"
He smiled and said, "I can also cook delicious meals for the whole family. This talent is definitely very popular."
Leng Meng's lips curved slightly: "Those foodies in our family are going to be in for a treat from now on."
Lin Feng kissed Leng Meng on the forehead again: "I'm going to check on Vivian."
Leng Meng nodded: "Go ahead."
He turned and walked out of the delivery room, quickly heading towards the delivery room next door.
Pushing open the door, Vivian was half-lying on the bed, holding the cleaned baby in her arms.
Xia Ning sat on a chair by the bed, slowly peeling an apple.
She looked up at Lin Feng and asked softly, "Has Mengmeng given birth?"
Lin Feng nodded: "It's a daughter, and her talent is related to cooking. Our whole family will be in for a treat from now on."
Vivian's eyes lit up, and a relieved smile curved her lips: "Great, finally a life skills skill!"
As they were talking, Dr. Astrid walked over slowly.
"Now that the child's father is here, come and help Vivian clear the grain route."
After saying that, she gestured for the nurses to leave the delivery room.
Xia Ning placed the peeled apple on the bedside table and followed her out.
The door was gently closed.
The delivery room quieted down, with only the low hum of the medical equipment and the occasional soft whimpers of the baby remaining.
Lin Feng began to operate the machine skillfully, and with almost no effort, "the spring began to flow."
Lin Feng looked up at Vivian, his expression somewhat subtle: "Why... is it so sweet?"
Vivian's cheeks flushed: "It's probably because... I ate too much fruit tonight."
Lin Feng didn't say much. Only after confirming that the grain transport route was completely clear did he reluctantly—no, he made sure—
He handed the rice bowl to his son, who was waiting eagerly to eat.
As soon as the little guy came close, he immediately made "gulping" swallowing sounds, his little face full of satisfaction.
Vivian looked down at her son and gently stroked the top of his soft, golden hair.
Let's give the child a name.
Lin Feng lowered his head, looking at the little guy, the harrowing scene of his son's birth flashing through his mind—
The body is stretched and thinned, sliding out of the mother's body like a noodle, and then slowly and visibly gathers together, reshapes, and returns to its original shape.
That ability to liquefy things in any shape...
"How about we call him Lin Qiye?" Lin Feng suggested.