She has delivered babies for most of her life, but no man has done it.
Don’t they say that when a woman gives birth, it’s not good for a man to see the blood?
Therefore, men have always stayed away from each other.
However, Master Luo's voice was so firm.
The look in his eyes is also unmistakable.
Don't dare to disobey.
Give him the scissors.
Luo Jia took the scissors but didn't dare to use them.
That thing that sticks two people together - won't it hurt if you cut it like this?
"Master, it doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt at all if you cut it off..."
Of course, people at that time didn't know why they didn't feel any pain when they cut the umbilical cord.
Luojia no longer hesitated and slashed with his sword.
With a "wow" sound, the baby started crying.
Luo Jia was startled.
Then we looked at the child. When she was in her mother's body, her respiratory system was carried out by her mother through the umbilical cord. Once the umbilical cord was cut, her parasitic life in the fetus was over, and she began to breathe through her own lungs. This cry was her
The beginning of the first breath.
He went down with trembling hands and tied a knot.
Then, this child becomes an independent individual.
From then on, she will follow the wind, like a small seedling, growing up day by day.
Then, the voice of the midwife came, a little cautious, as if she was afraid that Luo Jia would be unhappy: "Master, I am a daughter of a wealthy family..."
Thousands of gold!!
It’s a rich man!
Girls!!!
Luojia laughed heartily.
I don't know why I'm laughing. I'm just inexplicably happy.
The midwife observed her words and her voice became beaming with joy: "Congratulations, Mr. Luo, congratulations, Madam... on the birth of a daughter... Ha, a full six kilograms. Listen, how loud the cry is. Where is the healthy child...
"
This child came into the world about ten days early, but it did not affect her health at all.
All of a sudden, the news of congratulations to Mr. Luo on his daughter's fortune spread like wildfire.
Luo Jia was actually very nervous. Sweat was falling layer by layer on his forehead.
First look at the child's face - a red little face with perfect features.