The fifth sixty-ninth chapter biological, biological, can not be lost
That's because I can be sure that my child is my biological child, and yours...
Han Cheng, who was running all the way back, would definitely complain like this if he knew what a few people were thinking.
Of course, even if it’s a complaint, people in the tribe don’t care much.
Every era has its own characteristics, things that future generations care about very much. In this era where people are struggling to survive and everything is based on survival as the highest goal, people really don’t care much.
"Let's pack up and go back."
Wu stood here and was surprised at Han Cheng's speed for a while. After thinking about it, he spoke to someone.
"Have you... given birth?"
Han Cheng, who was running out of breath, asked eagerly to the oncoming Tietou.
"Not yet... not yet..."
Tietou was stunned by the speed displayed by Shenzi.
Isn't it difficult to give birth?
The more you care about someone, the easier it is for you to think the worst when something happens.
What are you thinking about!
Han Cheng secretly pouted, reached out and patted Tietou to show his gratitude to Tietou for coming to report the news, and then continued running towards the tribe without stopping.
After Tietou was stunned for a while, he turned around and ran after Han Cheng, but he couldn't match the speed of Shen Zi and was left behind.
Panting all the way to the tribe's gate, Han Cheng rushed in without much pause, heading towards the room where he lived.
After running a distance of more than 20 meters, I realized that something was not right.
Outside the room where I lived, no one was gathered there. On the contrary, there were many people gathered around the toilet, making it very noisy.
Did Bai Xuemei give birth in the toilet?
Han Cheng stopped and walked to the toilet. He had just taken two steps when he heard the cry of a baby in the midst of the chaos of life.
"It was born! It was born!..."
A sound of joy followed.
Han Cheng stayed on the spot for a moment, and all the chaotic sounds subsided, leaving only the loud cry of the baby.
Han Cheng stayed here in a daze, the baby's cry touched something in his heart.
He didn't know why, but he shed tears unknowingly even though it should have been an extremely joyful moment.
"God...the Son of God, inside..."
Tietou ran in from behind panting, pointed in the direction of the toilet and said to Han Cheng.
Han Cheng just woke up from a dream, quickly wiped the water on his face, and then walked towards the toilet without saying a word.
People near the toilet saw Han Cheng striding over and quickly made way for Han Cheng to go in to visit Bai Xuemei and his children.
His baby was actually born like this, and he became a father like this?
While Han Cheng was excited, he also had some disbelief, and a strange feeling lingered in his heart.
If you have your own baby, you can be a daddy in the future. You can coax the baby to play, cook delicious food for the baby in different ways, kiss, hug, and lift him up...
As soon as I walked to the toilet door, there were many inner dramas. Han Dashenzi, a new nanny who had just become a father, had already begun to fantasize about stepping into the role of a nanny.
This was Han Cheng's second time entering the women's restroom, except when he was in school, where he sneaked into the women's restroom after a quick look and ran away out of curiosity.
Compared to that time when I was secretive and worried, this time I was much more upright and confident.
The excitement and anxiety didn't appear at all, and he didn't even realize that he was entering the women's restroom.
The scene in the toilet has appeared before Han Cheng's eyes.
Huo Er, Ruhua, Qingcao, Zhuang and other women from the Qingque tribe are surrounding here.
The slightly wider area was covered with a piece of tanned leather.
The leather was now covered with filth, and Bai Xuemei, with her lower body naked and pale face, was sitting on this piece of leather, holding a ball of meat in her arms.
The little meat ball was not honest. He was kicking his hands and feet and crying with his mouth open.
"Brother Cheng, look."
When Bai Xuemei saw Han Cheng coming in, a smile appeared on her pale face, and she lifted the little meat ball towards Han Cheng.
Seeing that the little meat ball was bouncing around so much, I was worried that it would fall, so I quickly took it back into my arms. The posture was awkward, and it was obvious that I was not good at holding soft babies.
This scene was not pretty at all, and it was in a bathroom in the summer, but Han Cheng felt it was more beautiful than anything he had ever seen.
Seeing Bai Xuemei's appearance, Han Cheng felt relieved. It was obviously nothing serious.
He walked a few steps quickly and came to Bai Xuemei, stretched out his hands to rub her sweat-soaked hair, and then lowered his head to look at the child who bounced around from time to time.
"I'll go! So ugly..."
The baby had obviously just been born. The umbilical cord had not been cut or washed. The baby was slippery and the skin was wrinkled.
The tender skin was a little purple, and the two hands were tightly clenched together, raised above the head, and moved from time to time in response to the cry.
At a quick glance, it looks like a monkey...
Han Cheng, who had just returned his love to his nanny, suddenly fell out of love. Is this guy really his own?
Even though he had seen many newborn babies, Han Cheng still couldn't help but dislike them.
This is quite different from the imaginary pink, fleshy, milky-scented baby.
After watching it for a while, he reached out and pulled the little guy's legs to one side, exposing the key parts.
Well, that's up to you.
No matter how disgusted he is, he is still his own son after all, so he must do more things.
Turning around to look, Han Cheng saw that warm water, knives, and willow water were all ready, so Han Cheng went on to the next step of the work honestly and politely.
First, wash your hands well with willow water, and then disinfect the knife.
Put the bone knife on the umbilical cord, pull it slowly and slowly to cut it, and then tie a knot.
There is a reason why sharper iron knives are not used. Iron is easy to rust if it is carefully maintained. The iron knives of the Qingque tribe cannot escape this fate.
Han Cheng, who wanted to increase the number of people in his tribe, would certainly not let anyone cut the umbilical cord with an iron knife.
After taking care of the umbilical cord, Han Cheng took the slippery little ball of flesh from Bai Xuemei's arms, put it in the warm willow water, and washed it carefully and gently, very seriously.
Well, it's a bit ugly, but after all, it's my own biological child.
When my hands touched the little guy's body, it was soft, tender and quite comfortable.
I don’t know if it was the warm water that made the little guy feel like he was back in his mother’s belly again, and he felt safe. The little guy who was crying at first calmed down, as if he was worried about Han Cheng, a new baby daddy.
Very satisfied with the service.
After carefully cleaning the little guy and wiping it dry with linen cloth, Han Cheng took the small linen package handed over by Zhuang and wrapped him up.
