Seeing that Mo Chuxi arrived, the doctor didn’t waste any time.

He took off his mask and turned around to point.

"Young Master Mo, please rest assured for now. The second young master’s condition has currently stabilized, but..."

The doctor paused as he spoke and frowned.

"However, because the second young master inherited Mrs. Mo’s heart condition and he is prematurely born, his physical condition is relatively weak, so he might still experience recurrent symptoms of weakened heartbeat."

"How could this happen? He’s so small, and he has to suffer like this?"

Mo Qingning felt distressed.

He just came out yesterday from the womb, and now he’s already been into the emergency room twice.

They are flesh and blood connected; how could he not feel heartache!

"Young Master Mo need not worry too much. As long as everyone takes good care and provides timely treatment, the second young master can still grow up healthy and happy. Moreover, these types of hereditary diseases have a high self-recovery rate during infancy and childhood development."

Hearing what the doctor said, Mo Chuxi and the others felt much relieved.

Indeed.

When Chun was born, she also had this hereditary condition, but she recovered during her growth process, and now the little one is growing healthily and happily...

Mo Chuxi returned to the ward and, after consulting with the doctor, took the eldest from the nursery to see Yan Xinxin.

Though it wasn’t his first time having a baby, his emotions were inevitably different.

At that time, the siblings were born in such unsettling circumstances, and he even thought Chun had died, leading him to depression.

But now it’s different.

He has a son, daughter, a wife, and so many people who care for him.

She is the happiest woman in the world, and her emotions right now are the opposite of those days.

At this moment, Yan Xinxin tilted her head, looking at this soft Little Baozi lying beside her, her inner excitement was hard to express.

She extended her pinky, gently touching the little milk Baozi’s tiny nose, and face.

"Baby, what should we call you, hmm? Daddy said he wants to call you Mo Zhi."

Yan Xinxin softly spoke, holding the little one’s small soft hand.

"Daddy didn’t say that; it’s mommy talking nonsense."

Mo Chuxi suddenly leaned over, his handsome jade-like face immediately close to Yan Xinxin’s.

The Little Baozi couldn’t speak or express himself but was extraordinarily quiet and obedient, only kicking his little legs.

Mo Chuxi noticed in the morning the son’s eyes didn’t seem big, but now upon looking, distinct double eyelids had formed, and the eyes were not just bright but also quite large.

He’s confident in his genes, believing these two little ones will undoubtedly be handsome studs when they grow up.

"Didn’t expect both boys; I thought at least one would be a girl, so Chun would have a sister to wear skirts with..."

Yan Xinxin sighed, but despite her words, looking at the son lying beside her made her feel so fond.

"One Little Princess is enough, to avoid rivalry for affection."

Mo Chuxi was quite easy-going, and privately, he wished Yan Xinxin would give birth to two sons.

So, three little Princes could take good care of his Little Princess.

Yan Xinxin pursed her lips with a smile, looking at the quiet Little Milk Baozi, feeling immensely gratified.

"Chuxi, I want to see the second one, can you bring the second one over too?"

"Don’t be greedy; you can only see the eldest today, and we’ll see the second tomorrow."

"Why is it like this..."

Yan Xinxin was dissatisfied.

Just as she was about to protest, a tall figure appeared at the doorway of the ward.

Mo Chuxi and Yan Xinxin simultaneously looked up and saw the newcomer, one surprised, the other delighted.