Zhang Xiaolong rushed into the small courtyard at the sound of a child crying. Without sparing the others in the yard a glance, he ran straight to his mother's side and looked anxiously at his child.
When he saw the child, he could not help frowning. "Mother, why did you bring the baby outside without wrapping him in a quilt? In weather this cold, won't he freeze?"
Guo Sufi gave a bitter smile and was just about to speak when the dejected Granny Li, who had arrived behind them, suddenly beamed. In an exaggerated tone, she cried, "Oh dear, look at you! You don't have a shred of experience. Bringing a newborn outside without wrapping him in a quilt in such freezing weather—by my experience, this child will surely be plagued by illness for the rest of his life. Quickly, hand him over and let me take a look."
Zhang Xiaolong's face was full of worry as well. He wanted to say something, but when he looked at his mother, he swallowed the words back down.
Granny Li stepped forward, about to snatch the infant away. Yet the instant she stretched out her hand, she recoiled as if startled and cried loudly, "Oh dear, this... what is wrong with this baby?"
Zhang Xiaolong froze and carefully examined the child before him, but no matter how he looked, he could not see anything unusual.
Zhang Xiaohua was puzzled as well. Could this granny see some clue? Yet even his divine sense could not distinguish anything abnormal at the moment.
Then Granny Li said fearfully, "I have delivered babies all my life. Newborns are always wrinkled like little old men, ugly beyond measure. Only after a full month do they gradually grow fair and plump. Where had I ever seen a baby