Year's end.
Early morning.
Looking at Yan Lingyun still fast asleep beside him, Lian Youming tucked the quilt around her, then played with his dear boy for a while before getting dressed and going out to wash up.
Zhao Lanxiang and Yan's Mother were up too, chatting in the living room. Lian Shuang and Lian Lei were engrossed in the television.
Both older women had found people to cover their shifts. Once he returned, they had finished handing things over and begun packing at home, ready to spend New Year in the South. As for Lian Youming's father and father-in-law, they had most likely gone out drinking again.
In just under half a year, the two had gone from in-laws to practically brothers.
Yan Beitong's medical skills were simply extraordinary, especially when it came to helping people have children. He was practically the child-granting Guanyin reborn. Some of his father's old comrades had also been wounded on the battlefield, leaving hidden ailments or lingering complications. When his father-in-law treated them, while he could not necessarily cure them outright, most saw marked improvement.
Lian Youming had only returned a couple of days earlier and knew nothing about it, until people came straight to the house. A whole family brought eggs and pork, clasping Yan Beitong's hands and thanking him over and over, nearly dropping to their knees.
They had been infertile for most of their lives, yet he had actually cured them.
Apparently, even a factory leader had made a special visit to invite him over for a consultation.
His family had had nine children, and every one was a girl.
Over the past two days, invitations to drink had poured in too.
After washing up, Lian Youming cleared the snow from the courtyard before taking his son in his arms