Qiuyuan entered carrying food and saw Yan Feili anxiously clutching the baby. Seeing him, he hurriedly called out, "Doctor Qiu, please come quickly and see, what's wrong with the baby? Why is he crying nonstop? Is he sick? Or uncomfortable somewhere?" "General Yan, don't be nervous.
I got a bowl of millet porridge from the kitchen and fed him; that should help."
Setting down the tray, he took the bowl of millet porridge.
Recalling how he had just asked the cook for advice, he scolded himself silently for being so foolish as not to realize that a newborn baby would cry because he was hungry.
Yan Feili suddenly understood.
Thinking that women usually breastfeed after childbirth, he felt a flush of embarrassment.
The two grown men clumsily fed the baby half a bowl of porridge, and finally, the child quieted down contentedly.
Watching the baby gradually fall asleep in his arms, Yan Feili's heart was suddenly filled with gentle and loving feelings.
Looking at his small eyes, curled little hands, and slightly open mouth that occasionally hiccupped, he was extremely adorable.
The love in his heart was indescribable.
Reluctant to put the baby down, Yan Feili ate a little food with one hand.
Qiuyuan saw the affectionate expression Yan Feili had for the child and was moved.
He recalled that about half a year ago, Yan Feili had fainted on the training ground due to physical discomfort and was sent to him for treatment.
After taking his pulse, Qiuyuan was shocked.
Even confident in his medical skills, Qiuyuan confirmed repeatedly before truthfully telling Yan Feili.
At that time, Yan Feili was extremely shocked, looking at him in disbelief, murmuring, "Impossible… impossible…"
But later, the facts proved it true beyond doubt, leaving both unable to deny it.
Qiuyuan knew that long ago there was a tribe called 'Moya'.
That tribe could bear children regardless of gender and was thus regarded as an anomaly.
After several generations of wars, about three hundred years ago, they gradually became extinct along with some other minorities.
Could General Yan have Moya blood? Was he a descendant of the Moya tribe? Qiuyuan once shared this speculation with Yan Feili.
But Yan Feili was an orphan from the chaos of war, not knowing who his biological parents were, so how could he know about his ethnicity?
However, this question was no longer important.
What mattered was how Yan Feili could safely give birth to the child.
Qiuyuan advised him to rest well and avoid strenuous activity.
Fortunately, a major battle with the demon cult had just ended, nothing significant was happening within the sect, and Beitang Ao had gone to the northern border, so Yan Feili had rare peace and quiet.
He always lived in this remote bamboo garden, had little contact with others, and deliberately concealed the matter; with Qiuyuan's help, no one else knew about it.
Actually, calculating the days, Yan Feili's delivery was due around these days.
But Qiuyuan had been busy with many pre-New Year matters and had forgotten.
Until Hua Xiangyan secretly found him at the New Year's banquet, stammering like a ghost: "General Yan said his wa-wa-wa… that… broke… please come quickly…" Hua Xiangyan couldn't get the words out properly, but Qiuyuan suddenly understood and hurried to the bamboo garden with him.
He cursed himself for his negligence.
In fact, Qiuyuan had always been curious about how this child came to be.
Or rather, he was curious about who the child's other father was.
But as a mere doctor, he did not like to pry into others' private matters, and his relationship with Yan Feili was never close, so although curious, he never asked.
Now, seeing Yan Feili's deep and tender love for the child, Qiu Ye Yuan finally couldn't help but say, "General Yan, perhaps this matter is something I shouldn't pry into, but now that you have safely given birth, it would be best for the child's father… um, I mean the other father, to know about this."
Yan Feili suddenly stiffened all over, his face turning somewhat pale.
"General Yan, I apologize for speaking out of turn."
Seeing this, Qiu Ye Yuan quickly apologized.
"Not at all. Doctor Qiu, I am deeply grateful for your great kindness, and I have no way to repay it. How could there be such a thing as speaking out of turn!" Yan Feili smiled bitterly. "It's just that this matter is truly inconvenient for me to discuss. Please forgive me, Doctor Qiu."
Qiu Ye Yuan understood and felt ashamed for his presumptuousness.
"The Northern Gate leader already knows about this. May I ask, General Yan, how do you plan to explain it to him?" Qiu Ye Yuan recalled Beitang Ao's expression when he left and asked with concern.
Upon hearing this, Yan Feili's arm tightened, and the baby suddenly cried out loudly.
The two of them hurriedly fumbled to soothe the child for a long time before it gradually calmed down.
Yan Feili felt somewhat exhausted.
Qiu Ye Yuan then took the child aside and let Yan Feili lie down to rest. At this moment, the previous question was already pushed to the back of his mind.
After lying down, hearing Qiu Ye Yuan carrying food and utensils leave, Yan Feili looked at the child beside his pillow and felt a surge of anxiety.
The matter of the leader finding out under such unexpected circumstances—what would the leader think?
With the leader's temperament, could he accept this child? But after all, this child is the leader's own flesh and blood… Yan Feili's heart was filled with fear and unease for a long time before he drifted back into a heavy sleep.
Who would have thought that when he woke up, he could no longer see the child…
