"Ah!!" Tang Qingxue screamed in agony, the pain tearing through her, cold sweat pouring down her forehead like rain as she clutched a handful of grass tightly.
"Push, push, Qingxue, the baby is about to come out." Long Linger kept encouraging her desperately from the side.
"Lingling, I can't, I can't give birth, Lingling, I can't do it…" Tang Qingxue cried in fear. Several hours had passed and she still hadn't managed to deliver the baby. Her water had already broken, and with a doctor's instinct, she felt that the baby in her belly was probably in grave danger. Her strength was exhausted, her consciousness was starting to blur, and she felt she couldn't hold on anymore; she wanted to give up.
"No, Qingxue, you can do it, push! Nineteen is still waiting for you, waiting for you and your child to come back!" Long Linger kept encouraging her nonstop from the side.
