Yun Cangxue stared intently at Yun Sheng, watching her fluid, cloud-like movements.
The cesarean section, originally a gruesome scene, didn't cause any queasiness when performed by Yun Sheng.
Her every cut was precise, just like tailoring a piece of fine silk.
"It's out!"
Zhou Quan couldn't help himself and moved forward, but was promptly grabbed by Yun Canglang.
Yun Sheng did not even furrow her brow as she took out a lump of flesh.
Although the facial features were not yet clearly formed, it was indeed a real infant's corpse.
"My poor daughter," Xian Yu's mother held Xian Yu's father and wailed out loud.
Liu Hao closed his eyes in agony, while the people of Yun Residence heaved a sigh of relief.
Cheng Sihai collapsed onto the ground, Qi Fangfei's face was left with nothing but indifference.
Little Ci'en Hall, Yun Sheng, once again, they have won.
