Giving birth, a son is born for life, a daughter born for death, life and death separated by a mere paper-thin veil, if destined to live, drink chicken soup; if not, meet the King Yan.
Xiao Chunyu went into labor early from anger, coupled with the midwife arriving late.
When the midwife arrived, one of the child's feet had already emerged.
"God, this is a difficult labor."
The midwife, terrified, turned her head to leave: "You better find someone more skilled quickly, I am not capable of handling this."
"Nanny Zhang, you are compassionate, you must save my lady."
Seeing the situation turn dire, Molan fell to her knees before the midwife with a thud, holding onto her leg, refusing to let go: "Nanny Zhang, I beg you, save my lady."
