450 Provoking

Veins popped out on Li Jinghua's hand that was gripping the blanket. Another wave of pain passed. She shook her head vigorously and said, "No, no, I'm not giving birth anymore. Ah Ling, Ah Ling, quickly get the midwife to think of a way to get the baby out. Don't care about me. I feel like I'm dying from the pain!"

Ignoring her, Mu Yangling turned to ask the midwife, "How is it?"

The midwife was sweating profusely. "The position of the baby is wrong. As the child is in a horizontal position now, we have to shift the baby before she can deliver the child."

Mu Yangling's eyes were filled with ruthlessness as she asked coldly, "Didn't you guys pat your chests and ensure that there was no problem with the fetal position a few months ago?"