"Young Madam, please pull yourself together, the baby is almost out, you must muster your strength and don't fall asleep!"
In the birthing room, the midwife looked at Liu Tinglan, the young madam of the Shen family, whose cervix had only dilated to three fingers wide and who was already colorless and devoid of any strength, and yelled anxiously, wishing she could give birth to the child for the young madam herself.
At that moment, Liu Tinglan lay disheveled and deathly pale on the bed, her body drenched as if she had just been fished out of water. Her usually bright eyes were now hazed over with a layer of foggy white. She tried hard to move her eyeballs to listen to what the midwife was saying, but it was as if countless bees were buzzing in her ears, preventing her from making out a single word.