"Let me ask you, how is her fetal position? Can you tell by touch? Do you have a grasp on it?" Lin Wanwan asked the midwife beside her.
The midwife slapped her thigh and said, "Madam, the baby is in the breech position, feet down. I can't correct it no matter what I do. This is really difficult. If we delay any longer, even if the baby comes out it will be too late, and the mother will be tormented to death."
Lin Wanwan heard the midwife's judgment and felt her heart skip a beat, but she couldn't show any panic on her face.
In the bed, Lin Juhua also heard the midwife's words and her breathing quickened several notches.
Lin Wanwan turned and reprimanded the midwife: "What nonsense are you talking? With me here, it's nothing major. I will adjust the fetal position and ensure the safety of both mother and child."
