Mu Liang crawled over and held Qiao Xia's hand. Her face was completely bloodless, and her lower lip was bitten to the point of bleeding. Mu Liang thought of letting her bite his arm directly, but withdrew his hand at the last moment, remembering that his blood was toxic. He took off his leather jacket and shirt, rolled up the shirt, and let her bite it instead.
"Qiao Xia, hang in there, don't give up, you can do it." Mu Liang gripped her hand tightly. There was already blood below, looking very bad, and he didn't have any solutions.
He had lost all confidence.
If something happened to Qiao Xia, what would he do?
Qiao Xia was trying her best, and Mu Liang occasionally glanced down. After more than an hour, he suddenly shouted in surprise, "I see the baby's head, honey, keep going, keep going."
