"The dilation has reached ten centimeters, Lady, push hard." Ye Qiu's expression was extremely serious, yet calm and composed, inspiring an involuntary trust from everyone in the delivery room.
"Ah!" Zhong Lan screamed in agony, her grip on Second Mrs. Shen's hand revealing bulging veins.
The Old Marquis sat in a chair outside the room, repeatedly chanting sutras, while the Second Old Master paced back and forth incessantly. Maids came and went, carrying in basins of hot water and out basins of bloody water.
"Ye Qiu, I can't do it anymore, it hurts so much, why isn't the child coming out yet." Zhong Lan said weakly.
"Ginseng soup, quickly give the Lady a bowl of ginseng soup." Ye Qiu hurriedly instructed everyone. This ginseng, which she had taken from her space, had extraordinary medicinal properties. She was afraid Zhong Lan would run out of strength halfway through the birth.
