Good luck doesn't work, bad luck does.
Song Ci wished he could shut his own foul mouth up. Everything he said seemed to come true. Why didn't some gold and jewels fall from the sky?
Lin Qing withdrew her hand, her face heavy.
Madam Song noticed her expression, and her heart sank.
"Ah Qing, how is it?" Song Ci asked.
Lin Qing said, "The fetal position is breached. Fortunately, Madam has only spotted a little blood and the amniotic fluid has not yet broken. We can still try to correct it, but Madam will have to endure some pain."
"That's right, we can forcefully massage, but it will hurt and might not necessarily correct it." Liu, the midwives, nodded vigorously.
Song Ci scolded, "Childbirth for a woman is like passing through the gates of hell. How can there be no pain? Stop dilly-dallying. Do what needs to be done quickly. If you keep dragging on and debating, if the water breaks, that's the real trouble."
"Yes, yes."
