Ji Qingwu had just found a suitable place for the medicinal herbs when someone came to call for her. They said Qi Peiyao was about to give birth; she had already gone into labor.
She grabbed the maternity bag she had prepared long ago and hurried over.
The Hu Brothers' joyous laughter from a moment ago was now replaced by an equally intense anxiety as they waited outside the tent.
It was the first time a woman had given birth in the military camp, and the soldiers passing by could all hear Qi Peiyao's hoarse screams.
Outside the tent, the north wind whipped Hu Lie's beard into a mess. The burly man squatted on the ground, tears splashing down, looking even weaker than the woman in labor.
Hu Chen pressed his face against the tent flap, listening intently to the sounds within. His eyebrows shot up and fell with every scream from inside, and his fingers nearly scratched through the tent's fabric.
