After rebirth, I ran wild in the heart of His Highness the Prince

A midwife is a midwife after all. If there is bleeding or dystocia, you still have to rely on a professional doctor to solve these situations.

Gu Siyuan considered this series of situations and ordered his men to prevent the worst case scenario from happening.

The worst case scenario is what none of them want to see.

There was a lot of noise in the delivery room. The woman's crying voice was very harsh in everyone's ears, and it was also accompanied by Wen Po's urging shouts.

"Harder! Don't let go!"

"Soon!"

"Harder! Hold on!"

Everyone was waiting outside the palace for the results inside the room. This silence came from everyone's anxiety.

Pours of hot water were fed in, and basins of blood were brought out.

"It's so lively." The inappropriate voice was muffled so low that you couldn't hear it if you weren't careful.

Qin Xiaoyun walked in slowly from the door with Pingting's graceful steps.

Behind her was the man in the conical hat, the veil still covering his face airtightly in the breeze.

Occasionally, a corner was lifted, revealing only a pair of eyes filled with frightening hatred.

Chu Changying's expression was leisurely and calm, which was different from everyone else's anxious or solemn expressions.

It's not like she's here to help, but like she's here to watch the show.

If you didn't look closely, you wouldn't be able to notice the heaviness in her eyes, and her slender hands unconsciously caressing her belly again and again.

In the delivery room, Chu Changying's voice became quieter and quieter, and finally disappeared, leaving only Po Wen's panicked urging.

"Hurry, kid! The kid has seen his head!"

"Take a deep breath, the mother is running out of energy!"

"what!"

There was absolutely no movement in the room.

The atmosphere inside and outside the palace was very strange, as if there was a dead silence, and no sound could be heard.

Well, that's great.

Fang Zhiheng stood aside, with a small smile on the corner of his mouth under the veil.

This weird smile, under the completely different face, looked even more terrifying.

The raging fire in my mind seemed to be still burning, and for a long time, only a pile of broken walls and ashes that had accumulated over time remained.

Every wrongdoer has his own debtor, and there is no sense of retribution in the world.

Fang Zhiheng stood for a while, but the room was still quiet, without any sound.

Fang Zhiheng glanced at the faces of the people around him, and his eyes focused on Qin Zhongxun's face.

Qin Zhongxun's face was ashen, and his complexion was no worse than that of the woman who gave birth.

His figure staggered a little, and his eyes looked a little confused, as if he didn't dare to accept this fact.

He whispered Chu Changying's name, his lowered eyebrows covering all the expressions on his face.

Seeing Qin Zhongxun's despairing expression, Fang Zhiheng's heart was filled with joy.

Things are a foregone conclusion.

First your wife, your children, and finally your relatives and friends...

I want you to bear the pain of losing a loved one and being alone over and over again.

Fang Zhiheng was satisfied and wanted to leave this place.

He was in a very good mood, and the curve of his mouth never dropped.

The atmosphere outside the palace was heavy, and no one spoke first.

It seems to have defaulted to an ending that no one wants to mention.

A loud baby cry overturned all the silence.

Wen Po's surprised cry came from the palace: "I'm giving birth! I'm giving birth!"

Fang Zhiheng's other foot stopped on the threshold.

He turned around slowly, staring in the direction of the delivery room with sinister eyes.