Ma Suyun felt like her life was being drained away, but she forced herself to ask, with dry lips, "Is my son okay?"
The midwife had long since lost her patience.
In all the years she'd been delivering babies, she'd never seen someone like Ma Suyun who could scream and struggle so much.
She screamed from day into night, and the more she was told to conserve her energy, the louder she screamed.
The baby was clearly not big, yet it just wouldn't come out.
And when Qin Wen hired her, he even haggled over the price. She'd never heard of bargaining for a delivery.
If conditions hadn't improved and everyone had started going to hospitals to give birth, leaving her with less work, she never would have taken this job.
In the end, she didn't earn much more money, but spent twice the effort.
Hearing Ma Suyun's question, she replied impatiently, "What son? It's a girl, and she's fine."
