Outside, thunder and lightning clashed, while inside cries of pain echoed continuously. Each time there was a flash of white light, Song Ci's heart would skip a beat, watching Madam Song who was half-kneeling on the bed, nearly exhausted to the point of being held up by servants. Her feet were trembling.
"Madam, why don't you wait outside?" Nanny Gong, seeing her pale and green face, couldn't help but suggest.
Song Ci shook her head, licked her cracked lips, and said, "I said I would stay here, it's fine."
As they spoke, another startled exclamation arose from the birthing bed, along with basins of blood being carried out and the chaos among everyone present.
"What's going on, what's going on?" Song Ci hurriedly grabbed Nanny Gong's hand and walked over, seeing Madam Song with her head drooping, unconscious, and couldn't help but feel a pang in her heart.
Lin Qing stepped forward, felt her pulse, and said, "Exhaustion led to fainting."
