Suddenly there was a strong wind outside the window, heavy rain poured down, dead branches were ruthlessly knocked to the ground, night-blooming epiphyllums were scattered on the ground, candlelight was shaking violently, and red lanterns hung in the four corners outside the room were soaked by the water. Wet, dripping with water beads.
It rained all night, and Anyi was in pain all night. The rain gradually subsided in the morning, but Anyi still didn't give birth to her child.
Outside the door, a crimson robe as red as blood burned like fire. Feng Qingchen clasped her hands again and again. Her beautiful eyes had long since lost their sparkle, only anxiety and patience.
"How, how?" Feng Qingchen finally couldn't help it, stepped forward and patted the door, "Let me in!"
Leng Jiu and Mei Ge stepped forward and quickly stopped Feng Qingchen.
"Sir, the midwife and two doctors are inside. Madam will be fine!" Leng Jiu grabbed Feng Qingchen tightly and whispered.
Mei Ge looked at Feng Qingchen who was so anxious. She had never seen him in so many years of following him. She said, "Sir, Madam will be fine!"
She was willing to call her Madam because only this woman, Liu Lanhua, could make this man bored and irritable, sweet and anxious, even at the cost of his life.
Leng Jiu raised her eyes and glanced at Mei Ge. Mei Ge stared at Feng Qingchen closely, with only admiration and admiration in her eyes, less possession and love.
But Feng Qingchen couldn't hear anything. An Yi shouted all night last night, and now there was suddenly no sound. He was anxious and scared. He couldn't wait any longer!
Pushing Leng Jiu and Mei Ge away, Feng Qingchen kicked open the door and rushed in.
In the room, Xue Lingqiao and Xue Lingbi were at their wits' end.
Anyi had been in pain all night last night, and her cervix was opened, but the baby wouldn't go down. Xue Lingqiao had already taken out the scalpel, preparing to follow Anyi's instructions for a caesarean section.
An Yi's mind is no longer clear. Her mind always reminisces about the time when she was a child and followed her grandma around the streets to tell fortunes for others. Her grandma often said that life and death are determined by fate and wealth. Maybe this is her fate!
"The blood pressure has gone up! Her eyelids are moving. Is she going to wake up?" An Yi heard Xiao Lou's voice and clenched her hands, desperately trying to regain her consciousness.
"Master..." Xue Lingqiao's hand holding the scalpel was shaking. He had never been so nervous.
Feng Qingchen punched him in the face and shouted at the top of her lungs: "Don't touch her!"
Xue Lingqiao was lying on the ground, trembling all over. He didn't want to, he didn't want to, but no matter how late it was, neither the adults nor the children could be saved!
"Liu Lanhua, Liu Lanhua, wake me up!" Feng Qingchen stepped forward and picked up the chaotic An Yi, "I order you to give birth to this child safely for me, otherwise I will kill everyone you care about. People, Liu Sunshi, Xiaodouzi, don’t leave any one behind!”
Anyi frowned slightly.
"Listen, I do what I say!" Feng Qingchen shouted loudly.
An Yi felt as if he had returned to Liuzhuang again, back to the scene when he first met Feng Qingchen.
She smiled softly and wanted to step forward and hug Feng Qingchen, but Feng Qingchen suddenly turned into Long Yeli!
In the house a few hundred meters away from the branch, Liu Fanhua was trembling with excitement. She opened the altar. On the altar were An Linglong's birth date and began to recite the soul-saving spell.
On the side, Long Yeli looked nervously, his eyes cold.
Long Yule saw this scene from outside the door and couldn't help but clenched his fingers and raised his eyes. The clouds in the sky overlapped and it started to rain heavily again.
