"Yes." Ran Yan groaned in pain.
Behind the screen, three other midwives led by two maids also hurried in. Ran Yan grabbed the muslin, and large beads of sweat quickly appeared on her forehead.
Outside, Xiao Song was pacing in the corridor. The two imperial physicians he had invited were asked to rest in the tea room. Alone outside, he was anxious, yet did not dare to make a sound for fear of disturbing the childbirth.
The torment felt as if a year had passed. Each time Ran Yan's cries of pain sounded from the room, Xiao Song's heart felt as though it was being fiercely gripped, both tense and painful. Unable to restrain himself, he leaned against the door to listen for a while. There was indeed a small gap, but the large screen blocked the view, making it impossible to see anything.
"Jiulang." Liu Qingsong quickly entered the courtyard and said, "Is your wife giving birth?"
