"Wenbin, I really can’t hold on anymore. Can you take me to the hospital? I’m in so much pain, really in so much pain."

Jiang Jinghan, with her big belly, grabbed Liu Wenbin’s hand: "Wenbin, take me to the hospital!"

"Wenbin," Jiang Jinghan endured the spasms in her belly, her heart filled with panic. She could feel that this delivery wouldn’t go smoothly. If they didn’t go, the child was very likely to be in danger, "Wenbin, I’m begging you, I’m afraid the baby’s position is wrong, let’s go to the hospital for the doctor to take a look, okay?"

"Mom, is this really okay?" Liu Wenbin hesitated, "Little Han seems to be in real pain, maybe we should just take her to the hospital."

Luo Jianying pushed Liu Wenbin outside: "All women have to go through this when giving birth. In our days, we all gave birth at home. The midwife will be here soon, no need to go to the hospital."

"Aunt Zhang has delivered countless babies, and there’s never been any trouble. Even if the baby’s position is wrong, it’ll be safely delivered by her."

"Little Han just lacks experience. When she has a second child, she’ll know there’s nothing to be afraid of."

"Hospitals these days just cheat people out of their money. Once they take you there, you’ll lose a few thousand, if not tens of thousands. That’s just setting someone up for disaster."

Luo Jianying’s words convinced Liu Wenbin. This was his mom after all, and she wouldn’t deceive him.

Moreover, this was a matter of life and death, and his mom wouldn’t joke about such a thing.

"Alright, go outside. Aunt Zhang will be here soon. This place isn’t for men to hang around, it’s unlucky and will bring bad luck."

Liu Wenbin went outside, crouching at the edge of the courtyard was another person, exactly his father, Liu Chengxi, like the elders in the village, he was an old tobacco smoker, shaking leaf tobacco while smoking.

"Wenbin, don’t be nervous. It’s just a matter of time. Back when your mom gave birth, it was exactly the same, and she’s perfectly healthy."

"Got it, Dad."

"Young people nowadays are just so fragile. At the drop of a hat, they want to go to the hospital. A single hospital visit, and a few hundred to a thousand bucks are gone. Some people have to spend several thousand or even tens of thousands just to have a child. What child is so precious?"

"And those postpartum care centers, they’re just scams to take your money."

"Childbirth is like that, once the baby is born, it’ll be fine. Aunt Zhang has delivered many babies without any issues. You can rest assured."

Liu Chengxi’s words made Liu Wenbin completely abandon the idea of sending Jiang Jinghan to the hospital.

Liu Wenbin took out his phone, his heart gradually calming down. He got a bit nervous again when Aunt Zhang went inside after arriving.

Listening to Jiang Jinghan’s cries of pain, Liu Chengxi comforted, "Your mom used to cry even louder than Little Han, it’s nothing."

Liu Wenbin was no longer that afraid, his parents had said that childbirth was like this.

As he continued to play with his phone with his head down, he suddenly heard hurried, chaotic footsteps, followed by feeling a painful thump on the back of his head, falling painfully to the ground.

Holding his head, he only saw a figure hurriedly running into the house.

"Song Qianyan, what are you doing?" Inside came Luo Jianying’s angry shout, "Where are you taking Little Han, not going to give birth?"

Qiann Yan gave Luo Jianying and the midwife Aunt Zhang next to her a cold glance, a gaze so cold that both of them trembled.

They quickly reacted, trying to stop Qiann Yan, but she kicked them both over easily.

Qiann Yan held Jiang Jinghan and rushed out, followed by someone she hired as a driver. Seeing Jiang Jinghan’s miserable state, the driver almost cursed.

It’s already this era, how could there still be people behaving like in the Qing Dynasty?

"Chengxi, stop her, Little Han still has to give birth."

Liu Chengxi quickly threw down his pipe and, with Liu Wenbin, tried to stop Qiann Yan.

Jiang Jinghan, looking at everything in front of her, finally started to come to her senses. She looked at Qiann Yan’s haggard face and burst into tears: "Mom."

Qiann Yan’s face twisted slightly; it was the first time being a mother of such a big daughter, adding to her strange experiences.

"We’re going to the hospital."

In the dark, oppressive atmosphere, looking on from there, Old Mrs. Song also burst into tears, her whole body trembling.

"Little Han will definitely be alright. I’m willing to exchange my fortune in the next life for Little Han’s happiness in this life."