Meng Zhao and the others heaved a sigh of relief when they heard there was nothing seriously wrong.
"Thank God, it's good there's nothing wrong."
Meng Zhao made a gesture of praying to Buddha, clearly just as frightened. It was only now that Zhao Sishang could barely suppress the sadness in her heart, but she was still concerned about Musheng's condition inside.
Others giving birth would at least cry out in pain, but the operating room was eerily silent, with no sound at all, which was quite scary!
The people outside were naturally anxious too.
"Lianmiao, Lianmiao!"
A voice full of urgency and worry came through, seemingly choked with sobs.
Mu Lianmiao turned her head and saw it was Musheng's mother, Ma Changying.
Seeing Ma Changying, even though her mood was far from optimistic, Mu Lianmiao still softly called out, "Mom."
Her voice seemed to be laced with a tinge of dejection.
