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Ning Qing, who had been sent for emergency treatment, was not in good condition.
She was finally saved, but the doctor said that she had a weak will to live and was unwilling to wake up.
The woman stood by the bed and looked at ning Qing's pale face and her bulging belly.
"Where Are the Children?" she asked.
the child's condition is not good either. The mother's body is too weak during her pregnancy. Moreover, she had a miscarriage before, so the walls of her uterus are thin. It's already not easy to get pregnant.
The woman narrowed her eyes. I'm only asking you if the child can survive.
"She's still alive now, but it'll be difficult to give birth to her. The pregnant woman won't be able to take it, and there's a high chance of dystocia."
"It doesn't matter."
The woman's face was very beautiful, one of the best in the entire Ying city, but her expression was extremely indifferent.
"As long as the child can be safely delivered."
"Yingluo is."
