"Lord, rest assured. Madam's baby is positioned perfectly, and she's in excellent health. The delivery will undoubtedly be smooth!"
"Indeed, indeed. Lord, you're overly concerned. I've delivered countless babies in my lifetime. Madam's condition is ideal. She'll be just fine."
"…Of course, labor pains are inevitable for every expectant mother. It's a small price to pay for the miracle of childbirth. It'll pass quickly."
"Madam, this is your first child. Subsequent deliveries will be easier!"
"Yes, yes!"
The midwives prattled on, their nonsensical chatter soothing Qiao Xuan's anxious heart.
Childbirth wasn't a walk in the park. Even if she'd never experienced it firsthand, she'd witnessed the trials of labor. Especially in ancient times, with medical knowledge practically non-existent, childbirth was akin to surrendering to fate, relying solely on luck.
