In the bedroom, a group of female doctors surrounded the bed, with Liam Yancey standing at the foot, his handsome face darkening to the freezing point.
As soon as he entered the room, he could hear Tara Summer's low moans and occasional gasps, as if she was truly in pain.
"How is it?" Liam Yancey's dark eyes brooded as he looked at the woman's pained expression on the bed, his patience reaching its limit, and his temper became volatile, "What exactly is going on?"
"Master Liam, from the examination in all aspects, there doesn't seem to be a problem..."
"Enough! I don't want to hear this!" Liam Yancey suppressed his rage, trying not to scare Tara Summer with his voice, "If you can't do it, all of you get out!"
The man's anger had reached its limit, and although suppressed, it still reached Tara Summer on the bed. She opened her eyes, sweat still on her forehead, clearly in discomfort.
"Liam..." Her hoarse voice trembled slightly as she reached out her hand towards him.
