The midwife looked up to see a tall man standing in front of her.
His clothes were ragged, his face was pitch-black and covered in dust, his hair was matted with mud, and his trousers were smeared with mud.
She looked at him with disdain.
"Where did you come from, you beggar? Stay away!"
"Where is the beautiful pregnant woman carrying twins who you just mentioned?"
"Why should I talk to you - ah!" The midwife's words were cut off.
The man's hand was on her throat, a little force, nearly causing the midwife to pass out.
"I have no patience with you, speak!"
"Just a while ago, someone came to me saying she was about to give birth..."
The midwife was greatly intimidated facing such a formidable character.
She spilled the beans and gave a detailed description of the recent events.
"The pregnant woman's fierce little sister drove me out, that's all that happened, you can let me go now, can't you?" The midwife pleaded cautiously.
