In those mere three seconds, as Mo Shiche reached out to help, Sheng Miao had already heavily fallen to the ground.
She cried out in pain, and the next second, bright red blood flowed from between her legs, dyeing the hem of her dress...
Sheng Miao's face was painfully pale, and upon seeing the blood she became even more panicked, urgently crying out, "The harvest... our child... our child..."
Luo Qiangwei trembled, suddenly looking up at him.
A flash of surprise crossed Mo Shiche's eyes, but he quickly rushed over to scoop Sheng Miao into his arms, "The doctor is right here, you'll be seen immediately."
The doctor, seeing the situation, also stood up and rushed out to instruct the nurses to prepare for surgery.
Thirty minutes later.
Outside the emergency room, there was a dead silence.
Mo Shiche and Yian Song stood leaning against the wall on one side.
