The cry was utterly heartrending, echoing with the pain of hell itself. It almost brought Han Dongchen to his knees, his heart aching as if pierced by a sword.
His entire chest began to hurt, as cold sweats broke out on his forehead. Yet, Su Xiaowan's recent cries echoed like a tape recorder in his mind, each replay worsening her pain.
Now, Han Dongchen didn't have the mind to deal with Song Yongmei. Su Xiaowan was usually so delicate, he knew well. Even a minor cut to her hand would send her into fits.
But now she was in such pain. His heart was bleeding for her. Su Xiaowan was suffering enormously, and this was merely the beginning. The sounds of her seemingly endless pain, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, filtered out from the maternity room.
