"AHHHHH!"
"Stay strong!"
"It's coming! It's coming! It's coming!"
The pregnant woman clutched the midwife's arms so tightly that the midwife's hands turned pale, then red.
The woman screamed through the hellish pain and agony.
"Hggggaaaaarr!"
She arched her back, pushing with every ounce of strength she had left. After thirty minutes, the baby's head was visible; by fifty-six minutes, its shoulders; and at last, the entire body emerged.
After the exhausting ordeal of childbirth, the mother still felt pain rippling through her and eventually passed out.
"Mrs. Smith? We really need to talk to you about something important."
Half-asleep, the mother stared at the two figures before her, letting her gaze drift from their uniforms to their faces.
"W-what is it?" she asked, blinking away her drowsiness.
"I'm afraid we discovered a condition with your child."
The midwife reached out a comforting hand, but before she could touch her, the mother swatted it away.
"What… what did you say?"
"I'm sorry to inform you, but your son needs a new heart."
"And how am I supposed to afford a new heart?"
The doctor opened his mouth to reply, but then shut it again, his silence heavy.
"..."
The mother stared at him, waiting for an answer.
"You could consider a pig's heart as a substitute…"
"A pig's heart?"
"Yes, a pig's heart."
"Our clinic will cover the cost."
Without hesitation, she responded, "Agreed."
After the successful surgery, a nurse wheeled Mrs. Smith toward the nursery.
"And here is your child," the nurse said cheerfully.
Mrs. Smith gave a weak smile in return, but it quickly faded as she laid eyes on her son, "John." Her face went ghostly pale.
Strangely, her son's skin was a light shade of pink, and his nose... looked like a pig's.
"John Pork?"