Doctor Peng's two hands pushed the uterus so intensely she started to tremble all over, her finger joints and wrist joints were white from the exertion, and her skin flushed red. The mother couldn't hold on any longer, and neither could she.
Quick, quick, quick. Doctor Zheng bent down, eyes wide open, observing if there was any other breakthrough point in the birth canal to grasp.
The sound of surgical slippers pitter-pattering echoed through the corridor, swiftly stepping on the labor room's floor tiles, distinctively loud.
The senior midwife felt this situation might be bad, and quickly called the intern to run and summon other doctors for help.
Supporting the pregnant woman's husband, Geng Yongzhe heard the commotion, and turned his head to see two silhouettes approaching.
