"Hehua said to save the baby..." At this moment, Zhao Xinghua ran out.
"What do you mean, 'save the larger or save the smaller'?" Yang Ruxin's face darkened, "Save both." As she spoke, she was about to enter the room.
"Ruxin, you can't go in there," Zhao Xinghua hurriedly pulled Yang Ruxin back, "It's bad luck."
"There's no such thing as bad luck with me," Yang Ruxin shook her head, "I can't just stand by and watch Aunt Hehua in trouble."
"Ruxin, do you need my help?" Li Yi also hurried over.
"Not for now, I'll go and check on the situation first," Yang Ruxin chuckled, then walked straight into the room.
The old midwife was actually a bit superstitious when she saw Yang Ruxin come in, as the blood house of childbirth was deemed unlucky, but since Miss Yang herself didn't mind, she didn't say anything.
"Ruxin," Dong Wenxiu, who was holding Aunt Hehua's hand, hurriedly called out, tears welling up, "Please think of something quickly..."
