"Oh…" As Qin Zhi'ai repeated those words, she let out a moan and reached out to grab her abdomen. It was a sudden pain—not like what she would feel when the baby would kick her but more likely a contraction.
"Madam, madam, what's wrong?" The frightened housekeeper hurriedly reached out to support Qin Zhi'ai.
Another sharp pain ripped through her abdomen again. Qin Zhi'ai took a deep breath, and she could not say anything when confronted by the anxious housekeeper. Her lips were gradually growing pale, and her breath had become unsteady.
"Madam, is your abdomen hurting? Let me escort you back. We'll get Dr. Xia…" Before the housekeeper could finish talking, Qin Zhi'ai suddenly clenched her hand, increasing the tightness as the pain increased. She gazed at the housekeeper with a pale face as she suppressed the pain and forced herself to speak. "No…"