In the isolation room.
Qin Xi touched the pregnant woman's stomach and felt the life in it. She sighed. "They can't be saved."
Pan Lingling and Hu Jingyun also looked sympathetic. Their eyes were slightly red as they asked worriedly, "What about the pregnant woman? Can she be saved?"
"The pregnant woman's condition isn't that serious. The child in her stomach has taken the toxin. Alright, I'll give her acupuncture to expel the toxin and speed up the delivery. The two of you, help deliver the child."
Qin Xi's heart was also very heavy. Those two little lives were killed just like that. Before they could even take a look at this colorful world, they were gone.
Although Qin Xi had never been a mother, she felt that it would be very difficult for a pregnant woman to walk out of the pain for the rest of her life. It was better to die than to live.