Margie Dawn came over, fetched a basin of hot water, and wiped off the cold sweat on Ruth Dawn's forehead. "Ruth, it's not a big issue; your water has already broken."
"Just push a little harder, so the baby's head comes out, and he'll be able to come out."
"Push! Push hard!"
Margie Dawn cheered her on.
Ruth Dawn gritted her teeth, the pain was tearing her apart. "I can't push, it's too difficult."
"Why do women have to have babies?"
"Why does it have to be so difficult? Ah—"
She exerted all her strength, but she simply couldn't give birth to the child.
The child in her belly seemed to have fused with her, showing no intention of coming out at all.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Just then, in the morgue of Saint Mary Hospital, a dozen metal cabinets suddenly burst open, and 'a dozen' corpses ran out.
There was no one guarding outside the morgue; no one thought that the 'dead' inside could cause any problems.