Ming Ruo looked at Zhan Xiaolou with downcast eyes. After hesitating for a few seconds, she nodded. "Doctor Zhan, I'll leave it to you. Thank you for your hard work."

As Zhan Xiaolou entered, Lin Shuang was already unconscious, speaking nonsense and sweating profusely. As she walked over, Lin Shuang suddenly opened her eyes and shouted "No!"

Even now, he was still very against Battling Little Lou. Not only was it because Battling Little Lou was a girl, but the main reason was that Battling Little Lou had cured Mingruo, exposing his relationship with Lin Qing …

Immediately, a servant stood in front of Zhan Xiaolou to prevent her from getting close.

She glanced at the exhausted figure on the bed and said, "You don't want the child anymore?"

Lin Shuang's originally resistant eyes softened, her nose turned red, and her eyes moistened. He had heard everything that the midwife, Mingruo, had said.

After a while, he said, "Then …" "Thank you."

A trace of a smile flashed across Zhan Xiaolou's lips. "If you don't want me to touch you, then so be it. I can direct the delivery. He'll just do as I say."

Outside the door.

A few of them were anxiously waiting. From the time that Ming Ruo had woken up until now, she hadn't eaten a single mouthful of tea. She had been holding her breath all this while, her face pale.

At some point, she had brought some food over and brought it to Mingruo, "Mother, let's eat something, shall we?"

Ming Ruo looked at him with a pleased expression in her heart. It was great that she had such a good, obedient and obedient son.

After an unknown period of time, a loud and clear cry of a baby could be heard. The entire courtyard was filled with the cheers of jubilation.

Ming Ruo also began to shed tears.

Zhan Xiaolou held the child. It was a girl. She was crying loudly and her body was healthy.

After receiving two thousand taels of medical fees, Zhan Xiaolou brought Ning Yu and Wan Baode out of the Ming household. The Ming household was already in a mess, so they didn't stay for the meal.

Just as he was about to leave, two people came towards him, a man and a woman, who said they were relatives of the Ming family. When he woke up, he came over to take a look, the man was holding a baby in his arms.

Zhan Xiaolou felt embarrassed and left while laughing.

Returning to the inn, she ate a few simple meals. Seeing that it was getting late, she decided to go out and buy a carriage, clothes, and some food.

She entered her personal space. Last time, she didn't have the time to take a good look at the things inside. This time, she intended to take a closer look and maybe find something related to her past.

Zhan Xiaolou sighed and gently caressed the tree trunk. There were only two pregnant fruits left, she had always remembered the mission given to her by the King of Hell, so she had to go back to Lunar Mongol to bring back more children.

But even if she went back now, what could she do without a pregnancy pill?

Just as Zhan Xiaolou was thinking about his injuries, his hand suddenly felt something strange. He raised his head and saw that the piece of tree bark his fingers were pressing on actually had a hint of green. It was especially obvious on the rough, withered yellow tree bark, but in the blink of an eye, that green had disappeared without a trace.

Stunned on the spot, she stared at her palm in a daze, unable to understand what was going on.

After a long while, Zhan Xiaolou suddenly raised his head. His pupils widened. She finally understood!

When she left the Ming family, she coaxed the baby, and when the baby cried, her hands were covered in tears … Could it be …

Zhan Xiaolou became excited as he paced back and forth on the spot, his eyes emitting an unusual luster.

Was the baby's tears the key?