Clark's Super Brain stopped working for at least two seconds, as if it were rebooting to handle information it couldn't process. When it started thinking again, Clark rushed forward and shouted, "Ma'am, ma'am! You... what happened to you?!"
The moment he said it, Clark wanted to slap himself. What else could have happened in a situation like this? She'd gone into premature labor!
When he rushed in front of the woman to stop her, he got a look at her face and realized she wasn't as haggard as he'd imagined. She was even wearing makeup and a black leather jacket. The jacket was a little long and covered her lower body, but she actually wasn't wearing anything underneath.
Besides the heavy smell of blood, another indescribable odor clung to her body. It was somewhat like the stench of rot, somewhat like the sharp reek of urine—either way, it was awful.
She was so thin her cheeks had sunken in. Her eyes bulged as she stared at Clark with fierce wariness. Clark opened his mouth, but for a moment, he couldn't say anything.
"You're new here, aren't you?" the woman said. "Don't call people 'ma'am' around here..."
"Then... then, madam..."
The woman rolled her eyes dramatically, walked around Clark, and entered a blue tent nearby. She rummaged through the tools beside her, found a pair of scissors, and reached out to cut the baby's umbilical cord.
Clark was nearly scared to death. He hurriedly stopped her and said, "Stop, you can't do that! It'll definitely get infected!"
"It won't. The last two times were fine..."
"Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!" Clark frantically blocked her. To his surprise, she suddenly shoved the bloody little thing into his arms, then began feeling around on the ground. At last, she found a syringe, sat