Wu Haishan frowned and said somewhat impatiently, "She's already eight months pregnant, and the yard is so slippery. How could you let her wash the bedding? What if she fell badly and ended up in the well?"
"Didn't we already agree last time that we wouldn't let her do any work from then on, and that she should stay home and focus on preparing for the birth? There's only one month left. Can't you all hold out a little longer?"
"I was just worried she might not be able to deliver when the time came, so I wanted her to walk around more. I'm doing it for her own good. Besides, I didn't make her do any other work—I only had her wash one set of bedding."
Mother Wu looked completely justified and snorted disdainfully. "Hmph. She's just too delicate."
"When I was pregnant with you, your mother was still working in the fields on the morning of the day you were born. Wasn't I fine?"
"Forget it, forget it. It's already happened. There's no point saying anything more." Wu Haishan felt there was no way to reason with her and didn't want to continue arguing.
Mother Wu was still about to defend herself when Wu Haishan remembered the doctor's words. He hurriedly pointed toward the restroom at the end of the corridor. "Let's go talk over there. Don't disturb the doctor while she's performing the surgery."
The Wu Family quickly moved to the end of the corridor.
Slap!
Before Wu Haishan could say anything, his father fiercely slapped him across the face.
"You good-for-nothing bastard! You studied all those years, and it all went into your stomach?"
"That's your own biological son in her belly! You'd actually rather save this woman than your own son. You... You're going to