After tossing out a sentence, the nurse hurried away, her face tense.
In an instant, Qian Zhubin's face turned deathly pale.
The others were no better. When a woman was in the delivery room, the thing everyone feared most was massive bleeding.
Especially since Zhou Yaling had already been in the delivery room for over four hours, and she had almost no strength left.
"What do we do? What do we do?"
Seeing everyone panic and lose their heads, Mo Jingchun took a deep breath, pulled Zero aside, and whispered in her ear:
"Be ready to take over the operation at any time. It may not be allowed by the rules, but we can't worry about that now. Wait here. I'll go find the hospital director."
With that, Mo Jingchun turned and left, breaking into a jog.
Meanwhile, the nurse brought the plasma they had prepared in advance into the delivery room right away.
The doctors clearly hadn't expected Zhou Yaling to be among the less than five percent of patients affected. Fortunately, they had an emergency plan, and the rescue efforts proceeded in an orderly fashion.
A little over ten minutes later, the hospital director and his team arrived.
Faced with Mo Jingchun's proposal—or rather, his demand—the director didn't agree right away.
Rather than trust Artificial Intelligence, the director would rather trust his own doctors.
If nothing went wrong, fine. But if something did, who would be held responsible?
Mo Jingchun had just reached the delivery room, his expression grim, when the door to the Operating Room opened again.
A baby's wailing cry followed.
At the same time, Candy, studying during Self-Study Class at Second High School, suddenly looked up toward the County Hospital. She scratched her head, puzzled.
"What a strange feeling."
She shook her head and