Zhuo Qianyun said urgently, "Yiran, do you really believe that this kid can save Lianyi and the baby?" After all, the kid was too young. How could a seven or eight-year-old boy save someone even specialists could not save?
"Since the doctor has said that there’s nothing else they can do to save Lianyi, we can only try everything in this moment of despair. Besides... the kid was right about the baby's gender before this. Maybe there's something special about him!" said Ling Yiran. She could only take a bet.
Ling Yiran led the little boy to the delivery room, and Zhuo Qianyun followed. The two women entered the delivery room while the two men waited outside.
After entering the delivery room, Ling Yiran only saw Bai Tingxin sobbing and shouting Lianyi's name.
Qin Lianyi had passed out on the birthing bed with no color on her face. Her big bulging belly was not exuding life but death.
The doctors and nurses in the ward saw the three people coming in and were trying to stop them when Ling Yiran said, "I'm Yi Jinli's wife, Ling Yiran. I'm also Qin Lianyi's friend. Since you failed to save her, then I'll give my way a try!"
Ling Yiran's voice seemed to give Bai Tingxin some hope after losing it just now. "Do you really have a way to save Lianyi?"
"It's this child. He said he has a way to save them," said Ling Yiran.
"Him?" Bai Tingxin looked at the little boy in front of him with surprise. Could a child whose height only reached his waist save Lianyi? "Are you... kidding me?"
"Why don't we just let him try anyway?" asked Ling Yiran.
Just then, the little boy beside Ling Yiran walked up to Qin Lianyi, who was in a coma. He picked up an unused scalpel when no one noticed and cut his own hand!
"Ah!" a nurse shouted.
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