Bai Xiaobai watched with his own eyes as Wufu calmly pulled open that blood-soaked abdomen, and he almost fainted.
My god, his Princess Consort wasn't human, she was a god!
He'd been around medicinal herbs and medical skills since he was little, had seen plenty of dead people, but he had never been so shaken as today, cutting open a dead woman's belly to take out the child.
But Wufu was right: only if you dare to innovate can you make progress. So although Bai Xiaobai felt sick to his stomach, he did not look away, watching her every move, silently thinking in his heart—if it were me, how would I do it? Could I do it better?
Wufu felt her luck wasn't too bad. After she pried the abdominal wall further apart, she saw the child wrapped in the fetal membranes, lying there quietly, without the slightest movement.
She carefully reached out and lifted that tiny little bundle out.
