Fu Jiang's mother screamed in pain, feeling as if her calves had been broken.

"Who is it?! Which bastard hit my leg?"

The little boy, holding a thick bamboo stick, walked up to Fu Jiangniang and looked down at her.

While Fu Jiangniang was burning incense, the little dumpling ran out and pulled a bamboo stick from the fence.

When she went back into the house, she saw Fu Jiangniang holding a chair, about to hit the village woman.

Without thinking, the little boy swung the bamboo stick in his hand hard at Fu Jiangniang's calf, knocking her to the ground.

Fu Jiang's mother looked up and saw the little dumpling, and said through gritted teeth:

"It's you again, you brat! How dare you hit me! I'm going to hang you upside down and beat you to death!"

Hearing Fu Jiangniang's shouts, the little boy raised the bamboo stick in his hand and hit her bottom hard.

"Ouch!"

Fu Jiangniang covered her buttocks with both hands, tears welling up in her eyes from the pain.

"Bad guys deserve a spanking!"

The little boy spoke in a childish voice, raising the bamboo stick in his hand again and aiming it at Fu Jiangniang's buttocks.

Seeing that she was about to hit her again, Fu Jiangniang quickly shouted:

"No, no, no, stop hitting him!"

How can this girl be so strong! Those two blows she received hurt so much!

If she gets hit on the buttock again, she'll probably be in so much pain that she won't be able to sit for days.

Hearing her beg for mercy, the little dumpling withdrew the bamboo stick.

She stood the bamboo stick upright and tapped it on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"Did you do something wrong? Do you dare to harm Sister Zhen again? Do you dare to hit the village elder again?"

The little dumpling stared wide-eyed and asked sternly.

Looking at the little baby in front of her, Fu Jiang's mother was suddenly intimidated by her aura.

She rubbed her sore bottom and shook her head repeatedly, "I won't do it again! I won't do it again!"

The little dumpling nodded in satisfaction.

"Then you're not allowed to stop your sister from having a baby anymore, or I'll spank you."

The little dumpling tapped Fu Jiangniang's head and scolded her, then took the bamboo stick and walked towards Sister Zhen.

"Water! Quickly bring me some hot water."

The village woman, busy delivering the baby, didn't even look up as she spoke.

The little dumpling looked around and found that the only person in the house who could boil water was Fu Jiang's mother.

So she pointed to Fu Jiangniang on the ground and said, "Go and boil some water quickly."

Fu Jiangniang was immediately displeased. "Why should I? I'm her mother-in-law. How can I serve her?"

"She's giving birth right now! What are you talking about, daughter-in-law and mother-in-law! Saving lives is the priority!"

The village woman roared angrily.

Fu Jiangniang snorted coldly, "What do you mean by saving her? She's not about to die."

The little dumpling discovered that reasoning with this kind of person was completely useless.

She slammed the bamboo stick heavily on the ground, and Fu Jiangniang immediately trembled in fright.

She quickly covered her bottom and got up from the ground.

"Boil! Boil water right now!"

Despite saying that, she still rolled her eyes in protest.

Seeing that Fu Jiangniang had gone to boil water, the little dumpling turned around and asked:

"Grandma, how is my sister now?"

The village woman looked extremely pale and said in a panic:

"Oh no! Her mother-in-law just gave her a hard time, and now the baby is breech. It's probably going to be difficult for her to give birth."

The little dumpling looked at Zhen Ruoan's belly and saw that the baby inside had already turned sideways.

"I'll go and fetch the doctor."

The little dumpling had never delivered a baby before, so she was a bit flustered and could only try to call someone for help.

The village woman shook her head. "It's no use. This place is in the outskirts of Beijing, and in the mountains. There's no way we can get the doctor here in time!"

Hearing this, Fu Jiangniang, who was boiling water nearby, also rushed over in a panic.

"What do you mean? Are you saying my grandson can't be born?"

The little dumpling and the village woman were worried about Zhen Ruo'an, and no one had time to answer her.

Fu Jiangniang glanced at Zhen Ruoan, her eyes hardening, and said:

"Then cut open her stomach and take my grandson out."

The little dumpling stared at her in shock, unable to accept her words for a moment.

"That would kill my sister."

The little dumpling stood protectively in front of Zhen Ruoan; she would never let Fu Jiangniang do that.

Fu Jiangniang yelled at her, "What does it matter if she dies! As long as my grandson is alright!"

Upon hearing this, Zhen Ruoan on the bed suddenly laughed.

Her laughter was abrupt and sorrowful.

Zhen Ruoan put her hand on the little dumpling's shoulder, her voice hoarse.

"You said my child will grow up safely, right?"

When the little boy saw Zhen Ruoan's pale face, he immediately burst into tears.

"Yes, sister, you must take good care of yourself, and your baby will be fine too."

Zhen Ruoan smiled at her and wiped away the tears on her face.

"Good child, your sister wants some water. Go to the water vat in the yard and scoop some water for me."

The little dumpling nodded and cried, "Okay, sister, I'll go right now."

She hurriedly ran towards the door, but heard Zhen Ruoan weakly say to the village woman behind her:

"I'm not going to live, please take the baby out."

"Keep that girl out of the room, so she can't see anything..."

The little dumpling then realized that Zhen Ruoan wanted to exchange her own life for the baby's.

She asked her to fetch water only to get her away from seeing her dead.

The little dumpling stopped in its tracks and burst into tears.

Suddenly, some memories flooded her mind.

She remembered Qiuqiu saying that acupuncture at certain acupoints could reverse the baby's position.

Hope ignited in the little dumpling's eyes. He took out silver needles from the Hundred Doctors Space and ran to Zhen Ruoan's side.

What do you want to do?

Fu Jiangniang saw the silver needles in her hand and stopped her in confusion.

"Get out of my way if you don't want to die!"

The little dumpling said coldly, exuding a terrifying aura, her eyes piercing Fu Jiangniang like sharp swords.

Fu Jiangniang shuddered. She had never seen such a gaze before, a terrifying look that seemed to plunge her into an abyss of eternal damnation.

The Feast Fruit Fairy had been hiding in the little dumpling's arms, but just now he suddenly sensed a powerful spiritual force.

It seems to be emanating from... the little dumpling.

This spiritual energy is so familiar; the Fairy of Fortune Fruit feels as if she has encountered it before!

When was that?

Who is it?

The Fairy of the Blessed Spirit Fruit couldn't remember, but she felt that this spiritual power was unusual, as if it carried ancient power.

The little dumpling waved her hand and pushed away the stunned Fu Jiangniang. She climbed onto the bed and knelt in front of Zhen Ruoan's belly.

Seeing her appearance, the village woman asked, puzzled:

"You...you...you want to use acupuncture?"

The little dumpling reached out and touched Zhen Ruoan's stomach, saying without looking up:

"Shut up! Continue the delivery."

The village woman was stunned by her and could only obediently deliver Zhen Ruoan's baby as she had instructed.

The little boy inserted silver needles into more than a dozen acupoints on Zhen Ruoan.

Strangely, she found the acupuncture to be incredibly smooth this time, and even the location of the acupoints was clearer than before.

After the acupuncture was administered, Zhen Ruo'an experienced persistent abdominal pain, but with the stimulation of the acupoints and the contraction of her muscles, the fetus in her womb slowly turned into the correct position.

With a loud cry from a baby, the little dumpling breathed a sigh of relief.

She felt as if all her strength had been drained, and collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.

Just when she thought everything was going to be alright, she suddenly saw a large patch of blood on the bed.

The village woman, holding her newborn child, pointed at Zhen Ruoan in horror.

"It's over...it's over...she's having a massive hemorrhage..."