"Please forgive me, okay? If you don't forgive me... I'll kill myself!"

Ling Huanwu was about to clap her hands and cheer, cursing him for deserving to die a miserable death in his previous life, when she heard him shamelessly begging for forgiveness. She was so disgusted that she almost threw up the pig's trotters she had just eaten.

"Are you going to the clinic or not? Your three precious sons might suffocate to death in a minute!"

"I won't go unless you forgive me, I'd rather die than go..."

"Ouch...it hurts!"

Before Zhou Shuyao could finish speaking, a carrying pole struck him, causing him to gasp in pain.

He instinctively ran away, clutching his buttocks, with Ling Huanwu chasing after him.

Taking advantage of Zhou Shuyao's repeated falls and turning around, Ling Huanwu rushed up with a carrying pole and unleashed a barrage of attacks on him, making Zhou Shuyao howl in pain.

Qin Jinshen and the guard, who had been secretly watching from the shadows, were completely terrified, their mouths agape in horror.

Zhou Shuyao lay motionless on the ground, his eyes fixed on Ling Huanwu like a little wife who had suffered endless abuse.

Ling Huanwu, panting heavily from the fight, glared at the two people peeking beside her. The guard, Ma, was so frightened that he quickly covered his eyes and begged for mercy, trembling, "If you hit him, you can't hit us anymore!"

"Come quickly and help! Carry him to the clinic!"

Ma, the bodyguard, and Qin Jinshen immediately nodded in understanding. The two of them carried Zhou Shuyao, who was crying his eyes out on the ground, and ran for about 800 meters.

As soon as they arrived at the clinic, they heard the midwife, her hands covered in blood, rushing out of the room in a panic, shouting, "It's terrible! The second baby's feet came out first..."