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A flash of lightning flashed in the sky, "Wow"---- The heavy rain scattered down like a few soybeans, which fell to pieces on the ground. At this moment, the maids of the Song family were coming in and out of the mistress's room. What they brought in was clean water, and what came out were basins of blood. In front of the Buddhist hall, sandalwood smoke curls up, and the sound of wooden fish being knocked is leisurely. "Second Madam, the eldest lady is having difficulty giving birth." A mellow middle-aged male voice came in. "Oh?" Du Ting stopped knocking on the wooden fish and asked in an indifferent voice. "The eldest lady is having a difficult delivery, and it's raining now. I'm afraid she won't be able to survive." "Let's wait until she is born." Du Ting closed her eyes, and the sound of knocking on wooden fish sounded again
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