Emergency Night Cry: I Am Raising a Fetus in the Closed-Loop Ward

Three years ago, I missed the birth of my daughter and lost my love. Three years later, a cry from my "rib" dragged me into a non-existent maternity hospital. Here, my dead wife smiles at me, my dead daughter is still in her womb. They say that I am the last "gatekeeper" and bear the curse of my family's bloodline. If you want redemption, you must push open the fetal door made of blood and despair. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.