Yun Zhenzhen was a little bewildered. She had clearly gone to sleep in her own bed last night, yet when she woke up, she was in a dilapidated temple.
It was hard to imagine that a ramshackle temple like this could still exist in the 22nd century. Was it a failure on the developer's part, or was the temple just too remote?
Since she was here, Ye Zhenzhen decided to make the best of it and become the youngest midwife in this new world.
“Your Highness, I'm a midwife. You, a man, should get out of my way.”
“But my wife is about to give birth.”
“Is that so? Where is she?”
“Come with me...”
As Ye Zhenzhen struggled, she cried, “Hey, hey, where are you carrying me?”
