My husband died, and I buried him with my own hands and tears. Orphans and widowers, homeless. In desperation, I learned a new way to make a living. One year later, looking around the capital, there is no fetus that I can't bear. It happened that the prime minister's daughter was having a difficult time giving birth, so the trouble fell on me. "Doctor, please remember to protect the older ones rather than the younger ones." Wait... Why does the mother-in-law look so familiar! My dead husband crawled out of the grave?
