My husband died, and I buried him myself, crying my eyes out. With only my child and me left, we had nowhere to go. With no other choice, I took up a new trade. A year later, there wasn't a single baby in the capital I couldn't deliver. As luck would have it, the chancellor's daughter was having a difficult labor with a huge baby, and the dangerous job fell to me. “Doctor, remember: save the mother, not the baby.” Wait... Why does the woman's husband look so familiar? Did my dead husband just crawl out of his grave?
