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Jiang Chen's eyes turned bloodshot, and his palms were wet with sticky, cold sweat.

The bulletproof Unimog motorhome, weighing over ten tons, trembled violently, and its engine emitted a low roar that tore through the night sky.

The wheels rolled over the bluestone slabs outside the large flat building, splashing mud and water high in the darkness.

Su Qing was trapped deep inside a specially made medical shock-absorbing stretcher, her chest heaving violently as she struggled to breathe.

She clenched her teeth, her lips lost all color, and fine beads of sweat on her forehead clung to the stray hairs on her cheeks.

Su Qing gave a slight smile.

"Jiang Chen, don't panic, I can still hold on."

She turned her head with difficulty, her gaze falling on the man's feet.

A strong downward pressure came from her abdomen, but she managed to force out a weak chuckle.

"Honey, why are you wearing your left shoe on your right foot?"

Jiang Chen hesitated for a moment.

His gaze shifted downwards, and he noticed that the heels of the expensive custom-made leather shoes had been flattened, and the tattered shoelaces were haphazardly wrapped around the ankles.

The man, who usually spent money like water, now had fine beads of sweat on his forehead and his fingertips trembling uncontrollably.

He was so focused on jumping out of bed to hug the person that he didn't have time to think about these trivial matters.

Jiang Chen's temples bulged with veins, and his voice trembled.

"So what if you're wearing them inside out? Even if you're barefoot, I have to make sure you and your child are safe first!"

He reached out and pulled down the black walkie-talkie hanging on the wall of the carriage.

"Big Gou, floor the gas!"

He gripped the walkie-talkie tightly and roared into the microphone.

"If you can't open Changsheng Hospital within three minutes, I'll skin you alive!"

The driver's seat was dimly lit, and Wang Dagou gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

His shiny bald head was covered with beads of sweat, which gleamed in the dim light of the dial.

Wang Dagou opened his hoarse voice, the sound of which drowned out the roar of the engine.

"Brother Chen, hold on tight! I'll be there on time even if I drive this car to the ground!"

Li Qiang ripped open the fur collar of his military overcoat, grabbed another walkie-talkie, and tuned it to the security team's public channel.

"All brothers, keep your eyes peeled!"

He shouted himself hoarse into the microphone.

"Not even a mosquito is allowed into our convoy or hospital!"

He wiped the sweat from his face and spoke very quickly.

"My sister-in-law was due to give birth in the next few days, but her water broke early today!"

His temples were throbbing with veins, and he gave the order almost as if roaring.

"Get all the outer sentries in place and block off all the roads leading to the hospital!"

Jiangjia Village was instantly torn apart by the sound of alarms in the dead of night.

A sharp, jarring noise blared from the village committee's loudspeaker, shattering the tranquility of the valley.

In the darkness, the lights of the farmhouses shone brightly one after another, gradually illuminating the surrounding area.

The village dogs were frightened and began barking wildly in unison.

Jiang Wanshan didn't bother to put on an overcoat; he simply wore a thin white shirt and stepped out of the old house.

His solid wood cane struck the bluestone slab heavily, producing a series of dull thuds.

The old man raised his voice, which echoed through the night sky.

"Full warehouse, nation-building!"

He waved his cane, urging the sleeping villagers to hurry on.

"Wake up, everyone! Chen-ge's daughter-in-law is about to give birth!"

Jiang Shitou, shirtless, sprang out of his warm bed and stepped barefoot onto the cool stone path.

He ran quickly to the middle of the village road, used his arms to lift a tricycle blocking the way, and overturned it into the drainage ditch next to it.

The road instantly became wide and unobstructed.

Jiang Shitou turned around and waved to the young man who was coming from behind.

"Brothers, grab your flashlights and light the way for me!"

Liu Cuifen, her hair disheveled, stood in the courtyard holding a basin of water, letting the cold wind blow against her.

She put down the basin of water, clasped her hands together, and bowed repeatedly towards the south.

"Thank God, the crown prince of our Jiangjia Village is about to be born!"

She kept muttering to herself, tears welling up in her eyes.

"It absolutely has to go smoothly!"

The villagers of Jiangjia Village put on their coats and went out.

People spontaneously gathered on both sides of the road, raising their flashlights high.

Hundreds of beams of light converged into a bright band, illuminating the dark asphalt road.

Li Qiang looked at the light stretching out the car window, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"Brother Chen, the road ahead is cleared!"

Jiang Chen had no time to pay attention to the scenery outside the car window; his gaze was fixed on Su Qing's bloodless face.

He pressed the call button again, switching the channel to the top-floor office of Changsheng Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.

"Old Chen, they've arrived!"

His voice was low and urgent, with a commanding tone.

"Notify Chang Sheng Hospital to turn all life support equipment to maximum power!"

He took a deep breath and continued giving instructions.

"The operating room must be disinfected and preheated immediately!"

Old Chen's panting voice came from the other end of the walkie-talkie.

"Don't worry, village chief, the entire hospital area has been cleared!"

Three minutes later, the bulletproof RV, carrying the smell of burnt rubber, rushed into the hospital gate.

The wheels left two deep black tracks on the ground before finally stopping in front of the emergency room building.

The moment the car door slid open, medical staff who had been waiting for a long time pushed a sterile stretcher to greet them.

Old Chen and ten other TCM experts, all over seventy years old, had changed into green sterile surgical gowns and stood solemnly at the front.

Wang Dagou and Li Qiang stepped out of the car, held their breath, and gently assisted the medical staff in transferring Su Qing.

Su Qing's fingers gripped the metal tubes on the edge of the stretcher tightly, her knuckles turning a sickly bluish-white from excessive force.

"It hurts, Jiang Chen, it hurts so much!"

Jiang Chen kept running, following closely beside the trolley towards the operating room.

"Wife, I'm here. I've always been here!"

Old Chen placed two fingers together on Su Qing's wrist, his brows instantly furrowing into a tight knot.

"Village chief, the lady is in labor!"

He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, his tone becoming increasingly urgent.

"The amniotic fluid is almost completely drained; if we delay any longer, the fetus will suffer from oxygen deprivation!"

Jiang Chen stepped forward and grabbed Old Chen by the collar.

"Then hurry up and deliver the baby! Aren't you national-level experts usually able to bring the dead back to life?"

Old Chen hurriedly spread his hands, looking troubled.

"Village chief, this is a traditional Chinese medicine hospital!"

He sighed repeatedly, looking anxious.

"We're good at treating complex and rare diseases, but obstetric and gynecological surgeries aren't our forte!"

He pointed in the direction of the operating room and stomped his feet.

"Madam's condition likely necessitates a cesarean section. While our facility boasts top-of-the-line equipment, we lack a dedicated gynecologist!"

Jiang Chen's mind went blank.

Su Qing's figure disappeared behind the heavy operating room door, and the red warning light above her lit up.

He paced back and forth in the empty corridor, his flattened leather shoes making a dull slurring sound on the terrazzo floor.

Jiang Chen stopped and turned to look at Li Qiang.

"Li Qiang, go to the county hospital and kidnap the doctor!"

Li Qiang stepped forward and pressed down on Jiang Chen's shoulder, trying to calm him down.

"Brother Chen, how could the doctors at the county hospital be capable of handling this kind of emergency? They're practically risking your wife's life!"

Jiang Chen waved his hand to push Li Qiang's arm away.

He reached into his pocket, pulled out his specially made personal cell phone, roughly swiped the screen, and dialed the contact at the top of his contacts.

The receiver was picked up after only half a ring.

"father in law!"

Su Tianhao, the richest man in the provincial capital, was sitting in his spacious study, holding a gold-plated fountain pen in his hand.

Upon hearing the roar from the receiver, his hand trembled violently, and the pen fell onto the mahogany table, leaving a streak of ink.

"Jiang Chen, what's wrong with Qingqing?"

Su Tianhao's originally calm voice instantly turned sharp and flustered.

Jiang Chen leaned against the cold wall of the corridor, his chest heaving violently.

"Water broke, precipitous labor!"

He gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse.

"My team is full of traditional Chinese medicine doctors; they can't perform C-sections here!"

He spoke into the microphone, almost hysterically.

"Father-in-law, use all your connections!"

His eyes were bloodshot, and his fingernails dug deep into his palms.

"Bring me all the top obstetricians and gynecologists in Nanjiang Province!"

He roared, the sound echoing down the corridor.

"No matter how much money it costs, no matter what methods are used!"

A dull thud came from the other end of the phone as a wooden chair overturned.

Having navigated the ups and downs of the business world for many years, Su Tianhao had completely lost his former composure at this moment.

"Bullshit, that's my daughter. Why should you tell me how to spend money?"

Immediately afterwards, I heard him yelling loudly at the outside of the office through the receiver.

"Xiao Ning, drag the director of the Provincial People's Hospital out of bed!"

His voice was hoarse with anger and anxiety.

"Get all three heads of the obstetrics and gynecology department to the rooftop!"

Su Tianhao's heavy breathing came through clearly via radio waves.

"Jiang Chen, listen to me carefully!"

He took a deep breath and spoke at an astonishing speed.

"Have your men turn on all the lights on the hospital helipad!"

He shouted in an almost commanding tone.

"I chartered five helicopters!"

Su Tianhao's voice boomed through the receiver, making Jiang Chen's eardrums ache.

"Ten minutes later, the province's top expert will land directly on the roof of your hospital!"