With three superpowers at his fingertips, he could dominate the 1970s.

Three months have passed in the blink of an eye.

As autumn approached, the grapevines in the yard began to turn yellow. Jiang Zhiyu, nearly nine months pregnant, strolled slowly under the grape trellis, with two guards following behind at a distance.

As she walked to the stone table, she suddenly stopped, her stomach tightened, and a sharp pain swept over her from her waist.

She stood still, waiting for the sensation to pass before slowly turning and walking towards the bedroom.

She entered and closed the door, then took out a cup of spiritual spring water from her spatial storage and drank it. Seventeen's voice immediately rang out: "Host, the babies have started labor! The older sister has already engaged!"

"Okay, I understand."

She spoke in a flat tone, as if listening to a weather forecast. She changed into a clean set of clothes, tidied her hair, and then pushed open the door and went out.

Su Wanqing was packing her things in the main room when Jiang Zhiyu leaned against the doorframe, watching her, and whispered, "Mom, I think I'm going into labor. My stomach hurts."

Su Wanqing's hand trembled, and the enamel basin in her hand fell to the ground with a "clatter," splashing water all over the floor.

"Is...is she going into labor?" Her voice trembled noticeably. In this day and age, childbirth could be fatal, especially since her daughter was carrying twins. For the past few months, she had been having nightmares every night, dreaming of her daughter lying on the delivery bed, her face pale, and she would wake up in fright each time.

But seeing Jiang Zhiyu's calm and composed expression, she forcefully suppressed the panic in her heart. She couldn't panic, she absolutely couldn't panic. Her daughter wasn't flustered; how could she, as her mother, lose her composure first?

She bent down to pick up the enamel basin, turned around and went into the house to take the pre-packed bundle out of the cupboard and place it on the desk. Two guards quickly came over to help, carrying the bundle to the car.

Jiang Zhiyu, supporting her aching back, slowly walked out, with Su Wanqing supporting her arm from behind. Just as they reached the courtyard gate, Su Wanqing suddenly shouted to the neighbor, "Old Jiang! Old Jiang! Our daughter is about to give birth! I'll go with her to the hospital first. You call Yanzhou!"

...

The hospital had prepared a special delivery room for her long ago, and two chief obstetricians and gynecologists, along with four nurses, had been waiting for her for a week.

When Jiang Zhiyu was wheeled into the delivery room, the atmosphere within the medical team visibly tensed. This mother was no ordinary person; she was young and carrying twins. The orders from above were to ensure the safety of both mother and children at all costs, and they had been on edge for days just from receiving this mission.

Even the hospital director came personally, standing at the entrance of the delivery room and watching the two chief physicians, repeatedly instructing them: "Be extremely careful, you must ensure the safety of both mother and child."

The two directors nodded repeatedly, quickly changed into surgical gowns, and went into the delivery room.

They had barely gone inside when Song Yanzhou and Jiang Boxun rushed over, covered in sweat, followed by the trembling Grandpa Song. The old lady was sitting in a wheelchair being pushed by Grandpa Song, and Grandpa Song was also panting heavily.

Su Wanqing glanced at Grandpa Song and his wife, her face showing some disapproval: "Uncle and Aunt, we can take care of the delivery. You're getting on in years; just wait for news at home. It's not convenient for Auntie, who's in a wheelchair."

Grandpa Song waved his hand and said in a strong voice, "That won't do! The birth of the next generation of our Song family is such a big deal! As the head of the family, how could I not attend to it? Besides, I also want to see my great-granddaughter and great-grandson as soon as possible."

...

In the delivery room, Jiang Zhiyu leaned against the delivery bed and smiled as she looked at the medical staff, whose faces were tense and whose hands were trembling slightly.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine, trust me."

The nurses exchanged glances, feeling slightly relieved. At least this woman in labor was good-tempered and easy to communicate with; she wasn't the type to scream and yell at the slightest pain.

"Host, your cervix is ​​already dilated to four centimeters. You've used your mental energy to block out the pain, so you don't know how dilated you are. Shall I announce it to you? Both fetal heartbeats are normal, and the older one has started to descend."

"Okay, you report it."

...

In the corridor outside, Song Yanzhou waited anxiously. Seeing no movement from inside, he suddenly stood up and rushed towards the delivery room door, only to be stopped by a nurse.

"Family members are not allowed in the delivery room."

Old Master Song spoke up from behind: "Go ask the doctor inside if he, as the husband, can go in to be with his wife during childbirth."

Knowing this family was no ordinary person, the nurse immediately went in to consult the two chief physicians. After a brief discussion, the doctors nodded and instructed Song Yanzhou to put on sterile clothing and go inside.

He entered from the side and immediately saw a large patch of dark red seeping through the cloth covering his wife on the delivery bed.

His face turned pale instantly.

Jiang Zhiyu's lips twitched when she saw his deathly pale face: "Go outside and wait. Your pale face is scaring me."

Song Yanzhou's lips moved, his voice trembling, "Wife...you mustn't be hurt..."

"Get out. You're interfering with my production."

Song Yanzhou was kicked out.

Old Master Song rolled his eyes at him: "Look at your pathetic self."

"No, Grandpa, I've seen all sorts of scenarios on missions, but that's my wife! She's bleeding!"

Old Master Song looked at him coldly: "Then remember this: the blood your wife has never seen before was shed for you."

Song Yanzhou stood there blankly, nodded heavily, unable to say a word, her eyes fixed on the delivery room door.

Su Wanqing couldn't bear to watch any longer, so she went over and patted him on the shoulder: "Relax, childbirth is like this for all women. Zhiyu is carrying twins, so it's definitely not as easy as it is for other mothers, but my Zhiyu is healthy and has special abilities, she'll definitely be fine."

At that moment, two plainclothes guards walked down the corridor and saluted Old Master Song: "Sir, we were sent by Elder Gao and Elder Li to keep an eye on things. This floor is under martial law. Please rest assured, we will ensure the safety of Comrade Jiang and the child."

...

The most crucial few minutes had arrived in the delivery room.

The two chief physicians stared intently at the birth canal opening. The baby girl's head had already emerged, but her body remained stuck, refusing to come down. The mother clearly had enough strength, but the little girl seemed to have suddenly lost all her energy, shrinking inside and refusing to move.

Seventeen's voice became urgent: "Host, the little girl is exhausted! You need to give her a push, use your spatial power!"

The next second, the little girl burst into tears.

The instant she emerged, a very faint bluish mist filled the air. It was so faint that it was almost invisible, but both Jiang Zhiyu and Seventeen sensed it clearly.

Jiang Zhiyu remained expressionless and, taking advantage of the moment when everyone's attention was focused on the child, inhaled all the blue poisonous mist into her body.

She had noticed it earlier: the stainless steel scissors and forceps in the surgical instrument tray had somehow become covered with a very thin layer of bluish-gray. The doctors and nurses were intently watching the mother and baby, and no one noticed this detail.

A chief physician carefully took the baby, wrapped her in a blanket, and held her to Jiang Zhiyu, his voice brimming with undisguised joy: "It's a very beautiful girl, weighing four pounds and two ounces!"

"Now there's only one little boy left, do you still have the strength?" another doctor asked from the side.

Jiang Zhiyu nodded: "Yes."

This time, the little boy came out exceptionally smoothly, almost effortlessly sliding out with a particularly loud cry that made the entire delivery room vibrate.

Hearing the loud cry, Song Yanzhou rushed towards the delivery room door, only to be grabbed by the back of his collar by Old Master Song.

"Don't cause any trouble standing here, you'll see soon enough."

...

In the delivery room, all the medical staff breathed a sigh of relief.

They then realized that their backs felt cold; their white coats were soaked with sweat and stuck to their bodies.

Nothing went wrong, and the mother's condition was better than anyone had expected.

The next steps were simple: cleaning, suturing, and weighing. When the baby was wrapped up and carried out of the delivery room, the two chief physicians immediately noticed a large line of people standing in the corridor, along with several armed guards stationed at the stairwell and the end of the corridor.

Even seasoned doctors who had seen it all were taken aback.

Who exactly is this woman in labor? The entire building was under lockdown, with more guards than family members.

They exchanged a glance, then lowered their heads in unison, deciding not to ask what they shouldn't ask, not to look at what they shouldn't look at, and simply to do their jobs well.

The chief physician handed the babies to Song Yanzhou: "The older one is a girl, weighing 4.2 pounds. The younger one is a boy, weighing 4 pounds. Congratulations on the successful delivery of twins, a boy and a girl."

Song Yanzhou stiffly reached out and took the child, his posture like holding a bomb that could explode at any moment, frozen in place, afraid to move.

Su Wanqing, who was standing to the side, was both amused and annoyed, and reached out to take the child from her.

"Where is my wife?" Song Yanzhou asked anxiously.

"Your wife is fine; she's cleaning up inside and will be out soon."

Song Yanzhou glanced down at the other child in her arms and quickly handed him to Liu Hong beside her: "Godmother, you hold him, I'll wait for Zhiyu here."

...

Soon, Jiang Zhiyu was brought out.

Song Yanzhou lunged forward and grabbed her hand: "Wife, how are you? Does it hurt? Are you tired? Do you want something to eat?"

Jiang Zhiyu rolled her eyes at him: "Giving birth is always painful. I'm a little tired right now and want to rest. Don't hover around me."

She looked at Su Wanqing's worried face again, and her voice softened: "Mom, I'm fine, don't worry. Maybe it's because I'm young, but giving birth wasn't difficult at all. Let me rest for a while, don't disturb me, I want to sleep alone."

Before Su Wanqing could say anything, the doctor next to her spoke first: "Alright, alright, there's a special care ward next door. Let the new mother go there and rest first. It's a bit noisy here with the baby."

Jiang Zhiyu was wheeled into another private room. Once the door was closed, it was quiet.

Song Yanzhou wanted to stay by the bedside, but the doctor also said that the new mother needed to rest but could not be left alone.

"I know my body well. I just want to be alone for a while. I'll be fine." She looked at Song Yanzhou. "You guys go out too."

Unable to dissuade her, the crowd had no choice but to leave.

The moment the door closed, Jiang Zhiyu flashed into the space.

The spring water was ready, and the temperature was just right. The moment she soaked in it, all her fatigue seemed to vanish, and the aches and heaviness that had accumulated over the past few months disappeared completely.

"I used water from the spring," Seventeen said, lying by the spring. "But when you go out later, the medical staff will check your wound. It would be troublesome if they found out that your scissor cut has completely healed."

"It's okay, I won't let them investigate."

She soaked for a while before coming out and lying back down on the hospital bed.

I felt so light, like I was floating on a cloud. I hadn't felt this comfortable feeling for months.

She stared at the ceiling for a while, then murmured, "I'm never having children again. I used to think having a baby would be fun, but it's just too much suffering."