The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 130: No Way
The child seems particularly insecure, constantly moving around in the womb, as if clinging onto the umbilical cord and refusing to let go.
The fetal movement is exceptionally frequent, and the curve on the monitor fluctuates wildly.
The doctors exchange glances, clearly realizing the situation is highly unusual.
The tiny body seems to be resisting the call from the outside world, retracting with each contraction.
With every effort from Selene Kane, the little one inches forward.
But as soon as she relaxes, the little thing pulls back again on its own.
The air in the delivery room seems to freeze, and everyone holds their breath.
Selene Kane is utterly speechless.
She pants heavily, her forehead covered in fine sweat beads, her face turning pale from pain and exhaustion.
She grips the edge of the delivery bed tightly, her fingernails nearly embedding into the metal handle.
"You little rascal, if you don’t come out now, I’ll send you back in! Hear me? If you keep this up, I’m really not going to be nice anymore!"
The room full of doctors looks at each other.
They exchange complex and subtle glances, and the atmosphere freezes in an instant.
None of them dare to act rashly, fearing to further upset the emotionally unstable woman in labor.
Yet simultaneously, an absurd and undeniable thought pops into each of their minds.
The Commander’s beast form...
Could it really be a rabbit?
After all, which top male commander would have such a soft and delicate beast form?
But the bizarre circumstances of this delivery, combined with the intense reactions of the woman in labor, make it hard not to think that way.
An older doctor, wearing silver-framed glasses and with slightly graying temples, is there.
Experienced as he is, he initially intended to step forward to check on the woman’s condition.
But as he reaches out to examine the baby’s position, Heath Langdon suddenly approaches like a beast, raising his hand to stop him harshly.
"What do you think you’re doing? Who gave you permission to touch her?"
Isn’t it a deep-rooted ethical taboo in the Interstellar World for a male to touch a female’s private parts lightly?
Even for medical reasons, extreme caution is required.
A layer of cold sweat instantly forms on the doctor’s forehead as he instinctively pulls his hands back and explains quickly.
"You’ve misunderstood! I, I didn’t mean it that way... I just need to see where the baby is stuck and confirm if the fetal position is normal. It’s rare to encounter such difficult labor, especially in a situation like this. It’s really unusual."
In previous difficult delivery cases, either the baby was too large and required a C-section, or the mother experienced dangerous crises like massive bleeding or spiritual power collapse. Never has he seen anything like this.
Earlier, he took a quick glance at the birth canal when the mother pushed, vaguely seeing a bit of the baby’s head with soft silver fuzz on the top.
Sadly, it didn’t come out fully, so he couldn’t see the shape of the ears.
What he can confirm is that this fetus is very healthy, with a strong heartbeat and regular movements, entirely in human form.
No claws, no tail, and no signs of fur covering the entire body.
Moreover, judging from the fetal heart monitoring and the mother’s spiritual fluctuations,
this fetus’s spiritual power is likely not weak and might have inherited the mother’s talents.
It’s said that this female is indeed a true S-level Spiritual Power User, ranking high in the entire Star Sector.
This very reason is why these doctors dared to take this job.
High pay, fewer complications, assured profits, and the chance to gain a powerful ally in the Commander – a promising future awaits.
This is the Commander’s first child, of significant importance, and everyone is vying to deliver it.
If they can safely deliver a healthy offspring, or if it even showcases special abilities in the future,
their status in the Interstellar Hospital could immediately soar, and making a name for themselves would no longer be a dream.
However, right now, Selene Kane’s face is getting paler, her lips turning blue, and her breathing is rapid and weak.
Her spiritual fluctuations are starting to go erratic.
She appears shaky, on the brink of collapse.
The doctor is as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, cold sweat streaming down his face, finally gathering the courage to loudly advise, "Madam! Madam, listen to me! You must quickly release your spiritual power to calm the fetus! The child’s father isn’t here now, you as the mother must stabilize your emotions, or the child might easily suffocate from lack of oxygen in there! If this drags on, the consequences are unimaginable!"
Heath Langdon stands beside the bed, his brow knit tightly, his expression complex.
He watches Selene Kane’s painful appearance with disbelief, feeling an unprecedented sense of helplessness surge within him.
He’s not a female, having never experienced the birthing process.
In the past, he’s only heard of beast husbands staying beside to hold a hand or say a few comforting words during childbirth.
Never has he heard of having to deliberately use spiritual power to calm the fetus and maintain maternal stability.
But reality is presenting itself before him, and he can no longer stubbornly hold onto his own views.
Looking at Selene Kane’s pale face, Heath Langdon feels a sharp pain in his heart.
He lowers his head slowly, his voice deep and hoarse.
"I’m sorry... I got too worked up. I shouldn’t have stopped the doctor, I... I was just afraid something would happen to you."
"I’m begging you all, just ensure her and the child’s safety."
He takes a deep breath and continues, "As long as the mother and child are safe, as long as the Commander’s heir can be born safely, I promise, wealth and glory will not be lacking for any of you."
The doctors stand in place, cold sweat dripping down their temples, soaking their white collars.
Their hands tremble slightly, filled with complex emotions.
Those words sound appealing.
But who can guarantee that if something happens to the mother and child, they’ll still be alive to enjoy the so-called ’wealth and glory’?
"This... We..."
An older doctor opens his mouth.
"We... will do our utmost."
He bites his teeth, almost using every ounce of his strength to say these words.
Before the words are fully spoken, the door bursts open with a "bang"!
The enormous crash reverberates like thunder.
The thick door panel is forcibly blasted open with a long crack by a wild force.
Immediately, Evan Sinclair’s figure appears at the entrance, his eyes red, breathing rapidly.
He raises his hand abruptly, his beastly claws slicing through the air.
"Do your utmost?"
Evan Sinclair roars out loud.
"Aren’t you all elites from the Royal Academy of Medicine? You can’t even handle a child’s birth, and yet dare to say ’do your utmost’?"
His voice rises higher, eyes almost seeming to shoot out flames.
"Incompetents!"
He slams his hand hard against the nearby medical instrument.
"If anything happens to her, we won’t spare a single one of you!"
The doctors shrink back, not daring to breathe too heavily.
Selene Kane lies on the delivery bed, her face pale as paper, cold sweat soaking her hair.
Her hands tightly clutch the bedsheet, knuckles turning pale from the strain.
Wave after wave of intense contractions hit her, so severe she’s nearly passing out from the pain.
She bites her lip, her voice so weak it’s almost inaudible.
"Could you... could you turn off the pain receptors?"
Her voice trembles with helplessness.
"I... I hurt too much... I have no strength left at all..."
"No."
