It was Dr. Wang.
His seventh-day ritual had passed, the funeral was over, but his attachment still lingered, so his spirit remained.
Hearing this, Zhouzhou quickly asked, "What happened? I can help!"
Ah, he almost forgot, in his panic.
Dr. Wang slapped his forehead, realizing that Zhouzhou's medical skills were even better than theirs.
He hurriedly said, "My wife slipped and is bleeding a lot."
As he spoke, his eyes were filled with panic.
Upon hearing this, Zhouzhou's face tightened. She looked at the locked door, raised her small leg, and kicked it hard.
The door flew open with a loud bang.
Zhouzhou rushed in.
Dr. Wang led the way, guiding them to the kitchen.
On the floor, there was a woman, blood pooling beneath her. She was holding her abdomen, looking in immense pain.
Hearing the noise, she mustered the strength to lift her head and weakly said, "My... my baby."
Zhouzhou quickly approached, checked her pulse, and immediately gave her a pill.