Li Yuqing carefully helped the pregnant woman stand up from the bed. The woman slowly walked a couple of steps, her face filled with shock.
"Oh my god, my legs are actually better!"
Meanwhile, a young man outside paced back and forth nervously.
Li Fuyou snorted coldly, "I made it clear beforehand that this guy has no affiliation with our hospital. If there is a medical incident, our clinic is not responsible."
The young man, already tense, felt his anger rise upon hearing Li Fuyou's constant chatter.
"Are you wishing for my wife to die?" the young man shouted angrily.
Li Fuyou, noticing the scissors in the young man's hand, shrank back and said, "No, it seems like there's no more moaning from your wife inside. She might be gone. You better go check on her."
"What!" Upon hearing Li Fuyou's words, the young man turned pale, and the scissors fell from his hand.
He pushed the door open, "Wife, you died just fine!"