However, as time ticked by, second after second, there was no change in either the ring or Tang Zelin himself.
Sweat began to form on Tang Zelin's forehead. Su Shu remained unconscious, and if this method didn't work, he couldn't think of a better one on the spot.
Unconsciously, the man's hand rested on his wife's abdomen.
Below the palm, there was a new life growing.
Tang Zelin spaced out for a moment, then suddenly his eyes sparked with an idea.
As if possessed, he actually started talking to the child in Su Shu's womb.
"Baby, help daddy out. Mommy is in a lot of pain right now," he said.
After he finished speaking, he came back to his senses and found himself rather amusing.
How could he have done something so childish?
He laughed at himself in self-ridicule, losing his composure and calm due to his wife's inexplicable condition, the composure he had during the emergency resuscitation was long gone.
Now alone, he realized his palms were drenched with sweat.
