He poured himself a glass of red wine, turned on the TV, and sank into the sofa. Just as he raised the glass to his lips, the mournful voice of a news anchor came from the television.
[Three days ago, a famous obstetrician-gynecologist in our city died on her beloved operating table, along with her child, due to complications during childbirth. May she rest in peace.]
Tom put down his glass and sprang up from the sofa. His eyes were fixed on the large news headline.
An obstetrician-gynecologist? Difficult labor?
He frowned deeply, but after a dozen or so seconds, his expression relaxed into a smile.
In this vast city, you can find an obstetrician-gynecologist everywhere you look.
Besides, my medical skills have always been top-notch. I definitely wouldn't die on the operating table. Even if I had to get a janitor to assist, I could have delivered the baby successfully.
But the truth was ... I really shouldn't have died that day.
A mother's strength is boundless, even in despair. I screamed until my throat was hoarse, but no one came. So, I had no choice but to grit my teeth and deliver the baby myself.