People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 679 Pregnant woman: I saw Satan, but suddenly Satan was robbed by a group of doctors

The poet's vision began to spin, and when he came to his senses, he was already outside the crowd.

A hideous beast was biting his collar.

The poet trembled, and the next moment when his vision returned to normal, he uncontrollably looked for the location of the pregnant woman.

He saw Kal'tsit squatting down and injecting some medicine into the pregnant woman.

Next to Kal'tsit, Thorn took out various reagents from his arms like a magic trick, and began to mix them with his hands like the most precise instruments in the world.

Shining slowly knelt beside the pregnant woman and gently lifted her head and placed it on his lap.

This emergency rescue team, with a mixed crew, including some Sarkaz, looks strange, yet somehow gives people a sense of reassurance.

"Put me down, please, brother? Or sister?"

When the poet came to his senses, he was horrified to find that he was being held in the mouth of an unknown giant beast.

M3 let out a dissatisfied growl in a humane manner, turned around and threw the poet to the ground.

Vina came over and held out her hand to the poet:

"Get up, the pregnant woman is safe."

"But she just..."

"No buts." Vina smiled, now completely relaxed. "With the current number of people in Rhode Island in the Norbert District, even if the gods descend today, it cannot change the fact that the pregnant woman is safe."

The poet was somewhat shocked by Vina's confidence.

Not far away, the crowd that had just left and returned hurried back, each holding large and small basins of water in their hands, with steam rising from them.

"Just let it go."

Thorn handed the prepared medicine to Kal'tsit, turned around and directed people to put down the hot water, and then suddenly frowned.

He lowered his head and stared at the hot water in front of him, expressionless and said:

"The water temperature is 91.39 degrees Celsius. Are you starving and want to have a snack?"

Everyone: "..."

"Pour cold water!"

Amon in the crowd reacted quickly.

Thorn waved his hand to stop him from making trouble and took out some reagents from his pocket again:

"I have a heat-absorbing reagent here that can control the temperature. Please stay away and don't affect the air circulation."

"Good good."

People responded in unison and made way for a long distance around them.

The venue, which was originally somewhat crowded, suddenly became extremely spacious.

Just as the venue was vacated, a loud baby cry spread through the night.

Kal'tsit gently held the baby and placed it in the basin where Thorn had adjusted the water temperature:

"It's a girl."

"Girl...haha, girl...I'm a daddy!"

The pregnant woman's husband reacted for a few seconds before suddenly bursting into a shout of ecstasy.

This shout caused a huge uproar, and the crowd waiting around also burst into earth-shaking shouts.

"Be quiet, the pregnant woman needs rest."

Kal'tsit's calm voice was not loud, but it clearly covered everyone's shouts.

The scene was lively for less than three seconds, and then all the noise stopped abruptly as if someone pressed a switch again.

The man who had just become a father came to his senses and looked nervously at the Shining who was protecting his wife:

"Doctor, is she still in danger?"

Shining gently stroked the forehead of the unconscious pregnant woman with a gentle smile:

"She just fell asleep. She will be weak for a while. Please don't let her get too tired or have too much emotional fluctuations."

"Yes, thank you, doctor, thank you!"

The man could no longer hold back his tears, which he had been holding back for a long time. He knelt down without hesitation and kowtowed to the three Shining men.

Thorn came over and helped him up, reminding him:

“I can provide you with medicine, but your daughter and wife need to take supplementary nutrition during this period.

I'm sorry, but we don't have that much supplies."

"I can make the decision."

Ameng walked out of the crowd and said confidently: "The dean's warehouse still has a lot of supplies in reserve. I can use them for special circumstances."

He turned his head and looked at the people around him:

"Later, I will assign this gentleman some more tasks as a trade. Just consider it as helping him. The supplies will be considered as an overdraft for him. Is that okay?"

"An Meng, I don't like what you said!"

One person in the crowd laughed and shouted, "No need to overdraw. I am willing to give a portion of my supplies every day to supplement the nutrition of this lady."

"Me too!"

"Don't even talk about distributing supplies. I'll do this lady's job!"

The man's tears, which he had finally stopped, began to flow again.

He kept bowing to the people around him and kept saying:

"Thank you, everyone. I can do it. I will do more work and take on more tasks. This is my responsibility as a husband and a father. Thank you, everyone. I can do it."

There was laughter and jokes all around.

Some people also asked the man what name he planned to give his daughter.

Hearing this question, the man came back to his senses, pulled Amon beside him to Kal'tsit, and took the baby who had been wiped dry by Kal'tsit and wrapped in a thick blanket.

"Amon, thanks to your strong physique, you Sarkaz were able to find a doctor for them in time."

The man thanked her and said, "If you don't mind, please name my daughter."

"I?"

Ameng didn't panic even in the critical situation just now, but now he was frightened and at a loss.

He waved his hands repeatedly: "I don't even know how to read, how can I get a name? Even my name was given by the dean.

Let the doctors come, they are all highly qualified!"

The man held his daughter and turned to look at Kal'tsit and the other two.

Kal'tsit waved her hand, indicating that she was not interested in this, and Thorn and Shining also chose to shake their heads.

The man smiled and suddenly turned to look outside the crowd.

The crowd dispersed on their own, revealing the poet standing outside looking in eagerly.

poet:?!

"Is there still a role for me?" the poet exclaimed.

"Of course!" the man stepped forward and said, "You are also the benefactor of our family of three. If you hadn't arrived first, I really can't believe how things would turn out."

"No, that, I..."

The poet became flustered again.

He was even secretly annoyed. He was obviously a professional intelligence officer and had the mental strength to not blink even if a blade hit his nose.

As a result, during this short period of time, he has lost control of his emotions several times in a row.

This damn lot is toxic!

The poet cursed in his heart, but as the man handed his daughter into his arms, all the curses in the poet's heart disappeared, leaving only endless tenderness.

He looked up at the man, then looked around at the crowd of Sarkaz and Victorians living in harmony.

In this abandoned land, among a group of Sarkaz known for their cruelty and brutality, a group of Victorians had joyful smiles on their faces, and a little life came into the world without any warning.

At this moment, the poet inexplicably thought of the texts he had published.

He suddenly felt that the words he had written with such pride before now seemed so lame and so meaningless.

“Just call her Ainz,” the poet said softly.

The man nodded repeatedly and reached out to take his daughter.

At this moment, a frivolous voice sounded from behind the poet:

"Ainz? Ainz Ooal Gown?

This brother has something special, and he has suddenly got an amazing name. "

"Wow!"

The poet was startled, turned his head to look, and then let out another even more miserable scream.

"Qi Yan!"

Qi Yan was also startled by the startled poet, his white wolf ears drooped, and he bared his teeth and said:

"What's wrong with you? As the dean, isn't it reasonable for me to be here?

Vina, you are right."

Looking at Qi Yan silently, Vina nodded, and then suddenly took off the hammer from her waist:

"Qi Yan appears, everyone take action!"

In an instant, clouds moved in all directions, and swords were pointed at Qi Yan who had not yet reacted.

The roar of the chainsaw attracted the attention of everyone, including Qi Yan, who subconsciously looked over. At the same time, countless syringes flew towards him from behind Qi Yan.

In the shadow under Qi Yan's feet, the figure of Askalon holding a rope emerged.

In the distance, Logos jumped out holding a bone pen. The happy smile on his face almost destroyed his character, and countless runes jumped on the tip of the pen.

A bright light like the morning glow suddenly appeared behind Kal'tsit, and the white-haired Sarkaz in a black robe slowly drew out the long sword in his arms.

But these actions still lag behind one person.

Amiya, holding a violin, rushed towards Qi Yan like flying.

(Burned out, really burned out)

(That’s right, um… ahem, does anyone have any small gifts or anything?)

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