When the tribe members came to find him, the nephew was with him. He didn't feel anything when he heard that the girl was going to give birth, and he smiled heartlessly.

Pan Ting shook his head. If their relationship is not as good as that, and the marriage system is forced to be implemented, it will be just a sign of its own.

He and his nephew walked leisurely to the wooden house where the girl lived. He thought that the baby would cry, but the girl screamed so hard. As soon as he entered the house, everyone's eyes suddenly lit up.

The woman who delivered the baby jumped out of the bed quickly, without wearing shoes, pointed her hands at the pregnant woman, and said with difficulty: "No, don't you give birth to it."

Pan Ting was stunned and said, "Can't you give birth?"

The delivery woman nodded.

Pan Ting looked at the situation and couldn't even see his head. "How long has it been?"

The woman stretched out two fingers.

"Two hours?" Pan Ting patted the girl, "How are you?"

The girl forced herself to cheer up and smiled at him.

Pan Ting said to his nephew: "Find something nutritious for her to eat."

"What to eat?" the nephew was confused.

Pan Ting was one head and two big: "Whatever!" He said softly to the girl, "You take a break first, accumulate some energy... and continue later."

The girl didn't know if she understood it or didn't understand it, so she closed her eyes gently.

Pan Ting asked Zaozi to use it on the computer and searched Baidu for ways to deal with difficult labor. He couldn't use any prenatal examination or caesarean section! At this time, he was a little regretful when he first chose university. In order to get angry with his mother, he gave up studying medicine and chose to be an accountant. If he had studied medicine at the beginning, even a veterinarian would be better than now.

After resting for a while, the girl actually had the strength and under the guidance of Pan Ting, she squeezed the child out bit by bit.

The child didn't cry at first, Pan Ting knocked on his back for a long time, and he was a little fierce, and then he heard him crying with a "wow". Pan Ting felt ruthless and handed the child to his nephew, and heard the woman who had delivered the child before whisper: "Blood, blood."

Pan Ting looked at the bed and blood oozed out bit by bit. He felt tight, and remembered that what pregnant women feared most was postpartum bleeding, and immediately shouted: "Cotton, let's take the cotton plant!"

He handed it over with one hand, but he took it over without even looking at it, stuffed it into the bleeding mouth, muttering to himself: "Massage the uterus, massage the uterus..."

Seeing that he was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, his nephew reached out to touch his forehead.

Pan Ting opened his hand and slapped himself hard with his backhand.

The room suddenly became quiet, and even the mother widened her eyes slightly.

"I am the Creator." Pan Ting suddenly came back to his senses, a ball of white light condensed from his palm, slowly swept across the mother's belly, and the blood finally stopped slowly.

"Ahhh!"

One person screamed.

"Yu huh huh!"

Others also shouted.

There was a joyful atmosphere in the room.

Pan Ting: "..." How much advertising fees did Yahoo give you?

With this experience, Pan Ting dared not underestimate the birth delivery incident. He brought several birth delivery people together to discuss the things to pay attention to when delivering, and repeatedly reminded them that if there is another difficult labor incident, he must notify him as soon as possible.

Zaozi came to get the computer and happened to hear this sentence. He asked curiously: "Are you going to live in the Glorious Clan forever?"

Pan Ting shrugged: "It's nothing wrong?"

"You are the Creator, not their patriarch."

"Just because I am the Creator, I will do whatever I am happy, right?" Pan Ting said, "I am the biggest in the world anyway."

Zaozi said, "You can't beat Saar."

Pan Ting said: "Except him, I am on an equal footing with him...uh."

Zaozi said, "You still have to rely on me."

Pan Ting said: "You are the man behind me, who do you rely on if you don't rely on?"

Zaozi said, "So, are you and the Glorious Clan in your world?"

Pan Ting was stunned for a moment, imagining the picture, feeling a little monotonous. After all, the Glorious Clan cannot bear the heavy responsibility of pleasing to the eye. He regretted that he did not ask Sa'er to write and paint when he created the Glorious Clan, otherwise there would be a picture of handsome men and beautiful women gathering in front of him. In addition, they obeyed themselves, so they could do whatever they wanted.

"Your saliva is almost flowing down," Zaozi said disgusted.

Pan Ting wiped the corner of his mouth, looked at the realistic Glorious Clan not far away, and sighed silently.

At night, the Glorious Clan slept so darkly.

Pan Ting stayed alone and went back to the space to chat with the Creator, and continued to discuss the relationship between the Creator and the Glorious Clan. He said: "In our place, God also has joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, and it is not fair. There are many things about 'Give meat and smiles when you eat vegetarian food'. Some Gods like to mess with mortals, roll around the sheets, roll around the kindergarten, roll out of primary and secondary schools, and roll out of the sky with stars."

Zaozi said, "Who do you like from the Glorious Clan?"

“…I’m just giving an example.”

"Is it my nephew?"

"I'm really just giving an example?"

"It's still the woman you delivered today? It's not your child, are you? Are you going to get out of the sky with stars?"

“…I won’t bother you.”

Zaozi turned his head and devoted himself to studying, without any nostalgia.

Pan Ting: "..." Human feelings and warmness can never stand up to small experiments.

Influenced by Zaozi's image of hard study, Pan Ting also stayed peacefully in the space for a few days. It was already seven days later when he went out. The first stop after leaving the house was still the Glorious Clan.

It was snowing, and the wooden house of the Guangrong clan was slowly covered with a thin layer of white snow.

"Looking at the silver-covered, it's very enchanting." Pan Ting muttered, knocked on his nephew's door, but it was the door of the next room. When the man saw Pan Ting's eyes lit up, he rushed over in three or two steps, and pointed to the north.

Pan Ting said: "You mean they went to the north to play?"

The man shook his head and said, "Sleep, sleep."

Pan Ting talked to him for a long time, but still didn't understand. He went to the home where his nephew had just given birth.

The person who followed him immediately said, "No. No. Sleep."

It was difficult for him to say, Pan Ting felt even harder: "Did she not sleep or not wake up?" His face changed, "Are you saying she is dead?"

"Die?" the man thought for a while, nodded, "Go to the mountain."

Pan Ting understood: "Are you saying they went to the cave of Wuming No. 2 Mountain?" Yes, according to the customs of the Guangrong clan, once someone in the clan dies, the first place to be placed in Wuming No. 2 Mountain is the cave of Wuming No. 2 Mountain.

But the problem is that the cave is now occupied by people from the Gaowu clan!

When he thought of this, he ran towards Wuming No. 2 without looking back.

The distance between the wooden house and Wuming No. 2 Mountain is quite close. Pan Ting remembers that they only walked for a day when they came, but why is it so far now that they can't run to the foot of the mountain?

He ran too fast and didn't see a small ball of hair running out from the side, drilling between his feet, tripping, and falling heavily to the ground.

I'm a carp!

He spat, and was about to stand up when his arm was helped.

"You?! Why are you willing to show up?" Pan Ting finally realized that his tone was a bit resentful.

Sa'er canal: "Where to go?"

"Wuming No. 2 Mountain, are you going to go together?" Pan Ting's eyes lit up. There is no better fight helper for Pisa's.

“What to do?”

"Preserve justice!"

Sa'er canal: "That woman was infected with the wound and died of illness."

Pan Ting was stunned: "Diet from illness?"

Sa'er Canal: "A week ago, I turned on the disease system."
Chapter completed!