Divine Doctor's Adorable Child

The night was thick, the solitary moon hung high in the sky. Near the mass graveyard on the outskirts of the capital, only the cries of vultures pierced the darkness, chilling and sinister.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps echoed through the gloom, startling the vultures from their roosts. They flapped their wings in panic, screeching as they took flight.

Tan Qingjiu, clutching her belly and gasping for breath, slid down against a tree, her moon-white inner garment soaked in blood from the waist down. Another wave of agony seized her; she furrowed her brow, gripping the tree behind her to steady herself. Surely, she had outrun the pursuers by now?

Even if she hadn't, there was nothing more she could do. She couldn't hold on any longer—the child was coming!

The pain was unbearable. Tan Qingjiu clung desperately to the tree, summoning what little strength remained. Half an hour later, as the newborn's cry rang out, relief flooded her body. She hastily untied the dagger from her ankle, cut the umbilical cord, and cradled her child in her arms.

"My child, my precious child..."

But suddenly, a pair of hands reached out from behind the tree, snatching the baby away. "Hahaha, sister, you're mistaken. The child you bore belongs to me!"

Tan Qingjiu's eyes widened. She staggered forward, her voice raw and hoarse: "My child, give him back!"

Tan Yunge stepped back, watching as Tan Qingjiu collapsed from exhaustion, her expression cruel. "Yours? Sister, do you know who orchestrated