Song Yun, a modern inheritor of ancient medical practices, accidentally transmigrates to the year 1973, becoming an unlucky girl unloved by her father and ignored by her mother.
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Song Yun shouted, "Get out of the way."
The people around her dispersed and she walked forward quickly. Sun Chahua was almost fainting from the pain. Her face was as white as paper and her hands and feet were soft and weak. This did not seem like a normal condition after childbirth. She must have been injured when she fell.
"Let's send him to the hospital quickly." Aunt Xu looked anxious.
Someone else echoed, "Yeah, Sister Sun's condition doesn't look right. It would be safer to send her to the hospital."
Song Yun shook her head. "It's too late."
She quickly took out a small porcelain bottle from her trouser pocket, poured out a pill and stuffed it into Sun Chahua's mouth. "Don't swallow it, hold it in your mouth."
"What did you give her to eat?" asked Aunt Xu.
"Ginseng pills." Actually, it was Ginseng Pills, a very precious pill made from an ancient formula that could save lives at critical moments. Ginseng was one of the herbs, so she wasn't lying when she said it was ginseng pills.
Song Yun picked up Sun Chahua, who weighed more than 140 kilograms, and walked towards Sun Chahua's home at great speed.
Aunt Xu and two aunts with some experience came along to help.
It would be nice to have someone to help, at least someone to boil hot water, pass things around, and make dirty beds.
Receiving a baby is not Song Yun's specialty, but as a doctor, she naturally knows how to deal with such a situation and how to save both the big and the small.
After taking the Guyuan Pill, Sun Chahua's complexion looked visibly better and she regained some strength.
"Don't shout. Hold your strength. When I tell you to, then push harder." Worried that she wouldn't understand, Song Yun explained, "If you shout, your strength will dissipate. Besides, the pain in your body won't lessen even a little bit even if you shout a thousand times. It's better to hold your strength so you can relax and end this pain sooner."
A short pain is worse than a long pain.
Of course, Sun Chahua believed Song Yun wholeheartedly. If Song Yun said not to shout, then she wouldn't shout. If Song Yun said to hold it in, then she would hold it in.
"The fetal position was originally correct, but after the fall just now, the baby turned sideways. No wonder his face turned pale in pain." Song Yun said.
When Aunt Xu and the others heard this, their expressions changed again and again. "The fetus is in a transverse position? That's terrible. We should send it to the hospital for a caesarean section. It's definitely not going to happen naturally."
Song Yun shook her head, already holding the needle in her hand. "It's too late. The baby must be delivered within five minutes, otherwise it will be lost."
The experienced aunt said, "Yes, the amniotic fluid has broken, and the baby is lying sideways, so it must be holding its breath in the belly."
Song Yun has already started the acupuncture.
As soon as the acupuncture was completed, Sun Chahua felt that most of her strength had returned.
Song Yun began to disinfect her hands and arms again, then said to Sun Chahua, "I'm going to put my hand in to correct the fetal position now. It's going to be painful, so bear with it."
Sun Chahua bit the towel and nodded vigorously.
Song Yun started to get pregnant. Sun Chahua was in so much pain that veins popped out on her forehead and she was sweating profusely. The three aunts couldn't bear to watch and turned their heads away.