The so-called "seeing blood" is a euphemism in this case, which is not too obscure, that is, the so-called heavy bleeding or hemorrhage.

When Su Qingluan heard this word, she felt as if the sword of Damocles had finally fallen - although her whole body tensed up, for some reason she felt relieved.

What is coming has finally come.

Compared to her younger siblings' confusion and the pale faces of her parents, Su Qingluan was the calmest among the Su family - even though she felt her fingers were as cold as ice in a corner where no one knew her.

"Please," Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi who was about to leave. "Although I actually hope that I am just worrying too much, fortunately you are here now."

"Yes, Mr. Mu is here!" Yang was as if she had finally found a piece of driftwood. "Mr. Mu must be able to save Sister Guixiang!"

Mu Xingzhi didn't say anything, just smiled and nodded.

Although his movements were neat, they were still at a leisurely pace. This calmness, which could almost be described as "indifferent", also infected Yang and Su Guangfu, who were originally a little panicked.

Before leaving, Mu Xingzhi glanced at Su Qingluan and said, "You seem very calm. Do you trust my medical skills so much?"

Contrary to everyone's expectations, Su Qingluan shook her head and said, "No doctor can cure all patients 100%, so just do your best."

"What are you talking about?" Yang tugged at Su Qingluan's clothes, "Mr. Mu must be..."

"There's no such thing as 'certain,'" Su Qingluan said, looking at Yang. She couldn't let Yang have overly optimistic expectations about any risky medical procedure. "The fact is, even if Hua Tuo were still alive, Aunt Guixiang would still be in great danger. It's unknown whether she could be saved."

As she spoke, she held Yang's hand tightly.

Yang was infected by the touch of her hand and was relieved from the panic and fear she had just felt. She looked at Mu Xingzhi with an apologetic look: "I'm sorry, I was really anxious..."

Mu Xingzhi smiled and shook his head: "This is human nature. Madam, there is no need to feel guilty. However, I would like to ask your daughter to come with me."

Even though Mu Xingzhi did not explain in detail why he did this, through what happened just now, Yang and Su Guangfu realized that Su Qingluan's calm and firm attitude would calm everyone down.

Yang and Su Guangfu looked at each other and nodded. Yang said, "We'll wait here. If you need any help, just call us."

Su Qingluan put on her winter clothes for going out. Since the Li family was just across the street, she did not wear a straw raincoat or hat to protect her from the wind and snow.

When she went to knock on the door, someone pushed it open after a while. It was a woman with gray hair, about forty years old.

In modern terms, people in their forties can barely be considered "young people" and have nothing to do with the word "old".

But in this era, people can get married or start a family at the age of fifteen or sixteen. Many people are not even twenty years old and their children are already old enough to help with household chores.

It is common for people in their thirties to become grandparents.

So this person could be considered an "old woman." Su Qingluan knew that this must be Sun Guixiang's mother-in-law.

However, she did not know Sun Guixiang's mother-in-law's surname, so she just nodded and called her "old lady".

"A country girl shouldn't be called 'old lady' by a young lady," the old woman said with a tired look on her face. "What are you doing...?"

She first looked at Su Qingluan, then shifted her gaze to the person sitting in the wheelchair behind her.

"Mr. Mu?" The old woman's cloudy eyes immediately lit up like someone who had found light in the darkness. "You are..."

"Stop talking nonsense, saving people is the most important thing." Mu Xingzhi had restrained his usual casual and lazy smile and said solemnly.

The old woman, contrary to her previous suspicion towards Su Qingluan, immediately and attentively made way for Mu Xingzhi and Song Bo.

Su Qingluan stood nearby and once again witnessed the extent to which the people of Huaxi Village respected "Mr. Mu".

When I walked into the Li family’s gate, the first thing I felt was not the heart-wrenching cries of the woman in labor, but the smell of blood, a strong smell of blood that seemed to suffocate me.

Su Qingluan couldn't help but pause, and the midwife in the room said anxiously: "Madam Su, you have to hold on! We have to hold on for a long time..."

Li Sanlang was no longer the silent and gentle person that was first seen. He paced back and forth outside like a top.

Su Qingluan naturally could not enter the inner room of the delivery room. Of course, Mu Xingzhi, a man from outside, was not allowed to enter either.

Especially the midwife kept chasing people out: "The delivery room is filthy, men are not allowed to enter!"

"I'm a doctor." Mu Xingzhi said.

"Mr. Mu..." The midwife looked very embarrassed, "Even you, after all, are a man..."

Su Qingluan clenched her fists tightly, her heart roaring: What's going on? Is it really necessary to care about gender separation when it comes to matters of life and death?!

But even though she was screaming at the top of her lungs, she couldn't say anything on the surface, not even showing any dissatisfaction. The reason was simple: she couldn't ignore the social environment here in order to save people, because even if Sun Guixiang was saved, she would still have to live in this village.

If she rashly asked Mu Xingzhi to rescue her by force, even if Mu Xingzhi agreed, what would happen after "breaking the rules"? At worst, she could move away with her family and start a new life somewhere else where no one would recognize her.

What about Sun Guixiang? Would she mind breaking the rules? Even if she didn't mind, what about her husband? What about her in-laws? What about everyone in the village?

She couldn't push Sun Guixiang into another disaster just to save her from one predicament.

So Su Qingluan could only stare at the midwife and swallow all her words. At the same time, she couldn't help but think: Didn't Mu Xingzhi expect such a scene?

Regardless of whether Mu Xingzhi thought of it or not, he didn't let the situation stalemate. He looked at the midwife and said, "Of course I don't have to go into the delivery room, but there are some issues that need to be examined by you. I'll prescribe medicine and you'll give acupuncture - this level should be fine, right?"

The midwife was somewhat knowledgeable in medicine. In addition to assisting in childbirth, she also occasionally treated gynecological diseases and injuries for women.

After hearing Mu Xingzhi's words, she nodded, and then the pattern began where Mu Xingzhi would ask a question, and the midwife would turn around and go in to take a look and then answer.

As early as when Mu Xingzhi proposed this idea, Su Qingluan felt that she should write it down, so she hurried back home to get her own paper and charcoal pen - after all, stationery is a luxury for ordinary people, not every family has it.

Because the consultation would take some time, Su Qingluan took out paper and pen after hearing the first question, but the midwife had not come out yet.

So Su Qingluan lay on the wall nearby and began to record Sun Guixiang's "medical record".