Chapter 413 Divine Needle for Pregnancy Preservation!

"Yiyi!"

Yun Mu rushed over, at a loss, wanting to touch but not daring to, his voice trembling like a leaf: "What happened? She was fine just now... why is she bleeding?"

"Don't make a sound."

Without turning her head, Su Yue held the needle in her hand, at a crucial moment in the acupuncture procedure, and said, "Go stand over there, don't block the light."

Yun Mu immediately froze on the spot like a wooden stake, not daring to breathe, staring intently at Yang Yiyi, his eyes frighteningly red.

Ten minutes.

For everyone in the ward, those ten minutes felt like an eternity.

As Su Yue administered the last needle, Yang Yiyi's abdomen, which had been as tense as a rock, finally began to soften.

The piercing, dragging pain gradually subsided.

"alright."

Su Yue pulled out the silver needle and quickly pressed an alcohol swab against the needle hole.

Dr. Liu finished the second examination and breathed a sigh of relief as she looked at the faint heartbeat curve that had reappeared on the monitor: "The fetal heartbeat has stabilized. It was really close. The placenta detached at the edge; a few minutes later, the baby would have been lost."

Yun Mu swayed and barely managed to stand by holding onto the edge of the bed.

He reached out and tremblingly touched Yang Yiyi's hair, which was soaked with cold sweat. His throat felt like it was blocked with cotton: "Wife...you've suffered."

Looking at his disheveled appearance, Yang Yiyi weakly moved her mouth and said, "Silly boy, put down the pickled cucumbers, your hands are all red from being squeezed."

Yun Mu then realized that he was still clutching the canned food jar tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white.

He placed the jar on the bedside table, turned around, and was about to bend down in front of Su Yue.

"Alright, stop with the nonsense." Su Yue stepped aside. "You're a soldier; your knees are precious."

She took out paper and pen from her bag, quickly wrote down a prescription, and handed it to Dr. Liu.

"This is a prescription for preventing miscarriage and stopping bleeding. Please have the pharmacy prepare it and send it over. The donkey-hide gelatin needs to be melted in rice wine and added at the end. Also, Yiyi has a cold constitution, and this bleeding has damaged her vital energy, so I have increased the dosage of astragalus and codonopsis in the prescription."

Dr. Liu took the prescription and glanced at it. His eyes lit up instantly: "This combination... is amazing! Especially the mulberry mistletoe, it's used just right!"

She was trained in Western medicine, but also knew a little about traditional Chinese medicine, and she could see the brilliance of this prescription at a glance.

"Director Su, I didn't expect you to have this skill?"

"I've become an expert through long illness," Su Yue casually brushed it off, then turned to look at Yun Mu, "For the next two weeks, Yi Yi must stay in bed absolutely. She must eat, drink, and relieve herself in bed, and except for going to the toilet, her feet are not allowed to touch the ground."

Yun Mu stood at attention and saluted, his voice booming: "Mission accomplished!"

Seeing Yang Yiyi's weak but peaceful sleeping face, Su Yue finally felt relieved.

She walked out of the ward, leaned against the wall in the corridor, and rubbed her sore wrists.

The acupuncture treatment was extremely mentally taxing, and now that I've relaxed, I feel a chill on my back.

"Su Yue".

Yun Mu chased after him and closed the door behind him.

This usually spirited battalion commander looked dejected. He leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette, and was about to smoke it when he remembered that he was in a hospital. He then irritably stubbed it out on the trash can.

"Thanks to you this time." Yun Mu looked at Su Yue. "If anything had happened to Yiyi and the child, I..."

"Don't say discouraging things," Su Yue interrupted him. "Yiyi is stronger than you think. She was in so much pain just now, but she didn't utter a sound, afraid of affecting my acupuncture. Motherhood makes one strong, those four words are not just for show."

Yun Mu nodded, his face full of guilt: "It's all my fault. I've been too busy lately and neglected her."

“There’s nothing we can do about things in the military.” Su Yue patted his shoulder. “But in the coming days, you need to focus more on your family. Preserving the pregnancy is a long-term battle, and the pregnant woman’s mood is the most important thing. If she’s constantly worried, no amount of medicine will help.”

“I know.” Yun Mu straightened up. “I’ve already asked the commander for leave. I’ll stay here for the time being and won’t go anywhere.”

By the time I finished dealing with things at the hospital, it was already dark.

When Su Yue returned home, Zhang Huilan had already prepared dinner and was holding Ping An in the yard, counting stars.

Upon hearing about Yang Yiyi's situation, the old lady kept chanting Buddhist prayers: "Amitabha, may the Bodhisattva protect you. Childbirth is like passing through the gates of hell for a woman, and Yiyi has had a tough time."

"Mom, I want to make some soup for Yiyi tomorrow and send it over." Su Yue washed her hands, sat down to eat, and said, "I'll also cut a few slices of the old ginseng I saved up before and give them to her."

“Okay, I’ll go to the market first thing tomorrow morning to buy a black-boned chicken.” Zhang Huilan put a piece of pork rib on Su Yue’s plate. “Don’t overwork yourself. We’re going to the capital soon, so I’ll take care of things at home.”

Su Yue paused for a moment while chewing on the ribs.

The capital city.

That place is probably bustling with activity right now.

Gu Beichen said on the phone that although Qin Zheng had been released, those people had not given up and were plotting to cause trouble at the upcoming military region competition.

Although the "sugar-coated bullet" targeting Blue Ocean Factory was blasted back by his battle in Hong Kong, the old fox of the Lin family would definitely not let it go.

This trip to Beijing is not just about visiting relatives, but also about facing a tough battle.

"Mom," Su Yue put down her chopsticks and looked at Zhang Huilan, "I don't plan to take Ping An and Ning Jing with me to Beijing this time."

Zhang Huilan was taken aback: "What? You're willing to do that?"

“It’s not that I’m reluctant to leave,” Su Yue said calmly. “It’s just that things aren’t peaceful over there. I have a weakness when I’m with a child.”

Zhang Huilan was silent for a moment, then hugged Ping An tighter: "Okay. You can rest assured that the child is with me. As long as I'm still alive, no one will be able to lay a finger on my grandson."

Su Yue smiled and reached out to pinch Ping An's chubby little face.

"Son, do you miss your dad?"

Ping An blinked her big eyes and shouted in her childish voice, "Yes! Daddy, beat the bad guys! Biubiubiu!"

“Yes, Dad is fighting bad guys.” A cold glint flashed in Su Yue’s eyes. “Mom went there this time to help Dad hand over a gun.”

Three days later.

Yang Yiyi's condition has completely stabilized. Although she still needs to stay in bed, her complexion has become much rosier.

Su Yue went to the hospital to say goodbye.

Yang Yiyi held her hand tightly, saying, "You must be careful when you go to Beijing. I heard that the social circles of wealthy women there are very chaotic, and Lin Ruolan, that sister-in-law, is no pushover either."

"Don't worry." Su Yue tucked the blanket around her. "I'm going to 'reason' with them, not to fight. As long as they're reasonable, I'll be reasonable. But if they're not..."

Su Yue smiled but didn't continue.

Yun Mu chimed in from the side: "If they're being unreasonable, let Old Gu beat up their husbands!"

"Get lost!" Yang Yiyi laughed and scolded, then turned to Su Yue and said, "Go and come back soon. When you come back, let's go for a walk on the beach together. By then, my belly will definitely be as big as a ball."

"It's a deal."