Chapter 435 Yang Yiyi suffers a difficult childbirth and refuses a C-section!

The journey that should have taken twenty minutes, Su Yue covered in just eight minutes.

The jeep executed a beautiful drift and came to a smooth stop in front of the emergency room.

Su Yue jumped out of the car with her suitcase, without even taking out the car keys, and rushed straight into the obstetrics and gynecology building.

Outside the delivery room at the end of the corridor, a glaring red light was on.

Yun Mu was squatting in the corner, his hands tightly covering his head.

His crisp military uniform was soaked with sweat, clinging wrinkled to his back. Hearing footsteps, he jerked his head up.

That usually spirited face was now deathly pale, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"sister in law!"

Yun Mu, as if seeing a lifeline, stumbled forward and almost knelt before Su Yue, pleading, "Please save her! You must save her! I won't have any more children... We won't have any more children..."

Su Yue grabbed his collar and lifted him up.

"Stand up straight!"

Su Yue's voice was as cold as a knife, "You are the child's father, and Yiyi's husband. She's fighting desperately inside, and who are you crying to outside? Hold back your tears!"

Yun Mu shuddered, biting his lip hard until he tasted the rusty, metallic taste of blood.

"Where is Director Chen?" Su Yue asked.

“She’s inside.” Yun Mu pointed to the tightly closed door, trembling. “She’s been inside for half an hour, and there’s been no movement. Just now, the nurse came out to get a blood bag and said… said that she might need to have a C-section, but Yiyi refuses to sign the consent form and insists on a natural birth.”

Su Yue shoved the first-aid kit into Yun Mu's arms.

"Take it."

She walked to the sink, turned on the tap, and began surgical handwashing.

The soap suds melted on her fingertips, and the cool water washed over her skin, making her mind calmer than ever before.

"Get me a sterile gown," Su Yue said to the passing head nurse. "Tell Director Chen I'm coming in."

The doors to the delivery room slowly opened.

A strong smell of disinfectant mixed with the stench of blood wafted towards us.

Yang Yiyi lay on the delivery bed, her hair soaked with sweat and plastered messily to her face.

Her face was as white as paper, her lips were bitten until they were bloody, and her hands were gripping the sheets tightly, her nails almost digging into her flesh.

The monitor emitted a monotonous and rapid ticking sound.

“Su…Su Yue…”

Yang Yiyi opened her eyes with difficulty and saw that familiar figure. A glimmer of light instantly gathered in her previously unfocused pupils.

"I am here."

Su Yue walked to the bedside and took Yang Yiyi's cold hand in hers.

She didn't offer any empty words of comfort, but quickly glanced at the data on the monitor and then looked at the labor progress record in Director Chen's hand.

"The cervix is ​​dilated to eight centimeters, but the baby's head is positioned high, occiput posterior." Director Chen's forehead was covered in sweat. "Dr. Su, the mother is severely exhausted and her contractions are weak. If this continues, both the mother and the baby will be in danger."

"No C-section..." Yang Yiyi suddenly burst out with astonishing strength, grabbing Su Yue's wrist with her other hand. "Yueyue, no C-section... Yun Mu is an only child... I want to give him a healthy baby... A C-section would take several years to recover..."

In this era, although the technology of cesarean section is mature, postoperative recovery is slow and it causes great damage to the body.

Su Yue understands Yang Yiyi's traditional thinking, but does not agree with it.

"Shut up."

Su Yue took out a cloth bag from her pocket, opened it, revealing silver needles of varying lengths inside.

"If you want a natural birth, just follow my instructions. Save your energy and don't talk."

Su Yue picked up a silver needle, located the Sanyinjiao acupoint on Yang Yiyi's calf, and quickly and accurately inserted it.

Next are Hegu and Taichong.

After a few needles, Yang Yiyi, who had been convulsing from the pain, gradually calmed down.

"Director Chen, administer a glucose syringe and add oxytocin."

Su Yue stood in front of the delivery bed, her voice steady and strong, "Prepare the forceps. If the baby's head doesn't descend within ten minutes, transfer the baby to the operating room immediately."

Director Chen paused for a moment, then nodded: "Okay! We'll do as Dr. Su says!"

The atmosphere in the entire delivery room changed instantly.

The previously panicked medical staff seemed to have found their backbone, and their movements became more efficient.

"Yiyi, look at me."

Su Yue leaned down, meeting Yang Yiyi's gaze. "Now, follow my rhythm and breathe. Inhale—exhale—"

Intense contractions struck again.

Yang Yiyi's face contorted in pain, and she let out a suppressed growl.

"Don't yell!" Su Yue shouted sharply. "Put your energy into the lower body! Just like when you run five kilometers during training, sprint through the last hundred meters!"

"I can't take it anymore... Yueyue, I can't take it anymore..." Yang Yiyi's tears streamed down her cheeks and into her ears, "It hurts so much... it really hurts so much..."

"you can."

Su Yue gripped her hand tightly, transferring her strength to her, "Think of Yun Mu, he's waiting for you outside. Think of the baby in your belly, he's trying so hard to get out too. Can you bear to let him get stuck halfway?"

This sentence struck Yang Yiyi's weak spot.

She gritted her teeth, and the veins on her neck bulged.

"Come on! The contraction is here! Push!" Su Yue stared at the birth canal opening. "I can see the hair! Yiyi, come on! Take a deep breath, hold it, and push down!"

Yang Yiyi gripped the handrail tightly, using the last bit of strength in her body to let out a heart-wrenching scream.

"ah--!"

"It's out! The head's out!" Director Chen exclaimed excitedly. "One more time! The shoulder!"

Su Yue quickly adjusted her technique, protecting her perineum, and gently rotated the baby's head in rhythm with Yang Yiyi's exertion.

"Wow--!"

A loud cry echoed throughout the delivery room.

The sound was crisp and powerful, like a new life's most assertive declaration to the world.

Yang Yiyi's body went limp, and she collapsed completely onto the bed.

She gasped for breath, tears streaming down her face like broken beads, yet a weak smile bloomed on her cheeks.

"She gave birth...she gave birth..."

Director Chen deftly cut the umbilical cord, picked up the little guy covered in blood, and slapped him on the bottom.

"Congratulations! It's a boy! He weighs six pounds and eight ounces, and he's quite strong!"

Su Yue took the child and wrapped him in sterile cloth.

The little guy was crying loudly with his eyes closed and mouth open; his features were just like Yun Mu's.

She held the child close to Yang Yiyi's face and pressed it against her cheek.

"Yiyi, look. This is your son."

Yang Yiyi laboriously turned her head and kissed the baby's forehead, which was covered in vernix caseosa.

At that moment, all the pain turned into something worthwhile.

The door to the delivery room was pushed open.

Yun Mu charged in like a cannonball.

He didn't even glance at his still-crying son. He rushed to the bedside, knelt down with a thud, grabbed Yang Yiyi's hand, and began to wail loudly.

"Wife...wife, you've suffered so much...we're not having any more children...we'd rather die than have any more..."

A grown man, over six feet tall, was crying his eyes out, completely losing his composure.

The nurses around were covering their mouths and snickering.