Chapter 50: Death Struggle

It was just daybreak, and the snow had not stopped from last night, but it was much lighter. The north wind brought the snow and it hit people's faces, and it felt like needles pricking them.

Second Aunt refused to let Xie Yuming enter the house.

Old Mrs. Wu just came to see the baby. When she found out that the baby could not be saved, she burst into tears. She is now in the Buddhist temple, kneeling and praying for her granddaughter-in-law.

Yu Jin is a little girl who has never been out of the house. She cannot stand such a thing. Now she is so scared that she dare not leave the house.

The jade mirror was even smaller, and Shen Qi didn't even let her get up.

Second Aunt pulled her stubborn son and cried out loudly, even louder than Sun's cry.

Seeing that Sun Xueyi's life or death was uncertain, there were only two little girls who were not yet adults around her, busying themselves in and out.

Listening to the long and short cries filling the yard, Chen Qi's heart began to pound, and she finally couldn't help but speak.

"I'll go, I'll go accompany her."

Xie Yuduo looked at her pale face, hesitated a little, and finally spoke.

"There must have been a lot of blood. It would have been scary."

Chen Qi calmed herself down and held his hand.

"It's okay, trust me."

Upon hearing this, Xie Yuduo helped her walk to the door of the wing room and finally let go.

Chen Qi didn't hesitate and immediately lifted the curtain and went in.

As soon as you enter the door, you will be overwhelmed by the smell of blood.

The bedroom was in a mess.

Even though Chen Qi was mentally prepared, she still felt frightened.

The house was filled with the smell of blood, and everywhere you looked was a sea of crimson.

Sun's face, which originally had a yellowish color, now turned pale and bluish. There were large pools of bright red blood on the brocade mattress beneath her. Perhaps because of the passage of time, the edges of the bloodstains had even turned dark red and black.

A midwife who was urgently called in was looking down at her bleeding. Her hands and even her arms were covered in bright red blood.

Spots of blood spread all the way to the ground.

Xiao Qiao'er, who was about sixteen or seventeen years old, and another maid who looked even younger were busy wiping the large bloodstains on Sun's body, and taking turns washing cotton cloth in hot water.

The basin of clean hot water that had just been replaced was soon stained red again.

Seeing Chen Qi coming in, Xiao Qiaoer threw away the blood-stained cotton cloth on her hand, her face covered with tears, and knelt down.

"Second Auntie, please take care of my daughter! She's... please, save her!"

Chen Qi didn't have the strength to help her up at this moment. He just nodded slightly, walked to the bed with weak steps, then knelt down and grasped Sun Xueyi's palm, which was white with a hint of bluish.

"Don't be afraid, don't worry, it will be fine..."

The slender fingers were cold to the touch, except for the palms, which were still warm.

Chen Qi didn't dare to look down and could only use her own hands to warm her cold hands.

After a while, she was finally able to get up and check Sun Xueyi's face in the light.

It must have been very painful. Her usually beautiful and elegant eyebrows were now wrinkled, blood was oozing from her teeth, and the veins on her forehead were faintly bulging.

She was very thin and had lost so much blood, she was exhausted and her moans became weaker and weaker.

Even for a stranger on the street, seeing such a dying struggle would be heartbreaking.

When Chen Qi saw such a tragic scene, she felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife and tears fell down.

Such a lovely girl was tortured into such a state.

"Don't be afraid, dear sister-in-law...it will be fine...you will be fine..."

The midwife raised her head from the blood-soaked mattress, her hands bandaged and covered in glaring blood.

"Grandma, there's some blood-dissolving medicine on the table. Please feed her some more and see if she can get it in. If the dead fetus still doesn't come out in another hour or three, she might..."

Chen Qi stretched out her hand and stopped her from saying the rest of the words.

She quickly took the still warm bowl of soup from the table and returned to the bed.

The small porcelain spoon passed the medicine over mouthful by mouthful, but it all flowed down the skinny and sunken cheeks.

Sun Xueyi was in so much pain that she was unconscious, and perhaps also feeling despair, she had no intention of opening her mouth to drink the medicine.

Chen Qi looked at the bloodstains below and was so anxious that she didn't know what to do.

The more anxious you are, the more your hands shake.

The more your hands shake, the harder it is to feed.

Seeing that the moaning sound was getting weaker and weaker, Sun Xueyi half closed her eyes, and even her eyelids, which were as thin as cicada wings, seemed to be slightly blue.

Chen Qi had never seen anyone dying, but she could tell that she was about to die.

She wanted to die, to die with this child that was destined not to be born.

Seeing that she was unlikely to survive, Chen Qi felt heartbroken and simply put down the bowl of soup, supported her, held her in her arms, and gently stroked her sweat-soaked hair with her hands.

"Good girl, don't sleep, drink this bowl of medicine. Once you drink it, the pain will go away... Good girl, don't sleep, drink the medicine..."

Her voice was choked with sobs.

This is the song my mother sang to me when I was a child to coax me to take medicine.

Every time she fell ill, her mother would hold the little one in her arms, gently stroke her hair, pat her, and sing for her.

"Xiao Yue'er, my dear, don't sleep, take your medicine..."

…

After an unknown amount of time, the person in my arms moved.

Chen Qi hurriedly lowered her head to look.

Sun Xueyi opened her eyelids and stared at herself without blinking, her eyes full of bloodshot from struggling so hard.

Seeing that she opened her eyes, Chen Qi wiped her own snot and tears without hesitation. With one hand, she picked up the spoon beside the bed, scooped half a spoonful of medicine, and handed it to her pale lips.

"Come, take a sip...be good...take another sip..."

Half a spoonful of the medicine finally flowed down the throat.

Chen Qi didn't know how long it had been, maybe a quarter of an hour, maybe an hour, maybe just the time of a cup of tea.

“Here he comes!”

The midwife shouted, then breathed a sigh of relief.

A bloody lump of flesh was carried out.

Chen Qi took only one look and immediately looked away, suppressing the urge to vomit.

"Tsk tsk, it's a boy."

The midwife sighed, checked under the quilt again, and confirmed that she was no longer bleeding. Then she went out to report to the Xie family.

Sun Xueyi was extremely tired. Perhaps because the bleeding had stopped, the hand that had been held in Chen Qi's palm was no longer so cold.

Chen Qi didn't dare to move, let alone walk. He endured the discomfort in his stomach and continued to hold her hand and hug her to sleep.

Like, holding a sick child.

After an unknown amount of time, the bloody smell in the room finally dissipated a little, and the doctor came in again to take the patient's pulse.

"It was a close call... it was just a little bit off... I can only take care of it slowly... I'll never..."

Chen Qi's ears were buzzing from time to time, and she could not hear clearly what the people around her were saying.

It was not until Xiao Qiaoer had barely made the bed, settled the unconscious Sun Xueyi down, and helped Chen Qi to get up that she felt some real touch.

When she lifted the curtain, Xie Yuduo was still standing outside the door waiting for her, with a layer of snow on his shoulders and between his eyebrows.

"you……"

Chen Qi only had time to say one word before she fell into his arms.