Jiang Qiao arrived home, but before she could even have a sip of hot water, she left with Yu Deshui. Gu Zhengkai sighed beside her, "I used to envy people who knew medicine, but now it seems that no profession is easy. You know, the child just got back, and before you could even catch your breath, she's off to treat patients again."

Ma Liu patted Gu Zhengkai on the shoulder. "Good that you understand. The girl really doesn't agree. Let's go inside and talk. Your father is worried about you two. It's so late, why haven't the two children come back yet? Is everything alright?"

Gu Zhengkai sighed, "Something happened, but it's all in the past now. Fortunately, the children did not fail in their mission. Sixth Uncle, where is my father?"

“Sigh, your stubborn old man insists on staying in his cowshed to feed the cows. Zhixuan, Zhixuan, your younger brother is over there. Go and check on him. Once you’ve finished feeding the cows, have your grandfather come over.”

Gu Zhixuan responded and was about to run when Gu Zhengkai grabbed him, saying, "Let's go together, Uncle Liu. You stay at home, we'll be right back."

Ma Liu resignedly went to the kitchen to prepare. The Gu family members were not good cooks. In his opinion, they could only cook food until it was edible, and it wouldn't kill anyone. Eating the food cooked by Gu Zhixuan and the others was not as good as cooking for himself.

Jiang Qiao and his group went back with Yu Deshui, and took the opportunity to inquire about his wife's situation.

"Twins. The midwife said everything would be fine, but in the end, she couldn't handle it. What am I supposed to do? Forget about the commune's health center. All that's left are the doctors and nurses on duty."

Yu Deshui was also quite frustrated. He was supposed to be quite successful in this area, but when it came to the crucial moment, his success was useless. He couldn't save his wife and children.

Jiang Qiao and his grandson had no idea what was going on. They asked Yu Deshui, but all he knew was that the child couldn't be born; he didn't understand anything else.

Jiang Qiao understood one thing: Yu Deshui hadn't wasted his time all year; at least he'd provided his wife with enough to eat and drink. Ask around, what kind of families could get pregnant these days? Wang Datou was no match for Yu Deshui in that respect.

Upon seeing Yu Deshui's wife, Jiang Qiao and Qiao Jie understood. It must have been quite a hardship for this woman to have given birth to two children.

The midwife was anxious and asked Yu Deshui to find someone to take her to the hospital. How did she end up with these two unreliable people? How old is this old man? Besides, a man like him doesn't care about childbirth. And the young girl is even less capable. What can she do at her age? Is she just here to watch the show?

Jiang Qiao didn't care what the midwife was thinking. What she cared about most was the woman on the bed. She looked like she had been pulled out of the water, exhausted, pale, and barely breathing.

He took her pulse, then went out. "Grandpa Qiao, please brew the medicine now—"

Then he turned to Yu Deshui and said, "Even if you take your wife to the hospital, something will probably happen on the way."

Yu Deshui's eyes widened, clearly shocked by the news. "Jiang Qiao, I beg you, please find a way to save them, mother and children. From now on, I'll do whatever you ask me to do."

Jiang Qiao waved his hand and said, "Stop talking nonsense, fetch water. I need to wash my hands, boil water, and prepare food. Grandpa Qiao, you need to hurry over there, his wife is dying."

After Jiang Qiao washed her hands, she hurried into the house. The woman looked at her, but she was too weak to do anything, yet tears streamed down her face. Jiang Qiao could understand the meaning in her eyes.

"Don't be afraid, we're here. Here, suck on this first, it's a ginseng slice—"

Jiang Qiao stuffed the ginseng slices into the woman's mouth and began to administer acupuncture, while simultaneously monitoring the condition of the baby in her womb.

He glared at the midwife next to him and said, "Don't just stand there, come and help."

The midwife was still a little resentful; why should a little girl be able to boss her around?

Seeing the midwife not moving, Jiang Qiao became anxious. "What are you doing? Hurry up! This is going to be a death sentence! Let me tell you, if the person is alright, that's fine, but if something happens, you'll be held responsible, you understand? Hurry up—"

Even if the midwife was dissatisfied, she could only grumble as she came over to help.

After Jiang Qiao administered the acupuncture, the new mother felt as if her body had been injected with energy. Despite being exhausted, she seemed to have regained her strength.

"Listen to me, don't push too hard. I'll let the child go down little by little. Listen to my instructions before you do it."

Jiang Qiao gently rubbed the pregnant woman's belly. Her hand seemed gentle, but only the pregnant woman could feel that the strength was extraordinary. She endured the pain and dared not struggle at all. Although Jiang Qiao had never delivered a baby, Wang Dahua had talked about it a lot back then. There were some things that the old lady couldn't tell anyone else, so she would talk to Jiang Qiao when she got home, just to vent her emotions.

Besides, she's a doctor, so everything she does is based on the same principles. She's not just randomly touching people's bellies; she's actually massaging acupoints to help the baby descend little by little. She can't push the baby all the way down to the cervix, otherwise it won't come out.

The babies inside the mother's womb seemed to sense the comfort and spiritual energy coming from the outside. The little ones had been holding back for quite a while, and with Jiang Qiao's help from the outside, they had the strength to leave the mother's body again.

"The medicine is here—"

Yu Deshui's mother quickly brought in a bowl of medicine, which Jiang Qiao blew on to cool it down before urging the new mother to drink it.

"Alright, listen to my command, push—"

The midwife caught the baby below, while Jiang Qiao helped push from above. Just when Yu Deshui's patience was about to run out, the first child came out. Hearing the baby's cries from inside the room, Yu Deshui's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

Qiao Jie sighed, "Giving birth is like walking through the gates of hell for a woman. If you encounter a similar situation in the future, remember to go to the hospital in advance and have regular check-ups. Twins are different from a single child. You're a brave young man. Luckily, nothing happened, otherwise, it could have been three lives lost."

"Let me tell you, after your wife gives birth to these two babies, you need to wait three years to allow her body to recover. These two births have already taken a toll on her health. If you want your future children to be healthy, the mother's health is also very important, understand?"

Yu Deshui nodded blankly. "Grandpa, I don't want to have any more children. Two are enough."

Yu Deshui's mother chimed in, "Enough? Two is too few. Other people have several."

Qiao Jie said irritably, "Don't just think about children, you also have to consider the adults. Women are people too. If the soil isn't good, good seedlings can grow. Don't just think about quantity, you should also pursue some quality."

When facing Qiao Jie, Yu Deshui's mother dared not be presumptuous. This old man was a doctor who was famous far and wide. If he hadn't come, she couldn't guarantee what would have happened to her daughter-in-law.