Chapter 87: Induced Labor Wen Zheliu's pupils lost focus, and she couldn't even drag out the sound of pain...

Wen Zheliu's forehead was covered with crystal-clear cold sweat.

The feeling of heaviness and distension worsened, and he had no choice but to spread his legs and let the baby wriggle. When she seemed to be about to hit bottom, he sealed the birth canal with force.

He bent down involuntarily and pinched the fish in his stomach that was about to swim down.

No, I can't do that in front of so many people!

"Uh... Ugh!"

The unspeakable sound, like the rising tide, continuously hit the ears of everyone in the hall. The civil and military officials below listened with their heads down, terrified.

Your Majesty, what's wrong?

Xiaobai saw Wen Zheliu with tears dripping down his head, speechless. He didn't dare to delay any longer and made a quick decision.

"If you have something to report, please report it. If not, please leave the court—"

After all, the ministers were all shrewd people. If they had lowered their heads out of respect and did not notice Wen Zheliu's pale face, they really could not pretend not to hear the low cry that came out of Wen Zheliu's mouth after he had endured it to the extreme.

After hearing Xiaobai's words about the willow being broken, they all knelt down hurriedly, "Farewell, Your Majesty—"

What's the farewell? Can he move now?

Wen Zheliu was so uncomfortable that he couldn't open his eyes.

Not to mention taking a few steps.

He tried his best, using the cushion on the dragon throne to hold the birth canal tightly against the floor, so as to prevent the baby from falling to the ground.

If we stand up, won’t all our efforts be wasted?

But in the past, when the court was dismissed, he would indeed leave first, and then the civil and military officials below would dare to bow and leave.

Fortunately, Helan Yuan was careful and had previously considered the possibility of Wen Zheliu giving birth in the court. Xiaobai also overheard it and was extremely worried. He had to agree with Wen Zheliu that Wen Zheliu was really unable to bear it and could put his fingertips on the earlobe before he felt relieved.

Wen Zheliu thought he was making a fuss at the time, but now he felt that he was making a good point and reluctantly lifted his hand from his belly.

Xiao Bai's heart tightened, and he spoke in a flurry, "Your Majesty, I have received your order. I feel a little unwell and cannot move for the time being. My dear ministers, please do not follow the usual etiquette. Please leave immediately."

The civil and military officials in the court are not blind, nor are they deaf.

When they heard the unusually pale face of Wen Zheliu and the cries of pain that occasionally escaped from his mouth, they refused to look or listen to anything indecent, and immediately bowed and dispersed like the receding tide, following the heads of their respective civil and military officials.

Dugu Qiu and Xiaobai had been guarding Wen Zheliu, but they were a little far away. However, they saw Wen Zheliu's pale face with blood spitting out, and strode forward.

"Your Majesty, you..."

Wen Zheliu wanted to answer, but he was too weak to do so. He just frowned slightly and raised a finger towards Xiaobai.

"Quick, call Helan Imperial Physician!" Xiaobai had previously consulted Helan Yuan about matters related to pregnant men in order to take care of Wen Zheliu. Although he was panicking at the moment, he was not in a panic. He took out a bright yellow cloak and carefully covered Wen Zheliu's knees to cover the blood that seeped through her clothes. "Your Majesty is about to give birth!"

Dugu Qiu was startled, turned around and ran outside, shouting as he ran: "Go and get the Imperial Physician Helan—"

“Ha…ah…it hurts…”

Wen Zheliu leaned forward, completely losing his usual calm demeanor. What remained was a mess, a facade of peace followed by a ferocious attack.

His pupils were dilated and he was mumbling, but it was unclear who he was complaining to.

Xiaobai didn't dare to say anything.

The only people who could make Wen Zheliu cry out in pain were probably He Jiyue and He Dasima. He wasn't the mistress Wen Zheliu was talking about, so it was better for him to keep quiet.

Helan Yuan was not far away and would arrive soon.

She instructed Xiaobai to take off Wen Zheliu's brocade pants so that she could carefully observe the condition of the birth canal. After a moment, she frowned and said nothing.

"Like, uh, how?"

It had been a long time since Helan Yuan had spoken, and Wen Zheliu asked with difficulty, sweating profusely.

Helan Yuan felt Wen Zheliu's pulse again before lowering his head and whispering, "Your Majesty, your amniotic fluid has come out, but your birth canal has just opened. The baby hasn't emerged yet. I'm afraid we'll have to wait a while."

Wen Zheliu spoke incoherently.

"But, um, she's already... uh..."

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. Although your amniotic fluid has broken, the birth canal has only just opened. The baby is large, so you cannot rush into the birth. Please rest for a while and gather your strength."

Helan Yuan glanced at Wen Zheliu, who seemed unwilling to move from the throne, and cautiously advised, "There's an obstruction below the throne, making it difficult to deliver. Your Majesty, I think the most urgent thing is for you to move to the pregnant husband's chair first."

When he heard the willow being picked, he said nothing and just raised his hand.

Xiaobai understood, picked up the dagger, and forcibly moved the dragon throne cushion along Wen Zheliu's body, cutting off a large piece of cotton wool that was hindering production.

"She is the master of this throne. I want to give birth to her in an upright manner. There is no need to move."

Although his words were soft, each one was powerful.

Helan Yuan didn't dare to persuade him anymore.

There are many postures for expectant mothers to give birth, and sitting is the most common one. No matter how noble and sacred the dragon throne is, it is still a chair after all. Although it is not very convenient for Wen Zheliu to give birth on the dragon throne, it is indeed not impossible.

It is normal for a pregnant woman to feel sad and have some little thoughts of her own during pregnancy.

She was just a small imperial physician, so naturally she had to follow Wen Zheliu's orders. Wen Zheliu refused to do so, but could his arm twist stronger than his thigh?

"Yes, I will send someone to call the midwife right away."

Helan Yuan bowed and stepped back.

Men and women should not touch each other, so Dugu Qiu did not want to stay any longer and left with Helan Yuan.

In the empty hall, only Wen Zheliu and Xiaobai were left.

Only after Wen Zheliu let out the pain and depression from his mouth and nose.

This child is not only impatient and does things in a hurry, but also stubborn and cannot be persuaded even by nine oxen.

She was so anxious to come out just now, and was finally coaxed into coming out by his gentle words. But now that he really let her come out, she was unwilling again.

He had to hide in the place where he had stayed for eight months, and no matter how hard he tried, he refused to move.

"Ugh!" It really embarrassed her old father.

Helan Yuan took people to prepare for the birth, and Xiaobai stayed beside Wen Zheliu. He picked up a soft silk handkerchief and gently wiped away the sweat on Wen Zheliu's forehead.

"Your Majesty, does it hurt?" If Xiaobai were a dog, he would definitely let his tail down and mourn for his master.

Wen Zheliu was in so much pain that he was a little unconscious.

For a moment, I didn't care about behaving properly.

He managed to squeeze out two words from his mouth: "Nonsense."

Xiaobai didn't dare to say anything anymore.

Wen Zheliu gritted his teeth and endured the heaviness and swelling, raising his jaw slightly.

"Go and see, how dilated is the birth canal?"

Xiaobai lifted the thin blanket covering Wen Zheliu's belly and observed her for a moment before frowning and replying, "It should be soon... I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I don't understand this."

The pain was sometimes light and sometimes heavy. After Wen Zheliu got over the acute pain, some color returned to his face.

"Call Helan Yuan back to me."

Helan Yuan was summoned back to the palace, followed by a midwife. The two of them politely bowed to Wen Zheliu before stepping forward amid his impatient voice.

"Look, the birth canal is open. How far is it?"

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. I was half a finger lenient than before." Helan Yuan didn't dare to look up.

Just half a finger?

He almost fainted from the pain.

There were traces of bright red at the corners of his eyes. Wen Zheliu was like a fish that had been caught and brought ashore. His gills were fluttering, but he could not receive any breath. He could only look up at the beams of the hall and gasp for breath.

This kind of pain was quite different from the pain in his chest and stomach he had experienced before.

Before, he was in pain and could have just endured it with gritted teeth, but now, he had to distract himself and pay attention to the child. It turned out that the child he carefully cared for was the "culprit".

They all blamed him for being young and frivolous.

She didn't know the danger in getting pregnant with He Jiuyue's child.

She is strong and healthy, so her child naturally has a strong body.

He is frail and sickly, so he needs to work hard in his next life.

When a pregnant man gives birth, his wife usually has to be by his side. Labor is already difficult for him, and without He Jiuyue by his side, he must have been in agony for a while.

But he asked for it.

Who can I blame?

"Your Majesty, take a deep breath!" Helan Yuan whispered in his ear, "It's not time yet. Take it easy and gather your strength."

Not yet?

How long will he wait?!

Furious, Wen Zheliu grabbed the soft pillow under the table and threw it at Helan Yuan.

But he felt uncomfortable all over, so his hands naturally had no strength.

The soft pillow fell onto Helan Yuan with a plop, and then rolled around on the blanket, followed by Wen Zheliu's soft questioning.

"Time, time, now is not the time yet, then, when should I wait?"

"Your Majesty, please forgive me!" Helan Yuan knelt down. "The birth canal is only two fingers dilated. Your fetus is in an abnormal position, and the prince is too big. Giving birth to the prince at this time is really risky!"

"Huh, and, uh, wait, how long?"

The pain became more and more intense. Wen Zheliu grabbed the armrests on both sides of the dragon throne tightly, and even his breathing became uneven.

"I think it will take another two hours." Helan Yuan replied in a trembling voice.

Two hours? Why two more hours?

He can't hold on any longer.

"Give me, uh, labor-inducing medicine."

Wen Zheliu's cheeks and neck were covered in sweat.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that the whole person looked like he had just been pulled out of the water.

Pressured by his huge pregnant belly, he spread his legs and placed them on either side of the cut cushion. His slightly swollen ankles rested on the blanket, trembling slightly.

"Your Majesty!" Helan Yuan raised his head. "That labor-inducing drug will seriously damage your dragon body. Don't use it!"

Wen Zheliu pursed her lips.

"It's fine for me, but is it harmful to the child?"

"This..." Helan Yuan fell silent.

Oxytocics promote the opening of the birth canal, which is beneficial for the birth of the fetus. They are absolutely harmless to the fetus and may even be beneficial. Many fetuses cannot be born because the amniotic fluid has been exhausted and thus die in the womb.

The purpose of using labor-inducing drugs is to save the baby.

However, this medicine is very harmful to pregnant men. Pregnant men who have used labor-inducing drugs will have some sequelae.

It is normal to have back pain when doing heavy work, leg cramps and headaches on rainy days, and even worse, some people may pass away not long after giving birth.

"It's harmless to the fetus. Just give it to me!"

Wen Zheliu gasped for every word he said: "Helan Yuan, you don't even listen to my words?"

Helan Yuan had no choice but to obey and took out the labor-inducing pills from the medicine box. She was about to tell Wen Zheliu to take it step by step, as the medicine was strong. After taking a small bite, Wen Zheliu swallowed the whole pill with force.

The pain exploded like firecrackers.

"Uh, ah!"

It hurts so much.

When he heard Zheliu's pupils lost focus, he couldn't even make a sound of pain for long.

He clutched the soft pillow of the dragon throne, breathing heavily intermittently.

"Child, child..."

Helan Yuan kept an eye on the birth canal: "The birth canal is almost open, Your Majesty, take advantage of this momentum and use some strength!"

"Ugh!" Wen Zheliu gripped the armrests of the dragon throne tightly, veins popping out on the back of his hands, and fine lines appeared between his eyebrows, like a group of snakes coiled together, crisscrossing each other.

"I see the child's head, Your Majesty, push harder!"

Helan Yuan's words echoed in my ears like a death warrant, making me tired.

Wen Zheliu rolled his eyes, revealing a large area of ​​fragile milky white.

it hurts.

He can't do it anymore.