Chapter 465: Never Give Birth Again

If it were any other time, Zhao Wenpo would definitely be unhappy to be questioned like this.

But He Zhiran's situation today was indeed too special. Not to mention that Madam Mo asked this question, she also had to check carefully again and again before she believed that He Zhiran was indeed eight-digit dilated at this time.

Just when Zhao Wenpo was thinking about how to explain, He Ziming spoke.

"Aunt Mo, it's not surprising that Ranran now has eight fingers open."

Madam Mo was even more puzzled.

"Not strange?"

"When I was helping Ranran to correct her pregnancy, I specifically used acupuncture with silver needles and combined it with manipulation to help her clear her birth canal. My goal was to make sure Ranran would suffer less during childbirth." He Ziming tried his best to explain in a way that others could understand.

Except for Zhao Wenpo, everyone present knew He Ziming's identity. Although He Zhiran's current situation was somewhat unbelievable, it was not surprising that someone known as a gynecological expert could do this.

Mrs. He and Mrs. Mo, who had experienced this, showed relief on their faces after hearing this.

The first thing they prioritize is He Zhiran's safety during childbirth, and the second is that they hope she can suffer less.

At the moment, it seems that both of these issues have been resolved with He Ziming's arrival.

Old Madam Mo specifically ordered that today's meals for the Mo family be prepared by her daughters-in-law, and she called Yu'er over to help He Zhiran prepare some delicious food.

He Zhiran's birth canal was unblocked by He Ziming, and the pain came particularly suddenly.

When Lan'er brought in a bowl of plain noodles, which she usually liked to eat, sweat was already on her forehead due to the pain.

Mo Jiuye stayed by his side the whole time. Although his wife didn't make a sound, he could clearly see how much pain she was in at the moment.

Mo Jiuye took the Yangchun noodles from Lan'er and handed it to He Zhiran.

"Ranran, let me feed you, please eat as much as you can."

Although He Zhiran was in unbearable pain at the moment, she knew that it would not be long before she would need the physical strength to give birth, so she had to take more even if it was as medicine.

"Okay, I'll eat it."

After eating half a bowl of noodles, He Zhiran was defeated by a sudden abdominal pain and completely lost the desire to eat.

This time the abdominal pain came suddenly and violently, and she rolled over in bed.

Mo Jiuye was shocked when he saw this and stepped forward to help He Zhiran up.

Just at this moment, Zhao Wenpo came over.

"Laojiu, if you want to leave her alone, let me take a look. The baby should be about to be born."

After hearing what Zhao Wenpo said, Mo Jiuye's outstretched hand paused in mid-air.

"Auntie, I'm leaving it to you."

Mrs. Zhao came to the bedside and saw Mo Jiuye still standing there without moving. She couldn't help but remind him, "Lao Jiu, this is the delivery room. You can go out and wait."

She had been a midwife for half her life, but this was the first time she saw a grown man staying in the delivery room.

There are men who feel sorry for their wives, but everyone knows that the delivery room is a dirty place and it will bring bad luck to men staying there.

Madam Mo and Madam He at the door both heard the midwife driving Mo Jiuye out.

Madam Mo was indifferent to this matter.

If it weren't for He Zhiran, let alone their family reunion, I'm afraid those people wouldn't be alive today.

He Zhiran risked her life to give birth to children for the Mo family, so it was understandable that Mo Jiuye stayed by her side as her husband. It didn't matter whether it was bad luck or not.

The Mohist school was unlucky enough, having been wrongly sentenced to exile to the northwest. They had endured such a misfortune. As for any other misfortunes, they were just a drizzle for the Mohist school.

Mrs. He didn't think too much about it. According to convention, it was indeed not appropriate for Mo Jiuye to stay in the delivery room.

Seeing that her mother-in-law didn't move, she planned to go into the house and pull Mo Jiuye out.

Madam Mo saw what she meant and stopped her, saying, "Don't worry about him, mother-in-law. Ranran suffered so much to give birth to children for him, it's his duty to accompany her."

"This..." Mrs. He hesitated.

From her perspective as a mother, having her son-in-law accompany her daughter during childbirth will make her feel safe, which is definitely not a bad thing.

Since the man's own mother doesn't care, she, as the mother-in-law, naturally won't interfere.

"In that case, I'll go and accompany Ranran."

When Mrs. Mo saw her mother-in-law had gone in, she followed her into the room.

At this time, several sisters-in-law who had finished their work also rushed over. When they heard that the ninth brother's wife was about to give birth, not only did the ninth brother stay in the delivery room, but the two old ladies also followed in. They looked at each other and decided to go and accompany He Zhiran.

Seeing that she couldn't persuade Mo Jiuye to leave, Zhao Wenpo simply let him do what he wanted.

As a result, when she turned around, she found so many people in the room.

She has been a midwife for so many years, but this is the first time she has encountered such a situation.

It would be fine if the man refused to leave, but this... this... this... almost the whole family came in to accompany him...

Mrs. Zhao calmed herself down and said, "I know you all care about Lao Jiu's family. Just leave one person to help."

She felt suffocated by so many people, not to mention the mother herself.

Madam Mo was also aware of this. If her mother-in-law had not come in just now, she would not have followed.

She glanced at the group of daughters-in-law behind her and waved her hand.

"Listen to the midwife and let's go out and wait."

Mrs. He wanted to stay, but seeing that Mrs. Mo had taken the female relatives out, it would be bad if she continued to stay and was chased away by the midwife.

With red eyes, she glanced at her daughter lying on the bed with a painful expression, and reluctantly left with the other women of the Mo family.

He Zhiran also agreed with Zhao Wenpo's approach. With so many people guarding her, especially surrounding her so tightly, she would inexplicably feel suffocated.

The pain she felt now was completely different from what it was at the beginning, and there were some intervals between the pains.

Ever since everyone left, the pain she felt had never stopped.

In order to maintain her strength, she endured it even though she was in so much pain that she wanted to vent.

After living together for a long time, Mo Jiuye naturally understood her every move.

He wiped the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief with concern.

"Ranran, if it hurts, just scream, or you can hit me." Mo Jiuye moved closer to allow He Zhiran to vent.

Although He Zhiran was in excruciating pain, he did not lose his mind.

Seeing Mo Jiuye coming over, she moved back.

Seeing her like this, Mo Jiuye felt so lost that he could only be described as being at a loss.

His eyes were red and he held He Zhiran's hand.

"Ranran, let's just have a baby this once and never again. Watching you suffer makes me feel worse than death."

He really felt sorry for her. His wife was a strong woman, and she couldn't bear the pain. He didn't need to imagine how painful it was.

"I really won't have another child..." He Zhiran said this almost with gritted teeth.

She didn't know how to describe this pain.