Chapter 118 If Line: If Song Jinhe is Reborn (7)

The news that Zhu Qinghan had a miscarriage and suffered a premature birth soon reached Song Jinhe's ears.

Song Jinhe had already made preparations in advance and immediately rushed to the Su Mansion with He Zhixian and the most experienced midwife in Beijing.

The Su family's housekeeper was shocked when he saw the carriage parked at the door and the well-dressed woman getting out of the carriage.

Now the whole mansion is busy because the lady has a miscarriage and is showing signs of premature birth.

Just as the butler was about to stop these people, a tall and strong man kicked him away.

When Song Jinhe rushed to the courtyard where Zhu Qinghan was, he saw maids bringing out basins of blood from the delivery room.

And that hypocrite Su Chengyi stood in the yard with a pale and gloomy face.

When he saw a group of people breaking into the yard, Su Chengyi came to his senses and was about to start scolding them, but before he could say anything, his mouth was blocked by someone.

Song Jinhe looked at the man with cold eyes, "Tie him up and throw him into the woodshed."

When Su Chengyi heard this, his eyes widened. This was his home, and this woman not only broke in openly, but also blocked his mouth and tied him up!

Is there still law?!

The guards behind him received the order and immediately invited Lord Su, who was tied up and still struggling, to the woodshed.

Song Jinhe gave Jinzhi a look.

Jinzhi immediately walked into the delivery room with three midwives.

In the delivery room, Zhu Qinghan's mind was filled with the cold and piercing words her husband had said not long ago. The pain in her lower body was not as painful as those words.

Song Jinhe's heart tightened slightly as she listened to the cries of pain coming from the delivery room from time to time.

Giving birth for a woman is almost like going through the gates of hell.

He Zhixian also entered the delivery room at this time and gave acupuncture to Zhu Qinghan.

The cries of pain grew fainter as time went on.

Song Jinhe was extremely anxious. She was too impatient. She should have waited until Qinghan gave birth before taking action, but it was the same in her previous life.

Qinghan accidentally heard what Su Chengyi said after giving birth. Her emotions were already extremely unstable after giving birth, and this aggravated her physical weakness.

After spending some time together, Song Jinhe has come to regard Zhu Qinghan as her best friend, not just because the child in her belly is her future daughter-in-law.

He Zhixian looked a little unhappy as he walked out of the delivery room.

Seeing this, Song Jinhe quickly went over to him and asked, "How is it?"

He Zhixian's tone was slightly heavy. "Madam Zhu's pulse is deep, stringy, and slippery right now. Her chest is full and her diaphragm is wheezing. The qi is rushing upwards, and she's disturbed. But now the uterine cavity is blocked, and the baby can't come out. If this continues for a long time, it's very likely... one body, two lives."

Hearing this, Song Jinhe's face turned pale, and without caring too much, she quickly walked into the delivery room.

A strong smell of blood wafted into Song Jinhe's nose, and she quickly walked to the delivery bed.

The woman on the bed had a pale face and was sweating profusely. Her hair at the temples was wet and her eyes were empty, like a walking corpse.

"Qinghan, I wish you a clear cold..."

When Zhu Qinghan heard someone calling her, she turned around and saw the Duke's wife appear. She was also the first good friend she had become close to in all these years since she came to the capital.

"You...why are you here?"

Song Jinhe reached out and grabbed her cold hand, "Qinghan, it's not scary to misjudge someone. What's scary is that you get hurt by someone who is completely unworthy, and you get trapped by someone who is not worthy of love."

When Zhu Qinghan heard the woman's words, tears rolled down her cheeks and her whole body trembled. The pain in her lower abdomen almost suffocated her.

“So disgusting…ah…”

Zhu Qinghan uttered these words tremblingly. Over the years, for such a hypocritical person, she had abandoned her family and hurt her loved ones. Even her best friends stopped visiting her because of her desperate behavior.

What did she get in the end...nothing...

"I have nothing... left..."

Zhu Qinghan recalled the day she left home, her father's extremely disappointed eyes, and her brother and sister-in-law's helpless yet helpless instructions...

"Madam, you can't lose your strength! You can't lose your strength!"

Upon hearing this, Song Jinhe quickly held Zhu Qinghan's hand tightly, "No, you still have a child. She is a very cute and good little girl. Your father misses you day and night. Your brother and sister-in-law are all waiting for you..."

Zhu Qinghan heard a voice in his ear in a trance.

Some clarity has been restored.

"Little...little girl?"

Song Jinhe didn't care too much and held the woman's hand tightly. "Yes, she is a little girl. Her eyebrows and eyes are 50% similar to yours. She has a very sweet smile..."

Zhu Qinghan raised his hand and touched his bulging belly.

A few weak kicks gave her some strength back for a while.

Yes, this child is hers, it’s her child…

She couldn't let herself and her child get hurt because of that heartless man.

Song Jinhe watched the flickering light in the woman's eyes slowly brighten up, and a look of joy appeared on his face.

At this time, He Zhixian brought the boiled medicine and asked the maid to give it to Madam Zhu.

From day to night, finally, a clear cry was heard in the yard.

"It's born, it's a little girl!"

The midwife quickly cleaned the newborn baby and wrapped it in swaddling clothes.

He Zhixian immediately gave the person an acupuncture injection and fed him medicine.

He thought that he could switch to being a midwife later.

Song Jinhe was in the outer room. When she heard the midwife's words, she hurried into the inner room and saw Doctor He still giving acupuncture to Qinghan. She looked at the child in the midwife's arms and reached out to take it.

The skin of a newborn baby is wrinkled and a little red, which is not good-looking, and the crying sound is like that of a kitten.

But Song Jinhe just thought that she was cute in every way.

At this time, Zhu Qinghan had wiped off the dirt on his body, changed his clothes simply, and moved to a clean bed.

Hearing the faint cry, he opened his eyes with difficulty.

Song Jinhe noticed it and immediately picked up the child and placed him carefully next to her.

The child who had been crying non-stop suddenly quieted down when he leaned against his mother.

Zhu Qinghan looked at his daughter in front of him and felt an indescribable joy in his heart.

Song Jinhe watched the interaction between mother and daughter, and the smile in her eyes grew wider.

Zhu Qinghan, with pale cheeks, leaned closer to take a closer look at his daughter, then frowned.

"Why do I feel..."

Song Jinhe was puzzled, walked forward, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Zhu Qinghan pursed his cracked lips and spoke with some difficulty, "She seems a bit ugly..."

When these words came out, Song Jinhe was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help laughing out loud.

The little boy who was disliked by his mother seemed to have noticed it, and immediately burst into tears as soon as he calmed down.

She cried like a kitten, looking so pitiful.

Song Jinhe stepped forward, picked up the pitifully crying kid, and held him in his arms, coaxing him gently.

"You're not ugly, you're the most beautiful and lovely child."

Zhu Qinghan watched the woman coaxing the child, with a faint smile in his eyes, "Ah He, can you help me choose a name for her?"

Song Jinhe paused to coax the child after hearing Qinghan's words, but seeing her extremely serious expression and then looking at the little cub who had calmed down and was sleeping soundly in the cradle, she smiled and said, "Then call her... Yunfu, Zhu Yunfu."

When Zhu Qinghan heard this name, he felt a little sad for some reason.

Yes, the surname must be Zhu.

This is her child, Zhu Qinghan, and should have the surname Zhu.

"What a nice name, Yun Fu... Yun Fu... Fu Fu..."

As she shouted, tears began to flow from the corners of the woman's eyes again.

Song Jinhe walked over, took out an embroidered handkerchief, and wiped the tears from the woman's eyes. "Don't cry after giving birth. The most important thing for you now is to take good care of yourself so that you can have the strength to face what comes next."

When Zhu Qinghan heard this, his eyes turned cold.

"Ah He, I want to ask you a favor."