Song Yun's belly was getting bigger day by day. On the day of her delivery, they all went to the accountant's house. The midwife and the accountant's wife had already entered the house to accompany Song Yun during the delivery.
Wang Shunli and Accountant Wang stood in the yard, unable to sit still. Meng Zhiyu and others also stood there, running to the window from time to time to ask about the situation.
To be on the safe side, Meng Zhiyu prepared herbs and silver needles early on. As soon as she found something wrong, she would go in and give them acupuncture.
She was a little dissatisfied with this and asked the anxious Wang Shunli, "Why don't you go to the hospital to give birth?"
As early as when Song Yun was about to give birth, when they came to see her at home, she suggested that it would be safer to give birth in the hospital.
Song Yun said at the time that she would discuss it with her husband and others, and Meng Zhiyu did not ask about the result afterwards. Today was the day they came to visit Song Yun, but they did not expect that Song Yun would be in premature labor.
Wang Shunli stuttered a little as he spoke, "We consulted a midwife, and she said there would be no problem giving birth at home."
Meng Zhiyu simply didn't want to pay any attention to him. Giving birth is a gamble for women. Although the pregnant woman looked good, no one could guarantee that the delivery process would be smooth and safe.
Li Tingman had given birth before, and natural childbirth was very dangerous. In her previous life, when she gave birth to a son in the hospital, she saw with her own eyes that a healthy woman suddenly suffered from unexpected heavy bleeding during a normal delivery.
But now that the baby is born, there is no point in saying anything more. I can only hope that everything goes well.
Time passed little by little, and Song Yun's cries of pain could be heard from the room from time to time.
It was around eight in the morning when they arrived. The sun was getting bigger, but the summer sun was still as scorching as ever. Several people hid in the shade in the yard.
As the cries of pain from inside the house became more frequent and louder, the people outside became more and more worried and waited on tenterhooks.
Lunch time passed early and no one offered to cook.
I don’t know how long it took, so long that the sun was setting. With a sharp scream in the room, the child was finally born.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps because she had been standing for too long, Meng Zhiyu's legs and feet felt a little stiff and sore. She held Zhou Songbai's arm and walked back and forth a few times to loosen up her joints.
After the room was cleaned up, Meng Zhiyu and the other two girls walked in and checked on Song Yun who was already asleep. Meng Zhiyu also took her pulse and lifted the thin sheet covering her to look underneath.
Grandma Wang carefully held her grandson and whispered, "Zhiyu, how are you?"
"The bleeding is a bit heavy." Meng Zhiyu took out a silver needle and gave Song Yun acupuncture.
Li Tingman glanced at the pale Song Yun and asked worriedly, "Is it serious? Do you want to go to the hospital?"
After Meng Zhiyu had inserted all the needles, she explained, "She's doing okay now. She just gave birth and can't move around. I'll make some medicine for her later."
Mrs. Wang breathed a sigh of relief, "It's good that everything is fine."
Li Qingqing said quickly, "This doesn't look like everything is fine."
Li Tingman also frowned, "Aunt, it's not that I'm fine, it's just that I'm fine now. These two days are the dangerous period. Aunt is an experienced person, so I need you to take more care of me."
Mrs. Wang was a little embarrassed, so Meng Zhiyu spoke up, "Auntie, the child needs your care. Ask Brother Wang to go to the county town to buy some pig's trotters or carp so that he can be fed with milk."
Mrs. Wang nodded repeatedly to show that she had no objection.
Li Tingman took the child from her arms and asked her to take care of things outside. Seeing that Li Tingman could really hold the child and that Zhiyu, a medical practitioner, was there, Wang Po felt relieved and left the house.
As soon as she left, Li Qingqing muttered, "Sister Song Yun is still bleeding, and she still needs to feed the child?"
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