When Lan Xiuhe was awakened by the severe pain, her hand touched her stomach before she fully regained consciousness.
"Child...child..."
Gu Zuozuo stuffed a low-level blood-recovery pill she made herself into her mouth, and used her slender fingertips to touch her throat to help her swallow it.
"Sister-in-law, you are in danger now. You need to give birth to the baby in your belly. It will be very painful, very painful. Can you bear it?"
The baby has already become a dead fetus and there is no way to squeeze it out by yourself. You have to massage the belly to force the baby out, but the mother has to endure pain that is several times more than a normal childbirth!
Lan Xiuhe held Gu Zuozuo's arm tightly, her pale and somewhat bluish face full of pleading determination.
"Help my child, I am not afraid of pain... Please..."
Gu Zuozuo pursed her lips, a look of regret flashed in her eyes, and she turned around and started to get busy.
The people who were whispering outside suddenly heard a shrill scream, and were so scared that they broke out in a cold sweat.
Lan Xiuhe had never felt that giving birth could be so painful. She had given birth to two daughters before, but neither of them was as painful as it was now.
Her lower body felt as if it had been split open by a knife, and her stomach felt like it was being scraped and chiseled by an axe. Lan Xiuhe's hands, covered in chilblains and deformed, clenched the patched sheets beneath her, her veins bulging and her joints turning white.
Gu Zuo's hands skillfully pressed back and forth on her bulging belly without any mercy, which made the other aunties and sisters who were helping her grin.
Ma Quan, standing at the head of the bed, looked at his miserable daughter-in-law on the bed with bloodshot eyes. He thought he was useless and he could not protect his wife and children!
"I see the end!"
Aunt Li exclaimed and hurried forward to help.
Not long after, with an even more miserable wail, a baby covered in bruises was delivered.
"Child...child, why...isn't he crying?"
Lan Xiuhe lost all her strength and even her consciousness became blurred.
"Hurry! Gu Zhiqing! Xiuhe is bleeding profusely!"
Gu Zuozuo was not at all panicked. He pressed with his left hand to help expel the lochia, and used his right hand to give acupuncture to quickly stop the heavy bleeding from getting worse.
"It's a boy."
Aunt Li glanced at the grown baby in her arms, and a look of pain flashed across her eyes.
Bang!
There was a sound of someone falling to the ground. Everyone looked over and saw that Ma Quan had already fallen straight down with a dark face.
Gu Zuozuo sighed. Here comes another troublemaker. His psychological endurance is really poor. If he had known this would happen, why didn’t he stand up to protect his wife and daughter?
She had just rescued Lan Xiuhe and had to give Ma Quan, who was lying on the ground, a few injections to make him wake up and see the consequences of his inaction.
Lan Xiuhe had already recovered from the shock. Looking at the motionless little package in Aunt Li's arms, she felt a premonition in her heart and her heart ached.
"Gu Zhiqing, can he still be saved? He can still be saved, right? Can you save him? Please! Save him! I'll work like a slave for you!"
Lan Xiuhe wanted to get up and kowtow to her, but found that she had no strength at all. She was so desperate that she almost fainted.
Gu Zuozuo took the child, looked at the baby who had already stiffened and had a purple face, and shook his head.
"He died in your belly five days ago. You should have been able to feel it. Did you hit your belly that day? The external force caused the placenta to detach, stopping the blood and oxygen supply to the baby in your belly. He must have struggled in your belly for a long time."
Lan Xiuhe was stunned for a long time, then she remembered that her sister-in-law had returned to her parents' home that day. Because it was too cold, she was afraid that her feet would be frostbitten, so she asked her to make hot water for her to soak her feet. As a result, the water was too hot and she kicked her in the stomach while she was squatting on the ground adjusting the water temperature for her.
She just felt a little pain at the time and thought it was okay. But at night, the baby started to tumble in her stomach. She thought...she thought...she thought it was just because she hadn't eaten all day and the baby was too hungry, so it tumbled so violently. Turns out...turns out it was her baby asking for help?
The cruel truth dealt a great blow to Lan Xiuhe, who rolled her eyes and fell straight under the kang.
"Xiuhe!"
"Sister-in-law Xiuhe!"
Ma Quan rushed forward and hugged Lan Xiuhe, his expression terrified and sad. The usually taciturn man was now irritated and a gurgling sound kept coming out of his throat. Regret almost suffocated him.
Lan Xiuhe, who was awakened again by the silver needle, climbed up from Ma Quan's arms tremblingly, reaching out to hold the child who had been in her belly for eight months, her expression already a little crazy.
Aunt Li couldn't bear it and turned away, her eyes were red. She also had a son who died at birth. He was the last gift her husband left her, but she was useless and couldn't keep him. He only had time to see this world once before he was gone.
Lan Xiuhe hugged the little ball tightly in her arms, and big tears fell down.
The child in the package was not good-looking, even a little scary, with his arms and legs tightly huddled together, his eyes closed, his whole body was blue and purple to black, and the fetal blood was still coagulated in his tiny body.
Lan Xiuhe was so heartbroken that she could hardly breathe. She touched the stiff baby in her arms over and over again. In the end, she could no longer cry. She held the child with her mouth open and wailed silently. Despair slowly appeared on her frostbitten face.
Seeing her appearance, everyone in the room had red eyes. Ma Quan slapped himself in the face again and again. His heart ached with regret, and the grown man burst into tears.
Some people will never understand what a boy symbolizes in the countryside.
No matter whether the family is rich or poor, even if they can't afford to eat, as long as there is a son in the next generation of the family, the man in charge will be able to stand up straight, and the woman will be able to walk with her head held high.
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