"Can we give him rice porridge and meat broth?" Xingxing sat down next to Zhu Changge, looking very worried.
Mentioning this, Zhu Changge looked at Zhu Chumo and said, "Fourth Junior Brother, do you have anything that can help the mother produce milk quickly? She just lost her husband and suffered a great shock. I'm afraid she won't have enough milk to feed the baby. The baby can't go without milk in the current situation."
Zhu Chumo glanced at the child, his expression still indifferent, but his eyes softened. He took out a small bottle from his cloth bag and poured out two brown pills.
"Give this to the mother, and she can feed the baby by tomorrow at the latest."
"By the way, did you check on the mother just now? Is she still bleeding?" Zhu Changge was like a mother hen all night, she was really worried sick.
"We gave that person a few acupuncture needles, and the bleeding has stopped. Just boil a basin of hot water and go over to clean her up." Zhu Chumo said this with a completely expressionless face. To be honest, this was the first time he had ever guided someone in delivering a baby; he had never done it before.
I was quite shocked and still feel a bit unwell.
After settling the child's mother, the disfigured woman slowly walked over, solemnly bowed to everyone, and thanked them, saying, "Thanks to everyone's help today, if it weren't for you, Yue'e, the child, and I would probably not have survived."
The woman wasn't exaggerating. If Zhu Chumo hadn't possessed medical skills, if they hadn't prepared medicinal soup for Yue'e, and if the blankets covering her hadn't been so carefully placed on her, she would have died in that situation after giving birth.
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