Fu Yijing sat across from Lu Jinshu's bed. His voice was icy. "Even if you give birth to an eldest daughter, she'll only be a little illegitimate child. I'll give you face in front of Her Royal Highness, but you should always remember that you can never surpass me. Your child is nothing in front of the legitimate daughters and sons."
Lu Jinshu felt so weak all over that he had no strength at all. What he found most unbearable was the cut on his belly. It hurt so much that he wanted to scream, but his body was too tired and his throat could no longer make a sound.
If Chu Changying were here, he would find that the men here give birth through caesarean section.
Modern caesarean sections require a sterile environment, anesthesiologists, and specialized equipment.
Medical care in this era was rudimentary. While noble families could sterilize scissors with alcohol, commoners lacked such resources and could only use boiling water. Special herbal remedies were used to prevent wound infection, but the risks of surgery were still incredibly high. Three or four out of ten men giving birth would die from the pain or postoperative wound infection. Because the mortality rate among ordinary people was so high, women here often married an average of two husbands in their lifetime.
Of course, the herbs used for production by men of the royal family and nobles were extremely expensive, and the mortality rate would be greatly reduced.
The thin blanket covering Lu Jinshu was removed by the attendant, and Jiufu carefully applied the brown plaster to the hideous wound on Lu Jinshu's belly. The plaster had a pain-relieving effect, and Lu Jinshu's excruciating pain was slightly relieved.
Fu Yijing was about to taunt Lu Jinshu again, but when he saw the wound on his stomach, he swallowed his words back. He had only heard some theoretical knowledge about pregnancy and childbirth from his father, but now seeing Lu Jinshu's pain with his own eyes, he couldn't help but shudder.
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