"Amitabha.
Xuanlang, allow me to be willful once more."
Unlike the time in the palace, the environment here was simple and noisy.
Sheng Xiyan sat in the chair performing the surgery, her legs shaking from nervousness and fatigue.
Hua Xia and Mei Xiang each held one of her legs. Their eyes were red, but they didn't dare to cry out loud.
Judge Wang was handing over tools, his hands shaking a little.
"Don't panic."
Sheng Xiyan kept reminding herself to bite her tongue to stay awake.
The hand holding the scalpel was as steady as holding incense before the Buddha, but the cold sweat on the forehead soaked the broken hair.
"Scorch the hilt for another three breaths."
As the blade cut through the purple belly, the sound of nuns chanting could be heard outside.
The Medicine Master Sutra penetrated the wind and sand, causing ripples to appear in the hemp soup in the medicine bottle.
Wow--
When the cries broke through the dim sky, cheers broke out from the crowd of refugees.
It seems like I see hope after the epidemic disappears.
"It's a boy!" The old lady picked up the purple-faced baby.
Sheng Xiyan stared at the woman's dilated pupils and said, "Touch the baby."
The mother's cold hands touched the wrinkled little face.
Sheng Xiyan encouraged: "Listen, he is calling for mother."
A light suddenly flashed in the dying man's eyes, and he struggled to hum a tune to comfort a child.
Sheng Xiyan took the opportunity to sew up the wound... The dying man was dragged back to the world by the new life.
At this moment, a smile appeared on the pale face under the gauze hat.
After Sheng Xiyan finished the last stitch, her eyes went dark and she passed out.
Hua Xia and Mei Xiang exclaimed, "Madam! Madam!"
Upon hearing the sound, Daci rushed into the shed, picked up Sheng Xiyan, and ran towards the tile courtyard at a rapid speed.
The refugees made way for her, and someone prayed softly, "Buddha bless Madam Sheng, please be safe..."
The wind and sand are still raging, but outside the Hanyu Temple, the fire of hope is ignited by the arrival of a new life.
The refugees gathered together and whispered, "When the epidemic is over, we will all start over like this child..."
In the tile courtyard, Sheng Xiyan lay quietly on the bed, her hand gently resting on her lower abdomen. Her face was pale, but she had a peaceful smile.
She was wearing the sable fur cloak that Xuan Ling had sent her this morning, which smelled of agarwood, as if it was comforting her and the baby in her belly.
In a trance, she heard Xuan Ling praising her in her ear: "Baby, you are awesome..."
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