The autumn wind outside blew up a few fallen leaves, and occasionally a breeze squeezed in through the window of the delivery room.
There was a slight chill, mixed with the cold sweat on his forehead.
"My Lord, please wait outside. Madam's delivery went smoothly, and both mother and child will be safe."
The maid advised respectfully.
Upon hearing this, Shen Yuhan nodded reluctantly, but still couldn't hide his inner anxiety.
He suppressed his worries and kept his eyes fixed on the door, as if hoping to see what was going on inside through the wooden door.
He paced back and forth outside the door, feeling extremely anxious.
As a general who has fought on the battlefield for many years, he has always been known for his calmness and self-control.
But at this moment, it seemed as if all his calmness had left him.
Hearing Fang Qingyue's occasionally suppressed moans of pain coming from the room, Shen Yuhan's heart felt like it was pierced by a sharp blade, and every sound touched the nerves in his heart.
"This is harder than going to the battlefield."
As he thought about it, he clenched his fists tightly.
The servants around him also noticed his uneasiness. Although no one dared to speak, everyone's face was tense.
At this moment, the door suddenly opened a crack.
The midwife came out with an anxious look on her face, and Shen Yuhan immediately rushed forward upon seeing this.
His voice was trembling with nervousness: "What happened? Qingyue... How is Qingyue?!"
The midwife looked troubled and solemn as she said softly, "My Lord, the Madam is not in good condition..."
"Her health was already weak, and she has been exhausted mentally and physically over the past few months."
"I can't exert any strength during childbirth. The situation... I'm afraid it's not good."
Shen Yuhan's face turned pale instantly, and the anxiety in his eyes turned into a faint anger: "What do you mean by bad?"
"Didn't you say the birth would go smoothly?!"
The midwife trembled with fear, lowered her head, and explained: "Madam did make a lot of preparations in advance."
"But now that she's at the point of giving birth, she's running out of energy."
"If this continues, I'm afraid... I'm afraid both mother and child will be in danger..."
These words hit Shen Yuhan like a bolt from the blue. His chest heaved violently, and anger almost spread throughout his body in an instant.
He stared at the midwife closely and said in a low voice: "What did you say?!"
The midwife was so frightened that she trembled all over and knelt down hurriedly: "My Lord, please forgive me. My wife is very weak."
"Giving birth is indeed difficult. I will do my best, but... but really..."
“I don’t care how hard the process is!”
Shen Yuhan roared, his face no longer as calm as before.
Like a tiger: "If anything happens to mother and child, I will hold you accountable!"
He glared at the midwife fiercely, with a cold glint in his eyes, like the fierce look he would have when facing the enemy on the battlefield.
The midwife was so frightened that she kowtowed immediately: "My Lord, please calm down! I will do my utmost to save the life of the lady and the child!"
Shen Yuhan barely suppressed his anger and said coldly: "Go in quickly! Do your best to save her!"
"If anything happens to her, I will never forgive you!"
He spoke each word with a threatening tone.
The midwife nodded repeatedly and retreated back to the delivery room tremblingly.
As the door closed again, Shen Yuhan seemed to have lost the strength to support himself.
Holding the door frame with both hands, I stared at the wooden door, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness in my heart.
Fang Qingyue's figure appeared in his mind.
"Qingyue..." He murmured softly, his heart full of pain.
Fang Qingyue's painful groans could be heard intermittently from inside the room. His fists were clenched tightly and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
The servants did not dare to breathe loudly and just waited with bated breath.
Shen Yuhan could no longer bear this anxious wait, and he immediately ordered: "Go and call the imperial physicians from the palace. No matter what method you use, they must come immediately!"
Upon seeing this, the servants immediately rushed away, and the entire mansion suddenly fell into a tense atmosphere.
Everyone knew that Fang Qingyue's life and death was at stake at this moment, and no one dared to slack off in the slightest.
At the same time, the atmosphere in the delivery room became more tense.
The midwife and several maids were already sweating all over. They kept wiping Fang Qingyue's sweat and comforting her softly.
However, Fang Qingyue's face became paler and paler, and the cold sweat on his forehead became more and more dense.
His lips were cracked and pale, and he was obviously exhausted.
Her eyes were tightly closed and she was breathing heavily, each breath seeming to take up all her strength.
The midwife kept whispering, "Madam, you have to push harder. The baby is almost out. You can't stop!"
However, Fang Qingyue had exhausted all her strength and could no longer respond. She could only moan weakly.
Shen Yuhan, who was outside, listened to these voices, and the anxiety in his heart pressed down like a mountain.
His fingers had sunk into the flesh of his palm, and blood was slowly seeping out.
But he was unconscious and just stared at the door, which was the only barrier separating him and Fang Qingyue.
Finally, the imperial physician hurried to the Shen residence.
The leader was an elderly imperial physician with a heavy medicine box in his hands, and several assistants followed behind him.
As soon as Shen Yuhan saw the imperial physician, he rushed forward.
Grabbing his arm, he anxiously asked, "Doctor, hurry!"
"My wife is in a bad condition, you must save her!"
Although the imperial physician was over sixty years old, he was still worried when he saw Shen Yuhan was so anxious.
He did not dare to neglect it and nodded immediately: "Don't worry, my lord. I will do my best to treat the lady."
He immediately entered the delivery room with his assistants, and the midwives and maids made way for him.
The imperial physician skillfully examined Fang Qingyue's condition, but his expression gradually became serious.
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