Chapter 189: Is there any old ginseng?
Su Wanyan's brows furrowed. Why would the man in black so brazenly run to the clinic to get treatment? And even kill someone so brazenly? Was he afraid the news wouldn't get out? Was he afraid no one would know? Or did he have some other motive?
Su Wanyan is more inclined to the latter, and she feels that this is another conspiracy theory set up by the person behind the scenes.
Looking at Ji Xiaohan's expression, he might have guessed the other party's purpose. Their whereabouts here would likely be spread along with the news of the return of Old Man Zhao's son and daughter-in-law. Then it would definitely not be safe for them to stay here until dawn and then leave. However, it would be embarrassing for them to leave quietly after seeing such a critical situation inside.
The only midwife in the village was called in. The old woman had finally succeeded. She came out and gave a series of instructions to her son who was squatting in the house. She scolded him angrily, "You little boy, crying at this time will not solve any problem. Go and boil some water."
Zhao Kangping stood up hurriedly and rushed to the kitchen. There was warm water on the stove and the pot was full, but the firewood was not burning very strongly. He didn't think much about it and just thought that his mother had prepared it when she rested at night.
Basins of bloody water were brought out of the room, and basins of hot water were brought back in. Women's screams could be heard from time to time, which made people feel panic. Su Wanyan had no experience in love, let alone childbirth. It was the first time she witnessed such a scene with her own eyes, and she was a little scared for a moment.
Giving birth is no easy task even in modern times, let alone in ancient times when medical care was underdeveloped. Cases of two lives being lost while one was still alive were common. And once a childbirth accident occurred, the question of whether to save the older child or the younger one was a question that often arose in ancient times when men were valued more than women. In this era when men were valued more than women, there was often no hesitation, and the child would be saved rather than the mother.
"Wanyan, don't be afraid. Your husband will not let you go through such a predicament. Don't be afraid!" As if sensing the little princess's uneasiness, Ji Xiaohan grabbed her hand and squeezed it hard to call back some of her attention.
Su Wanyan nodded without saying anything.
Of course, she would not have such a problem with Ji Xiaohan, because she would never get pregnant with this man's child. Even after making love that night, she secretly took the emergency contraceptive pill, determined not to let her momentary greed become the root cause of death in the future.
They didn't know when the sound of rain outside stopped. They sat in the house with the others and waited for an hour. There was still the same noise inside. The woman's cries of pain were much weaker than before. Such cries of pain would not only hurt her vitality. The midwife's voice kept encouraging the woman in labor, and she kept repeating that she must maintain her strength. When her cries of pain became lighter, someone would feed her to maintain her strength. They were afraid that when the baby was about to come out, she would have no strength left, and then it would be a real disaster.
As the old saying goes, a woman is alive on the seventh month and dead on the eighth month. The mother's belly was exactly eight months, which was dangerous in itself. Add to that the fear and the rush to get home, and the situation became even worse.
Sure enough, after another half an hour, the midwife called out, "Oh no! Yan is running out of energy. Hurry up and find a way to keep her from falling asleep. Do you have any old ginseng? Put a piece in her mouth to keep her alive."
Old Zhao's family is of average financial status, only slightly better off than other families in the village. How could they possibly have such good things?
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