Xie Yulin was directly delivering for his own woman, and he didn't shy away from it, but when Wang Qiaoshou came, he could only hide out, and now he was hiding behind the screen, but his heart was always remembering the progress on the kang: "Yes, I'm also strange, according to my experience in practicing medicine for many years, her pulse has been normal before childbirth, but when I was in labor, I found that the pulse phase suddenly weakened, and I had already boiled ginseng soup to hang her strength." But her abdomen is dry and waterless, and I'm afraid that this delivery will be very difficult—"

"I'll try again. ”

Wang Qiao's hands got up.

The two sleeves that had been pulled down were pulled up high again, and two fat and small hands pressed, pressed, kneaded, rubbed, rolled, and pushed on the high bulging abdomen...... While moving, while trying to recall the scene of Liu Dingmao's ninth aunt giving birth in his mind, that little figure did the same, she was so calm, so heavy, a pair of thin little hands turned over like a trick, and finally saved a pair of mother and son who had a difficult birth.

"If only she were here—maybe she could—"

This thought came out of his mind, startling Wang Qiao's hand, "What's wrong with me? Why do you suddenly think of her? If she still stays in Lingzhou Mansion, then the person who is now called Xianshou is her, there is nothing to do with me, she is the one who is invited to deliver the baby everywhere, and the one who earns a lot of money is the one who is not as good as her--I use the midwifery technique that I have been figuring out for decades, it has nothing to do with her, I don't have to miss that little woman-"

Wang Qiao's palms turned around and thought about his thoughts, and his subordinates kept tossing this lazy and soft noodle-like body back and forth several times, and the mother seemed weaker and weaker, and she was simply dragging it leisurely with only one breath left.

There was still no sign of production, only a thin stream of blood oozing out of the lower body.

Wang Qiao's dexterous little hand continued to reach in and pull out, bringing out handfuls of black blood, her hand had already crossed the birth canal, directly into it, and could touch a hole in it, and she could also touch the child's head inside, but she couldn't grasp the head, and the head never moved down, just stuck like that.

If it continues to be consumed like this, when the remaining strength of the mother is exhausted, it will definitely be the death of both mother and child.

Wang Qiao wiped the sweat on his forehead with his hand, and at the same time, there was black blood paste to ≮↑dǐng≮↑diǎn≮↑ small ≮↑ said, .△.↙os_ (); face.

The woman's mouth on the pillow was like a thirsty and dying fish, opening and closing dumbly, not knowing what to say.

"My little aunt, you have to cooperate with me, hard—like—down here—" Wang Qiao's hand dragged his crying voice and pleaded.

The woman on the pillow smiled bitterly, her beautiful and blood-lost face was like a withered flower, she smiled miserably, shook her head, what were you talking about, where was Wang Qiaoshou in the mood to listen, continued to pound her lower body, continued to rub her stomach, only there was still a breath to drag, she had to toss, she had to try her best to pull the child down.

In the warm room, there was silence, and the mother was no longer moaning and crying, only Wang Qiao's hoarse voice was shouting and screaming hoarsely.

But the mother's reaction was gone, and she lay quietly, as silent as a dead person.

Wang Qiao wiped the sweat on her face, sweat mixed with tears, she was unwilling, let her fail like this, she was unwilling, she was now a famous fairy hand in Lingzhou Mansion, could it be that a fairy hand failed so quickly, this spread was very damaging to her reputation.

In the panic, she could no longer keep her composure, forgetting this set of midwifery techniques she learned from the little child's adopted daughter-in-law, she completely used her past set of local methods to start tossing, tore off the white cloth wrapped around her hands, stuffed it in and touched it again and again with her bare hands, trying to grab the round head and pull it out, but grabbed out a handful of blood clots, there seemed to be soft flesh pieces, she didn't know what it was, she didn't bother to see where it was torn, anyway, the woman on the pillow had no strength to cry, even if she put that down* Her body was torn apart, and she didn't have the strength to cry.

"Master, I'm afraid the little lady can't do it, look at this pale face-" Suddenly a mother-in-law was crying.

Xie Yulin couldn't care about anything else, pushed open the screen and rushed in, sitting on the ground to check the pulse.

This may be the longest pulse Xie Yulin has used in his medical career, and he quietly pressed the little wrist, motionless, petrified and silent.

Wang Qiao's hands are still tossing endlessly.

"Dumb aunt, little dumb aunt, if only you were in Lingzhou Mansion-" Xie Yulin muttered.

Wang Qiao's hands trembled when he heard this, and suddenly his hands were so soft that he could no longer enter the birth canal.

Xie Yulin staggered to his feet, his long body seemed to lose more than ten pounds of flesh at this moment, and he stood there lightly looking at the face of the person on the pillow, for a long time, he suddenly sighed, stretched out his big hand to close his eyes for the little lady, and muttered in his mouth: "You go, take the child away, I did my best—I did too much evil, it was God who punished me, punished me in this way——"

The maids and daughters-in-law suddenly knelt down on the ground in unison, and their cries suddenly rang out.

Wang Qiaoshou was unwilling, and turned his eyelids with his bloody hands, and in the depths of the pair of delicate and good-looking pupils, the luster had all dissipated, and this very young woman really died like this.

Died in childbirth.

In Wang Qiaoshou's midwifery career, it is too common for women to die in childbirth, not to mention young women who are young and firstborn like this, even those middle-aged women who have given birth to many births, it is common for them to die in childbirth, so she has long practiced to be strange, but today she doesn't know what happened to her, looking at this young body with a high belly when she died, her heart suddenly empty, full of unprecedented loss.

"If she were here, would it be the same ending?"

She suddenly asked herself in her heart.

Then he shook his head with some annoyance, what a hell, why did he think of that little woman like Xie Yulin?

Even if she is here, she is not a living immortal, can she really have the ability to rejuvenate herself? Besides, now that people are dead, what's the use of thinking about this? Let's go quickly.

Wang Qiaoshou didn't dare to continue to ask for the delivery fee, and quietly left with her own baggage, she had already walked out of the gate of Xie's house, and her ears still recalled Xie Yulin's heart-wrenching self-reproach: I did a sin - I suffered retribution -

Mr. Xie is just a doctor, who has spent his life treating diseases and saving people, saving lives and helping the wounded, why does he say that he has suffered retribution? and why does he say that it is the result of his own iniquity?

Could it be that this notoriously good doctor has done something bad with a bad conscience?

Alas, what do you want to do with this? It has nothing to do with you, all you need to do is to go back and carefully think about the process of today's delivery, why did this woman die of dystocia?

Also, this time the matter of one corpse and two lives will definitely spread out, and it will definitely damage your reputation, so you have to try your best to find a way to redeem it, and those who do this business want to continue to make a lot of money, relying on a good reputation that is passed on by word of mouth. (To be continued.) )