The old doctor and a chubby mother-in-law in dark navy blue clothes wiped the sweat on their faces, and after asking Mrs. Hou for peace, they were guided into the small pavilion by Meilian to clean up Zhu Rong who was lying on the ground. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

At this time, many maids and wives came one after another, all holding quilts and some jujube red long cloths, Qian Yuning hurriedly led them to the pavilion to cushion Zhu Rong under him, and asked them to surround the pavilion with red cloth.

After a while, the doctor came out and said to Mrs. Hou: "Mrs. Hou, this lady in your mansion has lost too much blood and is in a very critical condition, but the fetus in her womb is already six months old and almost seven months old. ”

"This? Doctor, are you saying that you can only keep one? Mrs. Hou asked.

"Yes, madam, if there is not so much blood, it is better to say, now the pregnant woman has a heavy hemorrhage, the situation looks very critical, please make a decision quickly, if it is a little later for a while, I am afraid that I will not be able to save even one." He paused, and then said, "Please ask Mrs. Hou to go down and ask them to boil some old ginseng chicken soup, and boil some more hot water." ”

Hearing what the doctor said, Mrs. Hou Ye waved her hand to Meilian beside her, Meilian went down to tell the kitchen, and she herself began to get anxious, she paced back and forth outside the pavilion, pacing back and forth, twisting a handkerchief embroidered with peonies in her hand, her expression was solemn, and she fell into thought. Everyone held their breath at this moment, and stood quietly aside, like a plum blossom in the plum forest, except for the sound of the wind blowing, and the surroundings fell into silence.

Finally, Mrs. Hou made up her mind and said to the doctor, "Doctor, protect the child." ”

The doctor was ordered to go in, probably the doctor used a needle, Zhu Rong's voice of pain and moaning gradually lowered, and after a while, the hot water came, and the maids brought it into the pavilion one after another, and another basin of blood water came out, which was shocking, and a strong smell of blood wafted in the air, which made people's mood more and more tense, and the scene was full of tense atmosphere.

"Ahh …?” Suddenly, Zhu Rong screamed loudly, Mrs. Hou couldn't hold back any longer, and rushed in first, Qian Yuning, Chunjuan, and Lin Wanzhen glanced at each other a few times, and also followed in.

When I went in, it turned out that after Zhu Rong used oxytocic drugs, the child still couldn't be born, and the doctor was directing on the side, while observing Zhu Rong's condition at any time, probing her snort from time to time, saying a few words to her, giving her a pulse or something, and asking about the situation of Wen Po.

Wen Po was squatting under Zhu Rong, moving, sweating profusely, the maid beside her kept watching to wipe her sweat, the small pavilion was filled with a strong smell of blood, everything in front of her was shocking, and it was terrifying. Qian Yuning and the others couldn't help but be moved, and their faces turned white, and now the only one who was calm was Mrs. Hou, she stood at the front and looked at Zhu Rong, who was lying on the bed, and now she only knew that she was moaning slightly, like a fish out of water, and a layer of fine sweat slowly soaked out of her forehead.

Wen Po shouted to Zhu Rong with a sharp voice: "Madam, Madam, work harder, come, breathe, follow me, come, breathe, come again, I see the child's head, really, again, again." ”

Zhu Rong seemed to hear her, she once again tried to open her tired eyes, looked at Wen Po, and began to slowly take a deep breath with Wen Po's gestures and facial expressions.

"Okay, ma'am, start now, hard, I see the child's head, quick, hard, inhale, exhale, exhale, force, yes, yes, that's all, ma'am, well done, come again."

That's it, it still doesn't work, Zhu Rong fainted again, Wen Po stood up, wiped her sweat and said to Mrs. Hou in fear: "Old lady, there is no way, it seems that you have to move the scissors." The moving scissors she said were used to cut the birth canal of the lower part of the mother's genital part with a special pair of large scissors when the child could not be born, so as to forcibly pull the child out. This is the last trick, there is no way to do it, generally not used, now seeing that adults are not good, if you don't move the scissors, I'm afraid that if you delay for a while, even the child in the belly will suffocate to death.

This time, Mrs. Hou didn't think much about it, she quickly agreed, but she called the doctor out first, and then she took Qian Yuning and a few people out, and now only Wen Po and four helpers were left in the pavilion.

Everyone waited anxiously outside the pavilion, and Zhu Rong's terrible screams came from inside, this time, the hairs on everyone's bodies stood up, because this cry was too terrifying, like a beast like a terrifying horror, like a terrifying horror like a ghost, this is the last struggle that a dying person can make, the surroundings are quiet, it is too quiet, everyone's face has changed, it is by no means some good-looking color, unbearable, fear, fear, this emotion forms a strong air pressure, I'm going to drive people crazy.

Finally, after half an hour, Zhu Rong stopped screaming miserably, followed by a burst of intermittent and thin baby crying, although weak, but indeed the voice of a little baby. Everyone listened to all this with bated breath, watching all these changes, Mrs. Hou's breathing also became rapid, as if she was relaxed, and seemed to be more nervous than just now. At this time, Wen Po came out, her face was full of blood, and her arms were even more red, she ran out in a panic, holding a newborn baby wrapped in silk cloth and a small quilt in her arms, she walked over quickly, knelt at the feet of Mrs. Hou, and reported to her the situation inside, her body was trembling, and her voice was also trembling: "Yu, Mrs. Hou, gave birth, Mrs. Hou gave birth, it was a little son." She knelt on the ground, raised her hands high, and in the big red silk cloth lay a white and tender little baby, who had not yet opened his eyes, but was sad like a cat with his eyes closed and shaking his head from side to side, as if he was not very comfortable.

Mrs. Hou Ye stretched out her hand and hugged him, looked at him carefully for a while, and then instructed Meilian beside her: "Meilian, reward, take Wenpo and the doctor out." Then she turned her head and instructed the wooden butler who had been here for a while: "Wooden butler, you can call a few mothers-in-law to go in and clean up, and send all the subordinates of the Dawn Pavilion back to the Dawn Pavilion and be imprisoned." ”

After saying this, she turned her head to Qian Yuning, Chunjuan and Lin Wanzhen and said, "The three of you also go back to your own courtyard, and you are not allowed to go out of the courtyard without my order." ”

Everyone listened to Mrs. Hou's instructions, and they didn't dare to slack off, and they did it one by one, Qian Yuning and the others glanced at each other, although they really wanted to know what was going on in the small pavilion, but now they had to go, and now that there was such an incident, Mrs. Hou started a fire, it was not a joke. So, several people had no choice but to salute Mrs. Hou one by one, and then left the plum garden obediently, and each went back to his own yard.

Seeing that everyone was gone, Mrs. Hou calmly instructed the other grandmother beside her, and said, "Mama Cheng, you go, take someone to detain Mama Xu and her son Zhan Shi in the backyard of Yonghe Courtyard, wait a while, I will interrogate me personally, understand?" ”

"Yes, old lady." Mama Cheng used to only serve Mrs. Hou in the Yonghe Courtyard and dressed in the room, and was rarely taken by Mrs. Hou to appear in front of people, this time, there was no one around Mrs. Hou, and she finally stood at the front desk.

Mrs. Hou finished everything, at this time, the sky was full of snow, and the little baby in her arms began to cry in pieces, his cry was very light and thin, like a cat, which made people feel particularly distressed, she put her hand around the baby's swaddling clothes, and a trace of sadness rose in her heart. The poor child, just born, the mother is gone, she looked around, the snow gradually fell heavier, layer by layer, faintly covered the plum garden just now like plum blossoms everywhere bits of blood, these are the blood of greed, these are the traces of sin, these are, people's hearts are insatiable greed. (To be continued.) )