Even if they are far away, they can feel the tension in the back house of the Song family, from the moment they entered this garden-style house, the maids and servants they met along the way were all sad, and after passing the courtyard gate, they went to the screams coming from the room over there.

"Lady, don't be afraid, I'm here......"

Running into the courtyard quickly, Yahuan and the old servant, who were waiting outside the door, hurriedly blocked Song Qiyu, who wanted to rush in.

"Young master, you can't enter, you can't enter, men can't enter......"

"Xianggong, Xianggong...... Help, save me! I'm in so much pain, so much pain...... Ahh

Once again, a woman's screams of pain erupted from the room.

"Doctor, you have to think of a way, you must save my lady!"

Song Qiyu, who was blocked from the door, grabbed Shi Yiwen's arm and begged bitterly.

Men can't enter!

Shi Yiwen's brow tightened, listening to the hissing wail coming from the room.

Now what?

Not to mention the 17th century, even in the 21st century, how many people can accept male obstetricians?

Just as he hesitated, a woman came out of the room, dressed in white, wearing a hat on her head, and even carrying a ...... Mask, Shi Yiwen was stunned.

Could it be that ancient China knew about medical and health care?

In confusion, I only heard the woman say to Song Qiyu.

"Song Gongzi, seven or eight hours have passed now, Mrs. Song's body is getting weaker and weaker, if it drags on like this, I am afraid that there will be two deaths, Song Gongzi, please make a decision as soon as possible."

"Can you, can you keep your lordship?"

Song Qiyu, whose face was pale, trembled slightly.

"Has Song Gongzi decided?"

"Ah...... Decided, what? No, it won't be like this......"

Song Qiyu lost his mind, suddenly perked up again, grabbed Shi Yiwen and said.

"Doctor, you said, you said you could save my lady, please save my mother."

"How's it going?"

Looking at this midwife, who was dressed somewhat similar to the doctors of later generations, Shi Yiwen asked.

"I can already see the scalp vaguely, but the birth position is not correct, seven hours have passed, the body of the lady of the Song family is too weak, and if it drags on like this, it will be difficult for adults and children to preserve, so I can only choose one of the two......"

The woman's voice was cold, but from her cold words, Shi Yiwen knew, so what does it mean to choose one of the two, in this era, in the face of dystocia, either save the child, take out the child by cesarean section or pull out the child forcefully, and then let the mother bleed to death, or kill the child in the womb to avoid the mother's life,

"Doctor, doctor......"

Song Qiyu grabbed Shi Yiwen's arm and begged.

"Already see the scalp? So why not use forceps to help ......"

Forceps midwifery?

Before he finished speaking, Shi Yiwen remembered that it was the sixth year of Wanli, and although the Chamberlain family in Europe had already invented the forceps, they kept this tool strictly secret, and they hid this technology for decades in order to make money. Obviously, the Ming Dynasty certainly did not have forceps.

"Forceps?"

The woman in the white cloth mask was surprised.

"What is this?"

"It's a kind of forceps, the shape of the forceps is like a big clamp, there are holes in the blades, and the curve of the forceps blades fits the shape of the baby's head, and the fetal head is pulled to assist the fetus in the delivery process, well, it is clipped."

"Clip it out?"

Shi Yiwen didn't notice that when he said these words, a strange look flashed in the woman's eyes, and she asked urgently.

"Do you have forceps?"

Song Qiyu also looked at him expectantly.

"This ......"

Looking at the two people who were full of expectations, Shi Yiwen said helplessly.

"Is there a coppersmith? I can draw the drawings right now, and maybe I'm in a hurry to make them now......"

Can you rush it?

Shi Yiwen didn't know.

"Trouble doctor, you draw drawings quickly, I'll order someone to contact the coppersmith,"

"Wait a minute."

Just when Song Qiyu ordered someone to contact the coppersmith, the woman hurriedly ran into the house, and then took out another thing and said to Shi Yiwen.

"Doctor, do you think this pliers can be changed to delivery forceps?"

In the woman's hand is a double-leaf forceps similar to that of the forceps, the curve of the blades is similar to that of later forceps, but there are no holes, like two spoons, but there are several shocking nails on the inside of the forceps, apparently to embed in the fetal skull, and it is likely that they were only used for stillbirth.

"Doctor, it must be too late to make forceps now, when you said forceps just now, I thought of this, and I am ashamed to say that this thing has been passed down in the family for a hundred years, but I never thought that it could be modified and repurposed, and it could become a life-saving thing."

Shi Yiwen, who was observing the "forceps" in his hand, did not see the look in the woman's eyes, but just nodded and said.

"I think it's okay, Song Gongzi, now I'll go to the nearest coppersmith, just hollow out these two blades, and adjust the shape again."

The Song family itself is a big household in Nanjing, when Shi Yiwen was sent to the nearest copperware shop to remake tongs, he soon found a coppersmith with superior craftsmanship from the other two copperware shops, and when they arrived at the copperware shop, Shi Yiwen was instructing the coppersmith to empty the copper tongs and forge the tongs into a ring. Soon, several people worked together to transform the forceps under the guidance of Shi Yiwen.

As soon as Shi Yiwen put it forward, another craftsman took the forceps directly and polished the blades, and soon the rough surface of the forceps became extremely smooth.

When Shi Yiwen came back, Song Qiyu, who was full of burnt, was in the courtyard, pacing back and forth.

Seeing that Shi Yiwen was back, Song Qiyu hurriedly asked.

"How's it going?"

"Let's try it first."

At the behest of Edman, the tongs were boiled in boiling water and then washed with spirits before being sent into the house.

After the door closed again, Shi Yiwen looked at Song Qiyu, who was full of burnt, and said.

"Song Gongzi ......"

"Doctor, I know."

Song Qiyu, who was full of sadness, looked into the room and muttered.

"If it doesn't work again, then it's fate, and I'm Song Qiyu ...... no blessing"

After saying that, Song Qiyu sighed, closed his eyes, and tears flowed from his eyes. Then he opened his eyes again and looked nervously at the closed door.

At this time, there was no heart-rending cry in the room, and Song Niangzi would already be angry.

Wen Po, who was dressed in white, looked at Song Niangzi on the bed, sighed in her heart, tried forceps in her hand, and then took a deep breath. Although it was the first time she had used forceps, she had used another type of forceps more than once, and she was all too familiar with midwifery over the years. However, after only a few attempts, he steadily dragged out the baby with forceps with dystocia......

"Wow......"

The loud cry was especially clear when it came out of the room.

At this moment, not only Song Qiyu, who was pacing along the way, stopped, but Shi Yiwen also stood there, the baby's cry made him relax, and at this moment, there was an excited shout in the room.

"Congratulations to the young master, congratulations to the young master, the mother and son are safe, the mother and son are peaceful...... Ah, Miss Fang, this, what's going on with the young grandmother! ”