Song Lingyue refused to give up like this, reached out to probe the baby's snort, fortunately there was still a breath left, and quickly tried cardiopulmonary resuscitation for the baby, the baby coughed lightly a few times and coughed up the amniotic fluid in the mouth and nasal cavity, and then let out a faint cry.

"Xiangling, take the child over, the child is fine." Song Lingyue handed over the baby who had recovered to Xiangling, Xiangling looked down at the small ball of meat in her arms, and didn't know how to describe what she was thinking at this moment.

But the baby in her arms didn't give her time to think carefully, and she frowned and sneezed a little.

Xiangling hurriedly wiped the blood stains on the little baby's body with a towel, wrapped her in the swaddling clothes that had been prepared a long time ago, and put her in the cradle on the side.

And Song Lingyue's side has already prepared needles and threads to stitch up Zhang Chun'er's wound.

Xiangling was startled when she saw that Song Lingyue took out something similar to a sewing needle and embroidery thread and was about to sew it up for Zhang Chun'er.

"This is sheep intestine, not cotton thread for sewing clothes, this kind of thread will be slowly absorbed by the body." Touching Xiangling's stunned eyes, Song Lingyue opened her mouth to explain.

Song Lingyue was weaving and mending the wounds on Zhang Chun'er's body with her hands and feet, and the knotting method was very different, but the wounds were tightly pulled together.

"Master, is it possible that as long as the stomach is stitched up with threads, the stomach will recover?" Xiangling endured and endured, but she still couldn't hold back and ask Song Lingyue out loud.

"The human body has a self-healing function, and it only takes a few days for these wounds to grow together and heal naturally." Song Lingyue explained, but the work in her hand did not stop at all.

Xiangling also knew that this was a meticulous job, so she didn't dare to disturb, but silently watched Song Lingyue stitch up the wound on the side.

Stitching up the wound is much simpler than the caesarean section, and Song Lingyue's hanging heart has also been put down a lot, and the technique is more brisk.

About a stick of incense passed, Song Lingyue raised her arm to wipe the sweat on her forehead, and there was still the last stitch, and her wound stitches were completed.

As long as the wound does not become inflamed and infected within seven days, the wound will begin to heal.

"Aunt Chun'er?" Xiangling walked up to Zhang Chun'er and pushed her forehead, but Zhang Chun'er didn't even respond.

Xiangling's heart was beating suddenly, and she hurriedly stretched out her hand to reach under Zhang Chun'er's nose, but fortunately, warm breath continued to blow on her fingers, which made Xiangling completely relieved.

It's really unimaginable that the master made such a big cut on Aunt Chun'er's stomach, but Aunt Chun'er didn't even cry out in pain, and even fell asleep, which is really incredible.

Song Lingyue stitched the last stitch, tied the knot, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Song Lingyue, who hadn't worked so hard for a long time, shook her body a few times and almost fell, but fortunately, Xiangling quickly supported Song Lingyue.

Xiangling helped Song Lingyue to the chair next to her to sit down and rest, Song Lingyue pinched the corner of her forehead that was faintly painful, but she didn't dare to take her eyes off Zhang Chun'er's body for a moment.

"Xiangling, there are hemostatic and anti-inflammatory dispersions over there, you apply them to Aunt Chun'er's wounds, and then bandage the wounds, be careful not to break the thread." Song Lingyue was extremely tired, and when she sat down, her legs were like stones, and she couldn't move, so she could only ask Xiangling to help her complete the finishing work.

Xiangling didn't have any excuses, took the hemostatic powder and the anti-inflammatory powder from the medicine box, dipped it in gauze and carefully applied it to the wound that had been stitched up on Zhang Chun'er's lower abdomen, and after making sure that the bleeding had been stopped, she carefully helped Zhang Chun'er put on the obscene clothes.

Xiangling helped Zhang Chun'er cover the quilt, and just wanted to help her press the corners of the quilt a little tighter, so as not to let the wind in, but she didn't know if she accidentally touched Zhang Chun'er's wound, so she hurriedly asked in a low voice: "Aunt Chun'er, are you awake?" Did I get your wounds? ”

Zhang Chun'er shook her head slightly: "It's okay, I feel fine, but there is a little pain in my stomach, and my hands and feet are still a little sore." ”

Seeing this, Song Lingyue hurriedly came to Zhang Chun'er's side and observed her face, "Your sanity has regained consciousness, and your hands and feet are still a little numb, that's because the effect of the anesthetic has not yet been applied, and when the anesthetic fades, the wounds on your body will feel painful again." ”

Zhang Chun'er nodded, stretched out her hand and subconsciously wanted to touch the bulging lower abdomen, but she touched a piece of gauze, and her face suddenly turned white: "Child, what about my child?" ”

Seeing that she was nervous, Song Lingyue gave Xiangling a look, and Xiangling hurriedly took out the baby wrapped in swaddling clothes from the cradle on the side, "Aunt Chun'er, look, the little sister is already asleep." ”

Zhang Chun'er struggled to sit up, but was stopped by Song Lingyue, "Your wound has just been stitched up, and you can't move at will, if you want to hold the baby, just hold her in your arms." You can ask your baby to put her ears to your heartbeat, stroke her back, and soothe her, so that she will feel very safe. ”

After hearing this, Zhang Chun'er no longer struggled to sit up, but asked Xiangling to put the child on her chest, and looked down at the baby's wrinkled, red little face in swaddling clothes. Regiment.

The pain and despair of such hardship, when I saw my infant daughter, everything was worth it.

"Baby, baby." Zhang Chun'er hugged her infant daughter tightly, and her loving and gentle eyes fell on her daughter's tender little face, as if she had forgotten the faint pain from the wound.

"You rest a little longer, I'll go out and have a look." Since the operation, the noise outside has not stopped, but now I can't hear the slightest movement, which makes Song Lingyue a little worried, afraid that Aunt Li and Qi Mo will suffer outside.

"Xiangling, take good care of Aunt Chun'er, take care of the wound, don't let the wound collapse." Song Lingyue explained two more words, opened the door and walked out.

I thought that there must be a lot of trouble outside, but I didn't expect that the three members of the Wang family were standing in front of the courtyard without saying a word, and Wang Tingyu cast a wincing gaze in the direction where Qi Mo was from time to time.

Uncle Wang has been smoking the bags under his eyes, obviously the tobacco in the cigarette pot has been extinguished, he has been smoking vigorously, the hand holding the cigarette bag and the pot has been trembling, and he almost failed to put the cigarette holder in his mouth several times, looking very frightened.

As for Mrs. Wang, although she sat on the chair properly, she kept sobbing in a low voice, and there were words in her mouth, but when she got closer, she was:

"What kind of mourning star did our Wang family marry, and let outsiders do it with their husbands and in-laws, there is no such unpleasant daughter-in-law in the world. I can't live anymore. ”

"What's going on?" Song Lingyue looked at the scene in front of her, walked up to Aunt Li, and asked with doubts.

As soon as Aunt Li looked up, she saw Song Lingyue coming out of the room, and she was still a little nervous, but when she saw Song Lingyue handing her a 'reassuring' look, her hanging heart was also put down.

"You don't know, Qi Xiu was so angry just now, and he scared a few of them." Aunt Li vividly recounted what happened an hour ago.

An hour ago.

After Zhao Wenpo left, the Wang family got together and didn't know what to discuss, and Mrs. Wang appeared, rushed to the door first, and was about to break in.

Qi Mo saw that Mrs. Wang was an old lady, so he didn't do anything with her, but he also blocked the door and didn't let the old lady get close to the door of the wing.

Seeing this, Mrs. Wang scolded Aunt Li and Qi Mo:

"What are you, why are you blocking our door at my house! It's my daughter-in-law lying inside! Is there anyone in the world like you who stop in front of other people's houses and don't let others see their daughters-in-law? Outrageous. ”

"Mother-in-law Wang, treatment is underway here, it's inconvenient for you to go in." Aunt Li refused to back down even half a step, she believed that Song Lingyue must have a way to make Zhang Chun'er safe.

"What's being treated?! We all heard from Mrs. Zhao just now, the barefoot doctor you invited is going to disembowel my daughter-in-law and take out the child! Mrs. Wang raised her voice, "Is there such a way to treat patients in the world?" That's a living person, how can she just cut open her belly and take out the child inside? ”

"That's right! If Chun'er is really disemboweled, will that person still survive? I don't think she's a doctor at all, you guys get out of the way, I'm going to go in and beg my daughter-in-law!" Wang Tingyu also stepped forward to help Mrs. Wang, but she didn't rush, but hid under the protection of Mrs. Wang, but her voice was high-pitched.

"I believe that Ling Yue will definitely make their mother and daughter safe, can't you just be a little restless?" Aunt Li persuaded hard, but she was also beating a drum in her heart, and a thin layer of sweat appeared in her palms, but now there is no other way except to believe in Song Lingyue.

"Rest easy? How to calm down? Chun'er is a big living person! As Chun'er's friend, you just watched her being disemboweled? What kind of friend are you! Hurry up and get out of the way, I'm going in to save my daughter-in-law. When the king heard the rain speak, he was about to rush inside.

Mrs. Wang grabbed Wang Tingyu's arm and stopped him from rushing forward, but she stepped forward instead:

"You'd better get out of the way. This is the royal family, and it is not the turn of you outsiders to spread wild here! Just now, Wen Po has already said that the child in Chun'er's belly can't be saved! Don't let that quack doctor in it toss around, if you kill Chun'er, none of you can afford to be responsible! ”

"If you block the door and block us from rescuing our daughter-in-law, then we can only report to the official!" Uncle Wang was a threat as soon as he exited.

A layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out in Aunt Li's palms, and she glanced at Qi Mo, with a hint of hesitation in her eyes: If Chun'er was really treated to death because of Lingyue's 'surgery', what would it be? I'm afraid that all of them can't get out of it.

"Get out of the way! Otherwise, we're going to really rush in. Mrs. Wang saw the vanity on Aunt Li's face, and immediately shouted as if she had caught a handle:

"You don't know if this will be successful or not, use Chun'er as a test! You guys are so cruel! ”