"Yes, yes, I'm going to give birth." The chopsticks in his hand fell on the table with a click, and Zhao Cheng, who reacted, stood up and picked up Song Qing and rushed out.

"Come on, Madame is going to give birth."

The news that Song Qing was about to give birth generally spread throughout the Prime Minister's Mansion, and after getting the news, the Prime Minister's Mansion acted quickly.

Because of the preparations made in advance, everyone knew what to do by this time, and everything was in order under the arrangement of the housekeeper's wife.

The delivery room is located in the wing room next to the main room, everything is very well prepared, even the delivery bed is very thick and soft.

……

At this time, in the delivery room, Song Qing was lying on the bed, and the bursts of pain made her face pale.

Holding Zhao Cheng's hand tightly, Song called him softly.

"Third brother."

Generally speaking, Song is coquettish, or when he wants to flirt with him, he will call him that.

But at this moment, she couldn't help but call him like this, maybe she was nervous and it hurt too much.

"I'm here, don't talk, save some strength."

Zhao Cheng sat on the edge of the bed and waited quietly, obviously Song Qing was only starting to ache for a while now.

"It hurts."

"It hurts."

Don't blame her for being squeamish.

She was really in pain now, and the pain was coming and going, and it was just too torturous. Her face was pale and her forehead was sweating.

Zhao Cheng wiped her with a towel in distress, but he couldn't replace it, so he could only watch her hurt.

If he could, he would rather hurt himself than let her.

In ancient times, women were not allowed to accompany men when they gave birth, which was said to be unlucky. However, obviously Zhao Cheng didn't believe this, and as for Song Qing, he wouldn't think so. In modern times, fathers of children in some hospitals can also accompany the birth.

When I used to watch TV dramas, the midwives, maids, or doctors on TV could always do something in the delivery room.

Just in case.

Song Qing said early on that she wanted Zhao Cheng to accompany her when she gave birth, so she could rest assured. After all, in this world, she trusts him the most.

In this era, men think that it is unfortunate for women to have children, so now it is false to see the prime minister and his wife so affectionate and say that they are not envious.

But they didn't dare to kick people out.

Who wants to die?

Apparently not.

Therefore, when Song Qing began to start, he could only pull a screen to isolate his sight, allowing Zhao Cheng to sit on the edge of the bed and hold Song Qing's hand.

Using a screen is Song Qing's attention, although the third master is very powerful, but he has definitely never seen a woman give birth to a child, Song Qing is afraid that he will have a shadow in his heart in the future, so using a screen to block some can make him not so nervous.

However, Song Qing still overestimated Zhao Cheng.

Song Qing hurt from the evening to the night, and then from the night to the early morning, until it was almost two o'clock, and he was finally able to give birth.

"Ahh

"It hurts."

"It hurts to death."

"I ...... I'm going to die. ”

"Bastard."

"Zhao Cheng, you traitor...... The old lady is no longer raw...... It hurts to death......"

Song Qing cried spinelessly.

"Forcefully."

"Madame forced."

"Take a deep breath and take your time."

In my ears were the voices of the midwife and the doctor.

At this time, Zhao Cheng's whole body stiffened, and listening to Song Qing's voice, the hand that was hidden on his knee and hidden in the bottom line of his sleeve had been clenched into a fist.

Time passes slowly.

But the child was never born.

At this time, there were not only rows of bright candles lit in the delivery room, but even a night pearl was placed next to the bed.

It can be said that this delivery room is really luxurious.

"Nope."

"The husband has a difficult birth, and the child can't be born."

Dystocia.

These words undoubtedly slashed Zhao Cheng's already tense heart in an instant.

"Difficult birth, how can it be difficult to give birth."

"My lord, if there is any case, is it to protect adults or children?"

The person who spoke was a woman, but as soon as her words fell, the screen was pulled open and pushed aside by Zhao Cheng. He grabbed the woman's shoulder, his eyes flashing blood.

"I don't want to hear this, just in case, I want adults and children, she lives for you."

The implication is obvious.

Obviously, at this moment, no one would think that Zhao Cheng was joking.

"Your Excellency spares your life."

"Xiangye spares his life."

"Your Excellency spares your life."

Dystocia.

Whenever a woman gives birth, she walks through the ghost gate. Some gave birth smoothly, and some were unlucky enough to have a difficult birth, and Song Qing just happened to encounter it.

In modern times, the risk of a caesarean section like her would be minimized, and perhaps there would be no danger at all. But now in this ancient era of backward medical treatment, it is obvious that you can only give birth by yourself, and there will be no caesarean section.

Therefore, if it is difficult to give birth in this era, the risk factor is directly five stars, which can be said to be nine deaths.

Aren't you afraid?

How could she not be afraid, she was not very bold in the first place.

But it's better than being afraid.

Song stroked her stomach lightly, it was her child, she was pregnant in October, and she looked forward to his (her) arrival every day. Every time she felt the child moving, she couldn't help but reach out and touch it gently, which was the joy of being a mother.

She wanted to live.

But she wants her child to be born safely more than to live herself. Motherhood is strong, maybe it is the nature of mothers to protect their children, and so is she.

Thinking of this, Song Qing's tears slipped from his eyes.

Seeing that Qi Shushu knelt on the ground in the room, Song Qing looked at the man standing by the bed and called him in a low voice.

"Third brother."

"Ma'am."

Zhao Cheng came to her side and held her hand, "Don't be afraid, I won't let you have any trouble." ”

Song shook his head lightly.

"Don't ...... Don't blame them......"

"If it's just in case."

"Guaranteed...... Stay kids, leave me alone. ”

"Don't talk, no case."

Adults and children, no one can do without them.

No way.

He didn't allow it.

Zhao Cheng said and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, before turning his head and shouting towards the door.

"Xu Zhao will get me in."

There are not only female doctors in the delivery room, but just in case, at this time, there are a bunch of imperial doctors standing outside the delivery room plus Xu Zhao, and there are even people from the people.

Be prepared.

This is Zhao Cheng's guideline.

Obviously, this time they can come in handy.

In particular, one of them is a private doctor, although he is a man, he is very talented in giving birth to children.

The natural midwifery and delivery room take care of Song Qing is still the midwife and the female doctor, although Xu Zhao is a miracle doctor, he is not omnipotent, he really can't deliver a baby.

Even if he really could, he didn't have the courage to look at it.

The woman of the third master, who dares to look at it?

It was he who was allowed to enter the delivery room, and he was given his pulse through the curtain screen.

The night passed slowly.

During this period, Song Qing fainted once. Relying on Zhao Cheng's continuous internal force, he drank the medicine prescribed by Xu Zhao, and the medical woman assisted him in midwifery under the dictation of Xu Zhao and the folk doctor.

The whole night, so the spirit was tense, and they did not dare to relax for a moment, and the night passed like this. Until the next morning, when the sun slowly rose, the cry of a baby could be heard in the room.

(End of chapter)