While drinking morning tea, Sun walked up to Jing Jiaren without saying a word, and spread out a magazine about childbirth sequelae...

While eating lunch, Sun's little finger desperately pressed the remote control to adjust to the news of a pregnant woman's dystocia.

Of course, these small actions of his did not get the adult's idea.

Jing Jiaren didn't pay attention to what he was watching. She felt too guilty for the big boss, and she was a little absent-minded all morning.

Suddenly, Ximen Longting grabbed the remote control and turned off the TV.

"Eating and watching TV, who taught you?"

Sun pursed his lips, snatched back the remote control that was on the table, and pressed the power button again.

Ximen Longting turned off again, and with a wave of his hand, the remote control fell into the trash can.

The aunt, uncle, and a son and daughter-in-law on the side dared not make a sound.

Jing Jiaren came back to her senses: "What's wrong, Ximen Longting?"

"..."

"How do you throw the remote control?" Do you think you can do whatever you want in your own home?

If she and Ximen Longting hadn't been lingering too late and the aunt insisted on saving lunch, they should have left now.

Originally a lot of interruptions, father and son are not very polite.

"Who taught him to watch TV while eating?" Ximen Longting's face was very gloomy.

Sun pursed his lips stubbornly, very unhappy.

Jing Jiaren looked at this little guy, he has been volatile lately, as weird and difficult as Ximen Longting!

Suddenly, Sun took a bite of his rice and started talking: "Father."

These two words almost choked Ximen Longting to death.

Is this kid calling him?I've never heard Sun call him that in a serious way!

"What's the matter?!" Ximen Longting raised an eyebrow coldly.

Sun said sternly: "Do you know that there is a certain mortality rate for pregnant women in childbirth? The news on TV said it just now."

So it's none of his Ximen Longting's business?

Jing Jiaren put a chopstick of vegetables into his bowl, thinking that Sun was worried about her health.

"In the past, the mortality rate was very high. Now that medicine is advanced, it is not so easy to give birth, and there is also a caesarean section."

She gave birth to her second child by section.

"The incidence of massive hemorrhage and acute infection caused by amniotic fluid embolism is 15000-120000, and even in modern times with advanced technology, the mortality rate is about 60%. More than 25% of the mothers with amniotic fluid embolism died within one hour of onset. "Sun repeated the contents of the news like a repeater, "That is to say, on average, between [-] and [-] pregnant women, one will have amniotic fluid embolism."

Everyone was stunned when they heard these words from a five or six-year-old child.

Sun’s face is serious, and he is still giving popular science to adults: “Amniotic fluid embolism needs to meet three conditions at the same time: rupture of amniotic fluid, high amniotic fluid pressure, and rupture of blood vessels. The turbid amniotic fluid flows back into the blood of the parturient due to pressure, and circulates with the blood Amniotic fluid embolism can easily cause acute pulmonary embolism, cerebral embolism, anaphylactic shock, disseminated intravascular coagulation, renal failure or sudden death during childbirth.”

Ximen Longting looked at him impatiently: "Don't tell me that your dream when you grow up is to be a gynecologist."

He didn't care about anything at a young age, but he actually cared about this.

The sister-in-law coughed and spat out a mouthful of rice.

The aunt quickly wiped the dining table with a paper towel, and kept silent, only daring to be the background.

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