Madam not allowed to remarry

Chapter 6 Caesarean delivery 2
When Meng Baiyun heard about the birth of a child, he became excited.

As a doctor, although her sentiment is not so high that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, saving the dying and healing the wounded is still in her bones.

What's more, her brother saved her.

So, she went straight to the door: "Take me to have a look, I'm afraid it might be a difficult delivery."

"The midwife means dystocia, Miss, do you understand this?"

"Slightly clear."

She didn't understand it, but said it made sense. In fact, the abbreviated words are all modest. As an obstetrician, delivering a baby is not as simple as eating a meal.

It's just that this is ancient times, the equipment is lacking, and she doesn't know very well about some things, but how will she know if she doesn't try.

Soon, she was led to a courtyard. At the gate of the courtyard, the tall figure with the bronze mask instantly reminded her of the bronze light before she fell into a coma, and she instantly had a good feeling in her heart.

"You saved me, I don't like to owe anyone anything, is your sister in there, can I help her?"

Long Aohan looked at the woman in front of him. She was undressed, her long hair was scattered behind her head, and she was wearing a pink dress, which looked very feminine, but she exuded a mature and generous temperament.

"You will deliver?"

He asked lightly, his tone was cold, but not piercing, showing a bit of worry, as if he was too nervous about the fate of the people in the room.

"Yes, let me go in and take a look first."

Doubt flashed across Long Aohan's eyes, but he quickly dismissed it, and told Fu Rong: "Take her in."

Before entering the room, there was a strong smell of blood, and the blood that spread from the bed to the floor showed that the pregnant woman was experiencing dystocia and increased bleeding.

Furong didn't seem to be afraid of the blood, but when she saw the pale and weak woman on the bed, her eyes were slightly red: "Miss, you have to hold on, midwife, how are you?"

"The fetus is lying sideways, coming out, coming out, it won't come out."

"Useless things, if my young lady has something wrong, I want all of you to be buried with her."

That Ling Lie made Meng Baiyun realize that this is no ordinary maid.

Compared with the panic of the midwife, she was much calmer, brushed the midwife away with one hand, uncovered the quilt to observe for herself, and came to the conclusion: the fetal position is not correct and the fetus is too large.

Make a decisive decision, and she ordered: "Prepare me a sharp dagger, needle and thread, and also, prepare me hot water, a large number of towels, and boil a bowl of ginseng soup to hang her anger."

Hearing the dagger, Fu Rong was startled: "Miss Meng, what are you doing?"

With a cold face, Meng Baiyun sternly said: "Will you let her live? Hurry up and stop talking nonsense."

If the doctor in clinical practice was so gossip, she would have told people to leave.

Perhaps Furong was stunned by her, or maybe she saw that the lying person was exhaling more air than inhaling, so she could only treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor, and ordered a few people to come in and out to prepare things.

Of course, she still didn't forget to ask Long Aohan for instructions, if the master said no, even killing her would not allow Meng Baiyun to do it.

However, Long Aohan actually nodded.

So, let everything go.

For a pregnant woman who has lost too much blood, it is undoubtedly a huge risk to perform an anatomical fetal extraction.

Meng Baiyun can only gamble, and she will protect the big and small ones.

An operation without perfect equipment and medicine, a group of assistants who have no experience making fuss, but relying on her calmness and meticulousness step by step, in the end, as she wished, the mother and child were safe.

(End of this chapter)