Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

Emperor Jing abruptly stood up, his eyes filled with tension.

Turning his head, he asked Fang Zheng Yi, "Why such a miserable cry! How exactly are they delivering the baby?"

The piercing cries still echoed in his ears, and Fang Zheng Yi tensed up as well, saying with difficulty, "They will cut open the perineum and then extract the baby. Everything will be done while she is conscious... Your Majesty, please be patient. Although this method is painful, it is not life-threatening."

Emperor Jing didn't say much, slowly closing his eyes and sitting down again.

Cutting a gash... If it were a man, it would be easier, but for a weak woman, it's a bit too cruel.

But since things have come to this, we can only do as Fang Zheng Yi says.

Fang Zheng Yi stood in place, silent. Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he looked at Wang Meng, "Did you bring the anesthetic? Quickly go brew the medicine. Once the child is born, quickly have Consort Wei drink the medicine to avoid the pain of the flesh."

Wang Meng nodded and then opened the medicine chest, pulling Imperial Physician Hu to brew the medicine.

Inside the delivery room, the midwife had already made the incision, the scene a bloody mess.

Even though the battle-hardened midwife was used to bloody scenes, she couldn't help but be nervous and covered in sweat.

Seeing that the time was ripe, the midwife began to have her assistant hand over the forceps.

They had also participated in the initial manufacturing of the forceps, and even offered many useful suggestions based on their own experience.

Although they had not yet used the forceps in actual combat, the intuition accumulated over the years could already feel that the tool's efficiency would far exceed their own hands.

Moreover, these forceps were carefully crafted by a blacksmith and a silversmith in collaboration, and the exterior was polished to be extremely smooth, approaching the effect of modern stainless steel.

As the forceps slowly probed in, the midwife began to issue commands to Consort Wei.

Consort Wei was in unbearable pain at this time, but relying on her maternal instincts, she actually mustered some strength again.

She gave a muffled response.

Both sides exerted force at the same time.

Soon, the baby's head slowly emerged, and sweat slowly dripped from the midwife's forehead.

After a while, half of the baby's body had already emerged!

The midwife felt relieved and began to enter the familiar process, carefully entering the routine operation.

Time ticked by, and silence fell outside the door.

Only heavy breathing could be heard.

Consort Wei could no longer make a sound, and a terrible thought lingered in everyone's mind.

Could she be dead...?

Li Yuanzhao rarely showed fear on his face, tightly gripping Fang Zheng Yi's arm with one hand.

Suddenly... a loud baby's cry came from the delivery room.

This cry seemed like lightning piercing through the dark sky.

Color instantly returned to the outside of the delivery room. Emperor Jing's body trembled, and his joy overflowed.

He murmured, "Born, born?"

Li Yuanzhao was stunned... The child is born, but is Consort Wei still alive?

Before everyone could think more, the door of the delivery room opened wide!

The midwife walked out of the room holding a small swaddled baby.

On the sickbed, Consort Wei had already been covered with a thick quilt that had been prepared in advance. It could be vaguely seen that her eyes were still open, and her head was moving slightly.

Her gaze looked hopefully in the direction of the midwife.

Li Yuanzhao rushed out to see how Consort Wei was doing.

Emperor Jing asked in a trembling voice, "Is it a boy or a girl?"

Before the midwife could speak, Fang Zheng Yi rushed forward and lifted a corner of the swaddling clothes.

Seeing the miniature ding-dong, he was overjoyed and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Congratulations, Your Majesty, on the arrival of a dragon grandson! It's a boy! It's a holy grandson!"

"Let... let朕 hold him!" Emperor Jing stretched out his trembling hands, and the midwife tremblingly handed the swaddling clothes to Emperor Jing.

Seeing that his old father-in-law was immersed in the joy of having a dragon grandson, Fang Zheng Yi didn't say much.

I'll flatter him later! Now is not the time.

Turning his head, he saw that Li Yuanzhao was already standing by Consort Wei's bed with his butt sticking out, so he quickly grabbed the midwife and asked, "Did you suture it? Did you disinfect it?"

The midwife looked tired but smiled and nodded: "All done."

Fang Zheng Yi happily said: "Well done! You will stay in the palace to take care of Consort Wei first, and later each of you will receive one hundred taels of silver from the Taoyuan Medical Center! In the future, you will stay in the medical center to see gynecology patients, the benefits are high!"

The two midwives were overjoyed and hurried to salute.

Li Yuanzhao was now looking at Consort Wei with concern, smoothing her sweat-soaked temples.

"How do you feel?"

"Pain... This concubine... is fine, where is the child... is it a boy or a girl."

It's okay, it's good that you're okay.

Having been nervous for a long time, Li Yuanzhao now showed a smile: "It's a boy, you can rest assured and recuperate, and see the child tomorrow. Someone will send you soup later, remember to drink it all."

Consort Wei also completely relaxed and nodded weakly.

Emperor Jing was now holding the child in a daze, a kind of happy dizziness constantly impacting his brain.

The grandson he had been thinking about was now in his arms.

Now the world is stable and peaceful. But the only thing that made him uneasy was that the crown prince had not had a dragon seed.

Now he finally has one, the national fortune is long.... A series of thoughts began to emerge in Emperor Jing's mind.

Fang Zheng Yi was still standing aside, smiling foolishly, playing the mascot and creating a festive atmosphere.

After feeding Consort Wei the anesthetic soup, Li Yuanzhao also came over.

He leaned over to look at the child in the swaddling clothes, lifted the corner of the quilt and confirmed it again, and immediately became proud.

He said loudly: "As expected of me! It really is a dragon grandson! Father, look, look!"

Emperor Jing nodded repeatedly and said happily: "It is a dragon grandson...朕 has a grandson, my Great Jing has hope!"

Li Yuanzhao's proud expression suddenly froze.

Great Jing has hope? What do you mean Great Jing has hope!

I am still young, I am still alive! Am I so unbearable?

Li Yuanzhao's smile disappeared, and his gaze turned to Fang Zheng Yi, trying to find his sense of existence.

Unexpectedly, the smile had already transferred to Fang Zheng Yi's face.

Seeing that Emperor Jing had calmed down from his excitement, Fang Zheng Yi's mouth widened even more.

He approached Emperor Jing and pointed at the child: "Your Majesty, look... he looks exactly like you, not to mention anything else, these eyebrows are so much like Your Majesty!"

"From this, it can be seen that the imperial grandson will surely become a great talent in the future, and will surely be a wise ruler of a generation! My Great Jing has hope, and will surely become more and more prosperous, more and more prosperous!"

"Is that so? Hahahaha...."

Suddenly, Emperor Jing's hearty laughter spread throughout the backyard of the East Palace, reaching far away.

Li Yuanzhao was about to suffocate, and finally could only helplessly admit the reality.

He was ignored, abandoned... Even his closest comrade-in-arms had betrayed him!

Fang Zheng Yi continued: "Your Majesty, it is time to bestow a name upon the imperial grandson."

"朕 has thought about it, let's call him Li Yu."

Fang Zheng Yi gave a thumbs up and repeatedly praised: "Flawless jade, a good name, a good name! To be able to come up with such a meaningful name full of affection in such a short time, Your Majesty's literary talent is admirable,"

Emperor Jing's unbridled laughter spread out again.

Perhaps the sound was too loud, and Li Yu in the swaddling clothes suddenly woke up and began to cry loudly.

This made Emperor Jing at a loss, and he hurriedly asked the midwife: "Why is he crying suddenly?"

"He's hungry! He's hungry, Your Majesty, quickly hand her to the wet nurse to feed him."

Emperor Jing repeatedly said: "Yes, yes, yes, where is the wet nurse, quickly send him there."

The East Palace naturally had a wet nurse prepared long ago. Emperor Jing gave an order and summoned the person, taking Li Yu away to feed him.

Watching the imperial grandson's figure move away, Emperor Jing sighed leisurely: "Good, good!"

"This time, Consort Wei is safe and sound, and the imperial grandson was born smoothly, Wang Meng deserves the greatest credit!"