The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

Wen Ruolan holds Chai Yuee's hand and says that she should try her best not to be timid. She has only seen this kind of thing several times and never thought that she would do it by herself one day.

My grandfather told her that it's not a joke to hold two lives in one hand.

There is nothing to worry about in the present situation. Try to make your tone conform to the appearance of being a daughter, and gently touch Chai Yuee's head with your forehead: "Niang, if you pass this pass, our family will be blessed."

Chai Yuee reluctantly raised her lips and showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

At this time, among the three people, only Wen Ruolan was able to move. She let Chai Yuee go to the room, picked up the quilt on the bed and trotted out. The conditions were simple, but premature delivery was a matter of great urgency.

After laying the quilt, she helped Chai Yuee sit on it and brought her some salt water to drink. Then she swallowed her saliva nervously and took a deep breath: "don't be afraid. Relax. I'll come soon."

Chai Yuee is now hanging a breath of her son in her stomach. She blinked her eyes and said that she would not move. Wen Ruolan went to the kitchen to make a fire and boil water. When a large pot of hot water was ready, she also found the roasted sweet potatoes in the basket beside her, which she did not know had been stored for several days.

With a large bowl and hot water, crush the sweet potato into mud, then melt it, and then bring it out for Chai Yuee to eat.

As time went by, Chai Yuee's face became more and more ugly. Wen Ruolan had no way at all. No one could help her in this process.

The carpenter Wen, who had been staring at them all the time, finally stood up and staggered to close the door.

Wen Ruolan sighed and gently rubbed Chai Yuee's stomach. Looking at her pale face and sweat beads on her forehead, she felt a little distressed. It's all women. Where can she be indifferent?

"Don't worry, I'm here."

Chai Yuee looked at her daughter, tears on the outside, half a day before choking said: "if LAN, you must take good care of your father and brother, mother entrusted them to you."

"Don't say anything depressing! I can pull you back from the gate of hell once, and I can pull you back twice! Give me strength Wen Ruolan's face was dignified and clenched her teeth. She felt her hand down below. When she confirmed that she was touching the baby's head, she almost cried with joy. Finally, she was immortal.

"What do I do?" Carpenter Wen did not dare to step forward and asked.

Wen Ruolan didn't even reply: "clean the chicken, boil chicken soup, no salt."

"Ah, ah." Carpenter Wen went to the kitchen with the dead cock.

Here, the sunset is all over the sky, and the red glow like blood makes the two women's faces red. Wen Ruolan cleans Chai Yuee with hot water, grabs her wrist with one hand and presses her finger on the pulse gate. She feels that Chai Yuee's pulse is getting stronger and stronger. She can't help but cry for the woman in her heart. It's better for her mother! This is the power of life!

"Hard, deep breathing, good rhythm, yes, that's it."

Wen Ruolan is directing Chai Yuee, and the other hand is midwifery. The blood is full of blood, and her heart is pulled up.

Fortunately, this dilapidated house is some distance away from the village, otherwise it's hard to say what unexpected situation will happen.

Chai Yuee bit her lips and bled, but she refused to say a word. In Wen Ruolan's eyes, she was sad and soft: "if it hurts, just shout it out. It's OK."

Chai Yuee shook her head: "no, no, walls have ears."

Wen Ruolan looked up at the sky. At this time, Chai Yuee was still worried that the wall had ears! Yes, there must be a reason for a family's collective suicide. She would like to ask God, isn't the life of the poor a life? Why did this family come across such a thing?

When the amniotic fluid broke, the baby's head showed a little bit. The soft, tender and warm skin touched each other, which made Wen Ruolan dare not think about it any more. She laughed like Chai Yuee's encouragement: "come on, the head is coming out."

Chai Yuee's eyelashes were full of sweat. She gave a dull sound in response to Wen Ruolan.

Wen Ruolan used to hold the baby's head in both hands and used a little strength to help the baby come out smoothly. The whole process lasted for half an hour. When the last little foot came out completely, Wen Ruolan's tears fell down.

"It's a young man." Wen Ruolan took the little guy with blood to Chai Yuee's side. She couldn't help her tears any more. Chai Yuee's facial features couldn't be seen clearly, only her eyes were bright. When she reached for her baby, Wen Ruolan saw her mouth full of blood in the moonlight.

The child is a flower in the mother's life. It turned out to be such a sad picture.

"Ruolan." Chai Yuee's spirit is like a thread.

Wen Ruolan immediately pressed her lips with her hand: "don't talk. Send you all to the room immediately. If you don't support him, he won't live."

Chai Yuee's words were blocked. She closed her eyes in despair. There were only two words in her mind - hold on! Hold on!

Wen Ruolan looked at the carpenter with chicken soup in one hand and shook his head: "let's go back and bring my mother in first."

At this moment, Wen Ruolan is heartily called this sound Niang, witnessed the whole process of giving birth, Wen Ruolan to Niang this word almost to the point of worship.

Carpenter Wen turned around and sent the chicken soup to the house. He looked back at his daughter coming in with her newborn son in her arms. His face was a little numb.

"Go on, don't let my mother blow the cold wind!" Wen Ruolan urged.

Carpenter Wen ran out as if he had come back. The man with one arm just brought back the man and the quilt.

After the busy work, she finally took a breath. Wen Ruolan was all over the bed, and she found that she had collapsed.

"Ruolan, you have a wound on your head." Carpenter Wen handed over the bowl with chicken soup: "have some."

"I don't drink it. I'll keep it for my mother. She's too weak." Wen Ruolan is too clear about Chai Yuee's body. When the child is born, Chai Yuee's ghost will come next.

Carpenter Wen went back to the kitchen. After a while, he put a chicken leg in a bowl and sent it to Wen Ruolan: "your mother drinks soup, you eat meat."

The tone was irrefutable. Wen Ruolan raised his head weakly, and the dim yellow light was shining on the carpenter's face. He had red eyes and a strange arm on his back. He was holding the chicken legs in the broken bowl and steaming. With a bit of stubbornness, he almost sent the bowl to Wen Ruolan's mouth.

"I'm not hungry."

"You eat!" Carpenter Wen was stubborn and refused to give in.

Wen Ruolan had to take it over and hold the bowl in her arms.

The carpenter squatted down, holding his head in one hand, and cried out. The cry was too oppressive, which made Wen Ruolan feel out of breath.

"Don't cry." Wen Ruolan touched his shoulder: "mother and brother are all well, we are still alive, isn't this a happy thing?"

Carpenter Wen's cry was small, but an old man's tears and don't want money, crackling off, for a long time just choked and said: "I and your mother sorry you, Ruolan, I should die! Damn me! Damn me

Said, hard hit his head, this can let Wen Ruolan difficult, this man is not too determined?