dognovel Chapter 2304 The Goddess Who Descended from the Sky
Chapter 2304 The Goddess Who Descended from the Sky
In an instant, only Yan Ruyu and Liu were left in the inner room. Liu's eyes were half open, her vision was so blurry that she could not see anything, but she could sense that someone was beside her.
She moved her lips with difficulty, uttering a barely audible sound: "Save my child...please..."
Yan Ruyu reached out and grasped her hand. That hand was icy cold, like a block of ice that could not be warmed, and the fingertips were still trembling slightly.
Yan Ruyu softened her tone and said softly, "Don't worry, I will save you and your child."
Hang in there, don't give up. If you can get through this, you'll see your child.
As if grasping at the last straw, Liu nodded weakly and slowly closed her eyes again.
Time is running out. Given Liu's current condition, ordinary delivery methods are useless. The only option is a cesarean section.
This method is unheard of in today's world, and if others saw it, they would definitely regard it as an oddity.
But the situation was urgent, and she had to save both mother and child, leaving her no room for hesitation.
Yan Ruyu took out the necessary equipment from her spatial storage and neatly arranged it on the table, including scalpels, hemostats, gauze, and so on.
She took out a bottle of spiritual spring water that the abbot had given her, poured it into a clean, rough porcelain bowl, carefully lifted Liu's head, brought the bowl to her lips, and fed her the water little by little.
After feeding her water, Yan Ruyu checked Liu's breathing, which was more stable than before.
She exhaled softly, administered anesthesia to Liu, and then began preparing for the surgery.
In the courtyard, Zhao Yong and his mother were still pacing anxiously.
Huo Changhe's gaze fell on the direction of the main house, his brows furrowed slightly, his mind preoccupied with Yan Ruyu.
From the direction of the kitchen came the crackling sound of the midwife tending the fire, and the sound of water being poured from a wooden bucket.
No one knew that what would happen next in the inner room was a mind-blowing rescue.
About half an hour later, a cry finally came from inside the house.
Zhao Yong stopped in his tracks, his face beaming with joy.
"It's born! It's born! Mother, listen, it's born!"
Zhao's mother prayed to the gods and thanked Buddha, and tears welled up in her eyes.
The midwife, having finished boiling the water, also heard the crying and was surprised and secretly amazed that Yan Ruyu, who looked so young, was so capable.
However... the fact that the child was born is only a good thing; based on her experience, Liu is unlikely to survive.
This was a barely manageable attempt to save the child.
Just then, Yan Ruyu's voice came from the inner room.
"Bring the water in."
The midwife carried a full bucket of hot water into the inner room.
The stench of blood in the inner room had not completely dissipated. Yan Ruyu lightly placed her fingertips on Liu's wrist, her gaze fixed on Liu's face, her expression calm.
On a clean, coarse cloth spread in the corner of the kang (a heated brick bed), a newborn baby was crying loudly.
The midwife placed the bucket of hot water next to the low stool by the kang (a heated brick bed), and Yan Ruyu didn't even look up.
She said in a calm tone, "Wash the child clean and wrap him in a soft cloth."
The midwife was puzzled. This girl looked to be no more than twenty years old, yet she had actually delivered this difficult child!
However, given how weak and feeble Liu looked just now, having observed labor processes for decades, she knew perfectly well that she probably wouldn't last more than half an hour.
The midwife sighed softly and picked up the baby.
The baby was a tiny bundle nestled in the rough cloth, his skin fair and tender with a rosy blush of newborn, his arms and legs kicking powerfully, his little fists clenched tightly.
With regular features and a robust build, he looked even stronger than a typical full-term baby; he was a truly chubby, fair-skinned boy.
The midwife carefully wiped the blood off the baby with a damp cloth, and listening to the baby's loud cries, she felt a little comforted.
At least the child is healthy, so Liu's efforts of more than two hours were not in vain.
It's just a pity that the child's mother wasn't fortunate enough to see her child grow up.
After cleaning away the bloodstains, the midwife found a thick, coarse cloth swaddle and gently wrapped the baby in it.
She held the child in her arms and looked at Liu on the bed. Liu's eyes were still closed, her face as pale as paper, and she was motionless.
The midwife felt a lump in her throat, her heart ached, and her eyes reddened slightly.
She has delivered babies in these two villages for decades, witnessing countless heartbreaking cases of difficult childbirth and the choice between saving the mother and the baby.
But every time I see a mother and child separated, I can't help but feel sad.
Zhao Yong and Liu were both kind and honest people. How could they have encountered such a misfortune? Their family, which had just welcomed a child, was about to lose one.
She carried the baby to the bedside, her voice full of regret: "Girl, you are really capable. This baby was breech and large. Anyone else would have been helpless, but you were able to deliver the baby so smoothly."
It's a pity. Although the child was saved, he lost his mother at birth; he's truly unfortunate.
Yan Ruyu withdrew her hand, glanced at the child in the midwife's arms, and saw that the child had regular features and a steady breathing. Then she looked at Liu Shi on the bed.
Her tone was inexplicable: "How can you say there's no mother? Mother is lying here perfectly fine, how can you say there's no mother?"
The midwife was taken aback. She thought that Yan Ruyu was young and this was probably the first time she had encountered something like this, so she must be feeling bad. She was going to say a few words of comfort to her and tell her not to take it too hard. There are risks involved in childbirth, and no one can predict the outcome.
Unexpectedly, Yan Ruyu had this attitude, and stubbornly insisted that Liu was perfectly fine.
The midwife was getting a little angry: "Why are you still being so stubborn, girl?"
I've been delivering babies for decades, what haven't I seen?
After more than two hours of struggling and bleeding from two large basins, Liu was finally on the verge of death.
It's obvious the child is alive, and Liu is gone. Why are you stubbornly refusing to acknowledge it?
Yan Ruyu was even more puzzled. She had just gone through a lot of trouble to perform a cesarean section and finally managed to save Liu and the child.
Liu was just weak and the anesthesia hadn't worn off yet, so how could the midwife say she was dead?
"Who said she's dead?"
Seeing that Yan Ruyu was still being stubborn at this point, the midwife was so angry that her chest heaved slightly. Forgetting all etiquette, she raised her voice and shouted towards the courtyard, "Zhao Yong! Zhao Yong, come in here right now! Quickly!"
When Zhao Yong heard the child crying outside the courtyard, he almost burst into tears of joy. Zhao's mother bowed repeatedly to the sky and kept chanting, "May the Bodhisattva protect us and may the Buddha show his power."
The two hadn't been happy for long when they heard the midwife's shout. Their hearts skipped a beat, and they rushed into the house.
Zhao Yong's eyes lit up the moment he saw the baby in the midwife's arms, and his face lit up with ecstatic joy.
The midwife handed the baby to him, her voice heavy: "Zhao Yong, it's a big, healthy boy, his cry is very clear, but..."
But Liu is about to collapse. You should go to her quickly and say a few final words to her, so that she won't have any regrets.
These words were like a bucket of icy well water poured over Zhao Yong's head.
The overwhelming joy that had just welled up inside him was instantly swallowed up by overwhelming sorrow, and his hands holding the child froze instantly.
The baby was soft and warm in his arms, and the little body moved slightly, but he felt cold all over, from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.