"It's so late,"
Li Ang frowned, walked to the door, and asked, "Who is it?"
"I am Lu Yi. My mother and I met Dr. Li during the Dragon Boat Festival."
The young female voice outside the door shouted with a cry: "Please save my mother!"
"Um?"
Li Ang looked out through the crack in the door, and his mind flashed back to the mother and daughter he had seen on the Dragon Boat Festival that day by the river, who also wanted to buy hairpins. He immediately removed the door latch and asked the tearful little girl outside the door: "What's wrong with your mother?"
Already?"
"My mother, my mother has a difficult delivery,"
Lu Yi cried and said: "The mother-in-law who delivered the baby said, there is no hope."
"How long has it been difficult to give birth?"
Li Ang instantly woke up from the fatigue of studying, rushed back to the back room, picked up the medicine box containing various chores, and casually kicked the door shut, "Where is he?"
"Not far to the east of the city..."
Lu Yi reluctantly stopped crying and ran ahead to lead Lu.
Li Ang and Chai Cuiqiao followed behind, passed the Zhenzhou Bridge, went into the alleys, and walked around until they came to a secluded courtyard. As soon as they entered the house, they heard the heart-rending wails of a pregnant woman coming from the room.
Voice.
boom!
Li Ang opened the door and saw Lu Yi's mother lying on the bed in pain and sweating, her knees bent and covered with a piece of cloth. The old midwife was sitting on the stool at the end of the bed, with sweat on her forehead.
Seeing Li Ang rushing in, the old midwife was startled, "How could you barge in, little man..."
"I'm Li Ang."
Li Ang blocked the old midwife's mouth with one sentence. Without thinking too much, he directly squeezed past the other party's position to observe.
"Intrauterine contractions are weak and the fetal head does not descend."
Li Ang's heart sank, he stood up and asked the old midwife with all his face, "When did the mother start giving birth? How many hours has it been now?"
"Seven, no, eight hours!"
The old midwife counted her fingers and asked with a pale face: "Is Xiao Langjun the little miracle doctor who got the recommendation letter from the academy?"
"it's me."
Li Ang didn't talk nonsense to her and glanced at Lu Yi's mother's face, which was as pale as paper.
During the eight-hour delivery process, the mother has already lost her strength. Every minute of delay means more danger to the fetus and the pregnant mother.
"We must find a way to deliver the fetus."
Li Ang pursed his lips tightly. The best solution at this time was cesarean section, but without anesthesia and a sterilized environment, cesarean section was undoubtedly a fantasy.
"Forces!"
Li Ang clenched his fist hard and looked at Lu Yi, "Do you have a pen and paper? Bring it over quickly. I want a thinner brush."
"Yes, yes."
Lu Yi, whose face turned pale, quickly ran to get a pen and paper. Li Ang picked up a pen and drew three separate forceps-like patterns on the paper. They were the front view, the left view, and the top view of the midwifery forceps.
Next to each picture, specific dimensions and instructions are marked.
"Wait here, take care of the mother, and boil the hot water. I'll be right back!"
Li Ang shouted deeply, took the instructional drawing of the midwifery forceps, asked Lu Yi, Chai Cuiqiao and the old midwife to take care of the mother, and then rushed out and went straight to Pu Liuxuan's residence.
Fortunately, the two places were not far apart. Li Ang ran as fast as he could and knocked on Pu Liuxuan's door, panting, "Teacher, teacher, is Senior Brother Cheng here?"
"The sun is rising."
Pu Liuxuan yawned and pushed open the door. When he saw Li Ang's anxious expression, he immediately stopped feeling sleepy and said seriously: "What's wrong?"
Li Ang shook the drawing in his hand and said urgently: "There is a woman who is having difficulty in giving birth and she needs Brother Cheng's help in making midwifery equipment using iron casting."
Pu Liuxuan glanced at the drawings and said very quickly: "Ju Xiu is not here. He found a place to stay in a courtyard by himself. No. 3 Xianjing Street. I don't know if he is still here."
"Thank you, teacher."
Li Ang cupped his hands, took the drawing, turned around and ran to Xianying Street, looking for the door number. Just as he was about to knock on the door, he found that the courtyard door was not closed.
Pushing open the wooden door, Cheng Juxiu was sitting in the courtyard, with a solemn expression and his right hand stretched out. Under the palm, the flying sword was floating, with green sword light lingering on both sides of the sword blade.
The person facing Cheng Juxiu was a figure standing on a large branch in the courtyard.
He was wearing a bamboo hat with a circle of black gauze hanging around it, and his whole body was covered in black night clothes. Only the palms holding two long and narrow daggers were exposed, and his face and gender could not be seen clearly.
The two sides were silently building up fighting spirit. The dust on the ground was slowly flying. A phototactic insect instinctively wanted to pounce on the candle on the stone table next to Cheng Juxiu. As soon as it crossed the central axis of the confrontation, it was sliced into pieces by invisible forces without any ripples.
The two halves fell to the ground.
Li Ang's sudden intrusion was like a stone hitting a calm lake, causing ripples.
Both sides remained silent, silently turning their gazes towards him.
Cheng Juxiu squeezed out a smile and said, "The sun is rising."
Li Ang pursed his lips slightly, "Senior brother...are you busy?"
"Um."
Cheng Juxiu nodded, "An old friend is visiting. Do you have anything?"
"A woman had difficulty in giving birth and needed to use cast iron to make midwifery forceps to help her deliver her baby."
Li Ang hesitated and said, "Senior brother, are you in the way?"
"It's okay."
Cheng Juxiu waved his hand, summoned the breeze out of thin air, and swept away the drawings in Li Ang's hand.
Snapped.
Cheng Juxiu pinched the drawing, glanced at it, ignored the "old friend" who was still standing on the branch, bent down, picked up the iron box on the ground, and calmly took out two silver ingots from the iron box.
Just like last time, turn the button on the iron box to release the flame and melt the silver ingots.
While casually asking: "Risheng, what are midwifery forceps?"
"An instrument that assists mothers in delivering their babies, which can solve the problem of dystocia in the fetal head position, shorten the second stage of labor, and terminate pregnancy as early as possible."
Li Ang glanced at the unknown man in black on the branch, and said solemnly: "The midwifery forceps can clamp the fetus' head like pliers to clamp things, and during the delivery process, it can assist the delivery of the fetus through pulling force.
Since the shape of the forceps is curved and can fit the fetal head, as long as it is used properly, it will not cause strain on the fetal head.
This will increase the probability of survival of the mother and fetus in the event of a dystocia accident."
Cheng Juxiu, who was unleashing the art of iron casting, said in surprise: "Did you invent it yourself?"
"So... right?"
Li Ang replied hesitantly.
In fact, the history of forceps can be traced back to the murals of the Ptolemaic Dynasty in 250 BC. Doctor Galen in ancient Greece also used early forceps, but now is not the time to explain so much.
"Women in the world have difficulty giving birth. Many mothers unfortunately die in childbirth. Children's birthdays have also become mothers' Good Friday."
Cheng Juxiu said in a serious tone: "If the midwifery forceps are really effective, you will definitely be admitted to the academy based on this alone. Zhenzhou and even the state capitals of the Yu Kingdom will build shrines in your honor to thank you for your immeasurable merits.
"
"If it works, it will be good if it can save people."
Li Ang shook his head. For some reason, the hostility of the man in black on the branch seemed to have faded a lot.
This chapter has been completed!