There was something in the lower abdomen flowing between the legs, and the stomach began to hurt unbearably. Murong Rong was holding on to a big tree, shaking.
Why does it hurt so much? Is she about to give birth?
Murong Rong's eyes went black from the pain, and he collapsed on the ground, with liquid flowing down between his legs.
Help--
Who will save her, who will save her child——
Murong Rong clutched her belly, her skirt was soaked.
Pedestrians passed by and just looked at her from a distance. No one stepped forward to help her.
Every time I took a breath, my stomach hurt, and the child in my belly kept falling.
"elder sister--"
Mu'er ran over and saw her sister who was turning blue and white. She was frightened: "Sister, what's wrong with you?"
"Mu'er, I'm about to give birth..."
A beggar was passing by and recognized Murong Rong. He picked her up and ran to the settlement, asking Mu'er to find someone.
There was an old lady who was a rag picker who had delivered babies. When she heard the news, she rushed over and asked someone to boil water in preparation for delivering Murong Rong.
"The baby is about to be born, you have to endure the pain and use your strength!"
Murong Rong was so painful that he dragged the quilt on the ground and almost fainted.
There was no medicine or doctor, so Mu'er brought a cup of warm sugar water and fed Murong Rong to drink it.
After drinking a cup of hot sugar water, Murong Rong gained some strength. She gritted her teeth and pushed the child out with all her strength. Due to the force, she even bit her lip and the tip of her tongue was full of the taste of blood.
It hurts!
I really want to die like this——
When I was unconscious, I heard my grandma shouting anxiously: "Son, you must not pass out, you must exert force, and you must give birth. We don't have money to send you to the hospital. If you don't give birth, neither mother nor child will survive!"
"Sister - you can't leave Mu'er alone - sister -" Mu'er cried in her ear and called Murong Rong.
Murong Rong slowly opened her eyes, and Mu'er fed her another half cup of sugar water.
Murongkong took a deep breath and followed Grandma's instructions to push the child out little by little.
She couldn't die. For her and his children, and for Mu'er, no matter how hard or painful it was, she had to hold on.