While drinking morning tea, Sun silently walked up to Jing Jiaren and spread out a magazine about the sequelae of childbirth...
While eating lunch, Sun's little finger pressed the remote control desperately, adjusting to the news about a pregnant woman having difficult labor.
Of course, these small actions of his did not get the adults' ideas.
Jing Jiaren didn't pay attention to what he was reading. She felt too guilty about the big boss and was a little absent-minded all morning.
Suddenly, Ximen Longting grabbed the remote control and turned off the TV.
"Who taught you to eat and watch TV?"
Sun pursed her lips, snatched the remote control back from the table, and pressed the on/off button.
Ximen Longting turned it off again, stretched out his hand, and the remote control fell into the trash can.
The aunt, uncle, son and daughter-in-law on the side did not dare to say anything.
Jing Jiaren came back to her senses: "What's wrong, Ximen Longting?"
"..."
"Why did you throw the remote control away?" Do you think you can do whatever you want in your own home?
If she and Ximen Longting hadn't lingered too late and the aunt insisted on staying for lunch, they would have left now.
There were so many interruptions, and neither father nor son were too polite.
"Who taught him to watch TV while eating?" Ximen Longting's face was grave.
Sun pursed her lips stubbornly, very unhappy.
Jing Jiaren looked at this little guy. His temperament has been unstable recently, and he is as weird and difficult as Ximen Longting!
Suddenly, Sun took a bite of rice and started talking: "Dad."
Those two words almost choked Ximen Longting to death.
Is this kid calling him? I have never heard Sun call him that seriously!
"Is something wrong?!" Ximen Longting raised an eyebrow coldly.
Sun said sternly: "Did you know that pregnant women have a certain mortality rate during childbirth? The news on TV just said that."
Does that have anything to do with Ximen Long Ting?
Jing Jiaren put a chopstick of vegetables into his bowl, thinking that Sun was worried about her physical condition.
"The mortality rate used to be very high, but now that medicine has developed, dystocia is less likely to occur, and there are also caesarean sections."
When she gave birth to her second child, she had it cut off.
"The incidence rate of massive bleeding and acute infection caused by amniotic fluid embolism is 15,000-120,000. Even in modern times with advanced technology, the mortality rate is about 60%. More than 25% of pregnant women with amniotic fluid embolism die within one hour of onset.
"The sun repeater repeated what was in the news, "That is to say, on average, one of the 5,000 to 20,000 pregnant women will develop amniotic fluid embolism."
Everyone was shocked when they heard these words spoken by a five or six-year-old child.
Sun has a serious face and is still giving popular science to the adults: "Amniotic fluid embolism requires three conditions to be met at the same time: amniotic fluid rupture, amniotic fluid pressure is extremely high, and blood vessels rupture. The turbid amniotic fluid flows back into the mother's blood due to pressure and circulates with the blood.
"Amniotic fluid embolism can easily cause complications during delivery such as acute pulmonary embolism, cerebral embolism, anaphylactic shock, disseminated intravascular coagulation, renal failure or sudden death."
Ximen Longting looked at him impatiently: "Don't tell me that your dream when you grow up is to be a gynecologist."
I didn't care about anything when I was young, but now I care about this.
The sister-in-law coughed and spit out a mouthful of rice.
The aunt quickly wiped the dining table with a paper towel and remained silent, only daring to be the background.