Mrs. Li just stood up, and the mother in charge had already come to announce the good news with a smile, "Grandma has given birth to a young master."
The ladies in the clan camp all stood up and congratulated Mrs. Li, "We are also taking advantage of the good fortune, and we may be able to add children to our family."
Mrs. Li was relieved and smiled, "I've been in a state of confusion. If it weren't for the help of all the ladies, I don't know what to do."
The lady next to her smiled and said: "Sister-in-law is a blessed person. Grandma has survived the difficult birth. She will be rich and powerful in the future."
Everyone knows the meaning of this sentence. The Li family's children will inherit the title of King Kang in the future. Recently, the news has been spreading in the clan camp. What's more, now that the Li family has a grandson, everyone is willing to follow the clan's prosperous descendants.
There is a step-heir inside.
The room was very lively, everyone was talking happily. Mrs. Li was about to go see her daughter-in-law Shan, when she saw Mrs. Shan's mother coming over with a pale face. Mrs. Li frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"
The mother knelt down to salute and lowered her voice, "Grandma's afterbirth still won't fall off. The doctor even used a needle and I don't know if it will go smoothly..."
Li's relaxed mood suddenly became tense, "Where's Po Wen? What did Po Wen say?"
The mother said: "Mr. Wen said that the afterbirth is still there, but there are signs of dystocia and hemorrhage. The two women are rubbing my wife's belly."
Mother's face was very nervous, and there was no trace of smile on Mrs. Li's face. The guests next to her stopped talking, and the room suddenly became quiet.
Before the mother could finish her words, Uncle Zhou's shouting voice could be heard clearly, "Treat it, you will find a way for me to treat it. No matter what, you will find a way for me. Otherwise, if something goes wrong in the slightest, I won't be able to spare you."
The ladies looked at each other, but they didn't expect that after the child was born, the eldest grandmother was in danger. How could a newborn child not have a mother? Besides, it would be unlucky for the child to kill its mother after birth.
Mrs. Li told the mother, "Let Po Wen cure it quickly. Can the doctor prescribe a prescription? Go and make some medicine."
The mother nodded hurriedly, "Everything is already being done." But Granny Wen made it clear that this situation is not safe for adults.
Poor grandma, she had a severe stomachache, but her afterbirth showed no sign of falling off.
"Trash, let someone call the imperial doctor." Uncle Zhou's roar came again from Shan's yard.
"What should I do?" Li couldn't wait any longer and hurriedly went to Shan's yard to see what was going on.
The two stable women who helped Shan give birth persuaded Shan in the room, "Grandma, please use your strength. Don't let yourself get discouraged."
Shan's face was pale, her temples were wet with sweat, and she kept shaking her head, "I don't have the strength... I... can't use my strength."
Mrs. Li opened the curtain in front of her and saw two panicked women, "Hurry up and cover grandma with a quilt, and ask the imperial doctor to come and perform acupuncture."
Wenpo hurriedly responded.
The room was in a hectic state. It took a long time for Mrs. Li to come out of the room. The lady next to her hurriedly came up to her and said, "It would be better to go to the ancestral hall to burn incense and ask for the blessings of our ancestors."
Mrs. Li nodded.
Uncle Zhou was asking the doctor, "If one method doesn't work, is there any other way?"
The doctor lowered his head for a while and then said: "When grandma gave birth, even the acupuncture was done by a female official. Why don't we invite the female doctor to come for diagnosis and treatment? Let's talk to Miss Yang from Baohe Hall... maybe there is a way."
The doctor mentioned Mr. Yang, and Mr. Li was stunned, as if a theatergoer was suddenly pulled to the stage and forced to act out the joys, sorrows, and sorrows for the audience to watch.
"You haven't invited me, but you don't want to come?" the lady next to me whispered.
Li's words that were intended to add fuel to the flames and disparage Yang now sounded different. The same thing was done by the same person, but the mood was completely different.
Li said: "They are all the most experienced Wen Pos in the capital. After a while, they just came down."
The other ladies nodded after hearing this, "Bodhisattva bless me, I hope so."
"Hemorrhagic collapse, who said hemorrhagic collapse?" The uncle of the Zhou family stretched out his hand and pulled up the doctor's shirt, "You said that?"
The servants nearby persuaded the uncle of the Zhou family, "Uncle, uncle, the doctor just said that it is possible, please let go!"
At this time, many people in the Zhou family were already confused.
"Sir," the imperial doctor from Taiyuan Hospital came out of the inner room, "you have misunderstood the doctor. The doctor said that Miss Yang can do blood transfusions. In case of hemorrhagic collapse, we should invite Miss Yang."
The word "blood transfusion" reminded everyone.
In the entire Zhou Dynasty, the only person who could do blood transfusions was Yang. If she was not invited, was there another way to go?
Everyone looked at Mr. Li.
Mrs. Li only felt her lips were numb. She ordered her family to go to Baohe Hall to hurt Mr. Yang. Now that her family really wanted to invite her, how could she get them?
"Uncle, I'd better go and invite him just in case. It would be a good idea to have another doctor."
The uncle of the Zhou family turned to look at Mrs. Li, "I'll go and invite Miss Yang." At this time, he couldn't care so much, as long as his wife and children were safe, that was better than anything else.
Mrs. Li's expression suddenly changed. Seeing her son stepping out of the yard, she hurriedly followed him.
When there was no one else around, Mrs. Li grabbed her son's sleeve and said, "Are you crazy? The doctor hasn't taken any medicine yet, why are you in such a hurry? Even if you invite me, it will be a servant of the family..."
The uncle of the Zhou family turned to look at Li, "I know that mother and father are planning to let the second brother inherit the title of King Kang. Asking people to invite Yang is just an insult to others. How can anyone come here if he is not a fool? If Sanniang is fine, then
That’s all, I’ll just turn a blind eye, life is at stake now, and my mother wants to exchange what she got for something uncertain, isn’t that stupid?”
"Father, mother is only protecting Princess Xuan, but you know that the real power lies in the hands of Prince Xuan."
Before the uncle of the Zhou family could finish speaking, he felt a bit of biting wind blowing past his nose and then being slapped firmly on his face.
The uncle of the Zhou family raised his head and saw the furious Zhou Chengji.
"You treacherous son, I told you not to invite the doctor to come over for diagnosis and treatment? The whole family is busy with you and Mr. Shan, but you actually said such a thing, you really let the dog eat your conscience."
Uncle Zhou lowered his head, "My son just wants to invite Miss Yang."
Zhou Cheng continued: "A doctor needs you to go there in person."
The uncle of the Zhou family raised his head to meet his father's gaze, "The young master of the Wang family of Chun County was in trouble. Prince Chun County personally begged Miss Yang for help. Now he is asking someone to treat the illness and save the life. Is it possible that he has to maintain his identity? His son only hopes for Miss Yang.
Willing to come."
Zhou Chengji sneered, "I don't believe that I can't do blood transfusions without leaving the Yang family," he said, turning to the steward, "Go and search all over the capital. Anyone who can do blood transfusions will be invited to me. Prince Chunjun's Palace will support her, and I will
I won’t accept this.”
Uncle Zhou's eyes flashed to his wife's appearance when she was pregnant. She obviously looked bad, but when he saw him, he immediately greeted him with a smile, "Dad, my son can't listen to you this time."
Looking at his son's back, Zhou Chengji turned blue with anger, "He sent him to the door before anything happened. This guy is trying to make me angry to death."
Li said: "There is nothing we can do about it. Not to mention the capital, no one in the entire Zhou Dynasty can do blood transfusions. If something happens, it will be too late."
As soon as Li finished speaking, a servant came and said, "Master, Madam, Prince Xuan is here and said that he has something to discuss with him."
In the clan camp, the two families should be very close, but they have never interacted with each other. How could it happen at this time? Li's eyes lit up, "Could it be that the elders in the clan camp told the story about the adoption."
Zhou Chengji shook his head, it was not that simple. Others could never figure out King Xuan's thoughts. Zhou Chengji thought of this, packed up his clothes and went to the front yard to greet Zhou Chengling.
The two brothers sat down in the hall, and Zhou Chengji was thinking about how to get some truth out of Zhou Chengling.
Zhou Chengling's usually clear eyes have a little more gentleness. He is wearing a sky-blue robe with dragon patterns carefully carved on it, which shines brightly in the sun. On his finger is a warm jade ring, engraved with rice grains.
The seal characters, those hooks and strokes, stretched along the fingers, reflecting a certain charm and elegance on his face.
Zhou Chengji was stunned for a moment, as if he was as inconspicuous as the rubble next to the jadeite.
A man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle. If he wears these clothes, he will look aloof. Zhou Chengji picked up the tea bowl and took a sip.
I only heard Zhou Chengling say: "The elders in the clan camp told me about inheriting the title."
Zhou Chengji opened his eyes wide and almost refused to believe his ears. This day finally came to him.
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The uncle of the Zhou family came all the way to Baohe Hall. He followed the waiter into the inner courtyard and saw a petite woman with a scarf on her face. The white-haired old man next to her was talking to her in a low voice.
The look of discussing and asking for advice.
The waiter next to me said: "This is our Miss Yang."
Yang Mo raised her head and saw the uncle of the Zhou family in front of her.
"Ms. Yang Zhuojing has not yet seen her afterbirth. The doctor said that she may be suffering from hemorrhagic collapse. The only pharmacy in the Zhou Dynasty that can transfuse blood is Baohetang. The only one who can treat such a disease is Miss Yang. Please help Miss Yang."
Save Zhuo Jing." The uncle of the Zhou family said and bowed.
Lu Zhi now has no other treatment except blood transfusion. Yang Mo turned her head and glanced in the direction of Lu Zhi and Mr. Lu, "Where is the patient?"
Uncle Zhou's face was filled with shame, "In the clan camp."
Clan? Yang Mo was a little strange. Just now, the people from the clan camp came to cause trouble, but this time they really wanted to seek medical treatment. This man's eyes were bloodshot and his face was anxious. He couldn't pretend to be like this.
Yang Mo turned around and looked at the blood transfusion bottle. If it was really a hemorrhage, it would be too late to mix the blood now.
"Miss, my slave has offended me just now." Uncle Zhou bent down again, "I apologize to you."
Even if what the clan camp did just now was malicious, and now she sincerely comes to seek medical treatment, she has to go. Yang Mo looked at the uncle of the Zhou family, "I'll prepare a medicine box and go with you to have a look."
Uncle Zhou nodded happily.
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Well, I originally wanted to write a chapter with emotional content, but it was too difficult to write and I haven't finished it yet. I'll think about it more carefully.