Bai's weak shouting came from the inner room, and Po Wen kept saying: "Madam, I can only endure it now, it's not time to exert any force."
Yang Mo kept looking at the hourglass next to her.
"Can it be cured?" Shen Weiyan's condition has improved significantly after the blood transfusion.
Wang Zhenting used him to scare Miss Yang, but Miss Yang was not afraid. Instead, she tried her best to heal his injuries. In the final analysis, it was because he overestimated his ability to save Aunt Lu and Sister Hui that he caused such trouble.
Yang Mo raised her eyes and looked at Shen Weiyan, and Shen Weiyan immediately understood the deep meaning in her eyes.
Bai's disease cannot be cured. Just as Mr. Bai diagnosed before, this disease cannot be cured at all.
Miss Yang was buying time just for him.
Shen Weiyan's brows knitted together, with a worried look in his eyes.
Yang Mo stitched the last stitch, applied the powder to the wound and simply bandaged it, and then stood up.
Shen Weiyan's eyes were extraordinarily bright, and there was an emotion that seemed very sad. Yang Mo nodded gently, trying to be as relaxed as possible. Even if Shen Mengyun didn't find anyone, she would think of a way to escape.
Wang Zhenting roared uncontrollably, causing Po Wen to scream in fright, "Master, it's really not the right time. How can it be so easy to give birth... No... No, I don't want to think of a way..."
Then there was a sound of bowls falling to the ground.
Yang Mo frowned and opened the curtain, and saw Po Wen shivering in the corner.
"Master Wang, haven't you heard that when a melon is ripe, it will fall off? What will happen if you force Wen Po to deliver the baby?"
When Miss Yang's voice came, everyone in the room seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and no longer felt so frightened. Only Miss Yang could temporarily suppress Wang Zhenting.
Yang Mo looked at Bai's condition. Uterine contractions would increase the amount of blood flow in the heart. If Bai hadn't taken medicine or acupuncture, she would have fainted by now. She looked at Bai's eyes that were barely open, and her eyes were slowly opening. Lazy, "If my wife falls asleep, she won't be able to give birth to the child."
Hearing this, Mrs. Bai clenched her fingers tightly and reluctantly raised her eyes.
Wang Zhenting looked at the undaunted Mr. Yang, but he couldn't muster the energy to shout at Mrs. Wen. Instead, he stood aside and looked at Ms. Bai nervously.
"Prepare hot water, sterilized knives, scissors, cloth towels..." Yang Mo looked at Po Wen, "How is it? Maybe she has given birth?"
Po Wen nodded, "Okay, okay."
The next is the most critical time. Heart failure patients cannot exert force, otherwise the heart will not be able to withstand the huge load.
The servants in the room were busy going back and forth, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
Originally, the servants didn't quite understand the current situation, but after watching it in fear all night, they also found some clues. Several young maids couldn't help crying.
What should I do if the eldest lady cannot save the mother and son?
Po Wen didn't know what to do, so she bowed and looked at Yang Mo, "Miss, madam, I have never done anything wrong in a situation like this. Whatever you say, I will follow your arrangements." The only thing she can do now is The one I rely on is Miss Yang.
Not only does she have to rely on Miss Yang, but everyone here has to rely on Miss Yang.
Yang Mo looked at Po Wen and said, "Just deliver the baby in the usual way and tell me when the fetal head is exposed."
Po Wen nodded repeatedly.
Everyone was ready. Yang Mo looked at Bai, "Now take a long breath and exert force slowly as I said."
Bai's jaw.
Yang Mo put her hand on Bai's belly, carefully feeling the contractions, "Do as I say and push harder."
Bai held Wang Zhenting's hand and took in a long breath to sink all his strength.
"Yes, that's it. Relax now, and then push harder when I say push harder."
Bai was out of breath, Yang Mo looked at Po Wen, "How are you doing? Can you see the fetal head?"
Wen Po shook her head.
"Then rub it, no matter what method you use, and help her push the baby down together."
Po Wen wrapped Bai's belly with a sheet, and Yang Mo said, "Push hard."
Mrs. Bai closed her eyes and exerted all her strength. Po Wen said from the side: "I see it, I see the head."
Yang Mo immediately walked over and took out something wrapped in cloth from the tool box.
"What is this?" Po Wen couldn't help but shout.
It was she who performed the forceps. The patient with heart failure could not use any strength during the second stage of labor, so the doctor had to use forceps to help pull the baby out.
Po Wen watched Yang Mo bring the forceps over and stood there not knowing how to help.
Seeing the strange thing in Yang's hand, Wang Zhenting took a breath of air, his hands and feet suddenly became cold, and his whole body seemed to be frozen.
He handed the lives of his wife and children into the hands of his enemies, but at this moment he could not open his mouth to stop. He did not know what the consequences of Yang's actions would be, whether he would save his wife and children, or kill them.
Yang Mo placed the forceps on the baby's head and then slowly applied force.
Po Wen opened her eyes wide.
"It's out, it's out," Po Wen didn't know what she was saying, but she just couldn't stop, "It's out, it's out, it's out..."
The strange thing pinched the child out.
Wen Po stretched out her hand to pick up the baby, and the sound of the baby crying suddenly came from the room.
A smile appeared on Mrs. Bai's face on the bed, and she suddenly relaxed. She turned her head and looked at Wang Zhenting, "Master... I always thought about... having a child... Finally... I got my wish... Master..."
Bai Shi started coughing as he spoke.
Wang Zhenting said: "You can take care of her with peace of mind, don't talk, and take good care of her."
Bai raised her head and said, "Child... let me see the child..."
Wang Zhenting immediately urged the child, "Hurry and bring the child over."
A mother-in-law sent the child over. When Po Wen was about to look at the afterbirth, she found that Bai's blood was bleeding a lot. She couldn't help but exclaimed, but found someone holding her wrist. Po Wen turned her head and saw the calm Yang Da.
Miss.
Wen Po let go of her hand, and congestion immediately appeared on Bai's leg, which was a symptom of skin bleeding.
Mei Xiang held the blood bottle in her hand, just waiting for the eldest lady to speak.
Yang Mo said, "Blood transfusion."
Mei Xiang immediately put the blood bottle on the shelf, and Yang Mo neatly inserted the needle into Bai's blood vessel.
Bai looked at the infant child greedily. She thought she would never have the chance to see the child in her belly come into this world, but now this soft little body was so close to her.
While Bai Shi and Wang Zhenting focused their attention on the child, Yang Mo nodded to Qiu Tong. Qiu Tong bit her lips and quietly walked aside to send a few young maids away.
Shen Weiyan was involved before. She couldn't escape because Shen Weiyan was injured. She had to stop Shen Weiyan's bleeding immediately. Now that Shen Weiyan's injury was temporarily stable, she should find a way to escape temporarily.
Bai gave birth to a child, and the child's cry was loud, but it made everyone relax. It was as if something had been accomplished. It was time to take a breath and rest. Only Yang Mo, a doctor, knew best that Bai's
My body could no longer hold out for a cup of tea, so everyone had to leave quietly before Wang Zhenting could react.
Just as Yang Mo was thinking about it, the little maid next to her suddenly shouted, "Blood...blood..."
Wang Zhenting followed the little maid's gaze and saw blood flowing out of Bai's ears. Just for a moment, Bai's nose also began to bleed.
Yang Mo raised her head and glanced into the room. Now only she, Mei Xiang, Po Wen and the shouting maid were left in the entire inner room.
There was just a little bit, just a little bit, that they could leave the house and go to the yard, where they would at least have a place to hide.
"Ms. Yang," Wang Zhenting stood up like an enraged beast and walked towards Yang Mo, "What's going on? Stop the bleeding. Quick... stop the bleeding..."
It's not that she doesn't want to stop the bleeding. Bai's heart failure and disseminated intravascular coagulation after childbirth are hopeless. Even in a modern operating room with heparin, enough oxygen, and various coagulation drugs, it may not be possible.
Save Bai... Bai will soon bleed from many parts of her body.
Seeing Wang Zhenting blackmailing Miss Yang, Bai Shi tried her best, "Thanks to Miss Yang... Master... you still don't understand... I was wrong... I'm sorry to the Yang family... and now I'm... sorry for me..."
Miss Yang...Master...God has eyes...and will not let us go," Bai Shi said and gasped, "I...have never...persuaded the master...I am also guilty...Master...
Bai's face was pale and he coughed up bright red blood, but he looked at Wang Zhenting with dark eyes, "Master..."
Blood kept flowing from Bai's mouth. Bai was breathing hard, like a fish out of water. His whole body was trying to jump, but he couldn't get any oxygen.
Seeing that Bai's eyes were gradually losing their brightness, Wang Zhenting seemed to have gone crazy. He drew out the short blade he had prepared and pressed it against Yang Mo's roar, with a ferocious face, "Cure her, I will let you cure her."
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Yang Mo tentatively went to get something from the medicine box, but Wang Zhenting's knife did not move away but pressed her even tighter, as if he knew she wanted to get away.
Wang Zhenting raised his eyes and found that most of the people in the room had left. He looked at Yang Mo fiercely, "You lied to me, you bitch, you lied to me."
"If you don't cure her right away, I will kill you. I will kill you."
The cold blade seemed to be able to pierce her skin at any time. Wang Zhenting's hand clenched the handle of the knife tightly. As long as she exerted slight force, her blood would splash out. Yang Mo suddenly felt a chill spreading along the blade.
It reached the bottom of her feet.
In an instant, all the memories of two lives flooded into her mind.
She can't die, she can't die here.
Yang Mo turned her head, and the curtain next to her gently moved. Yang Mingshi's anxious face was behind the curtain, and there was a sapphire blue skirt next to Yang Mingshi.
It's just one step away from her and she can walk out.
Dong Zhao held the hilt of the sword, and Wang Zhenting put the sword against Miss Yang's neck. He was still a step too late. Even if he had been a moment earlier, he would not have been in the current situation.