The maid clasped her hands together and looked out the window with a pious expression.
Fengjiang touched Qiao Mu's face with one hand and held her hand with the other, continuing to inject Qi into her.
He wanted to give her the best, and as long as she was fine, he would be willing to give her his life.
Feng Jiuer took a deep breath and put down Qiao Mu's hand.
"Keep giving her exercises, otherwise her pulse will stop again at any time."
"Qiao Mu's current condition is such that she cannot give birth on her own. Next, I will open her belly and take out the child."
"Jiu'er, Mr. Bao."
Fengjiang tried his best to squeeze out a sentence.
His eyes returned to Qiao Mu's face, tears falling again.
"Qiao, I know you love our children very much, and I love them too, but I can't lose you, I can't do it."
His sadness infected everyone present, and the maids could not help sobbing.
Feng Jiuer was unusually calm, but what others didn't know was that she had a silver needle stuck in her thigh.
Whenever she feels sad and wants to shed tears, she twists the silver needle.
The pain will keep her awake and calm.
"I can't guarantee whether the baby will survive if it is taken out, but if the baby is not taken out, Qiao Mu will definitely die."
"Spring flowers, summer flowers, let's get started."
Feng Jiuer looked back.
"Yes, Miss Jiu'er."
The two maids said in unison.
"You are afraid that it will affect my work. Whether my wife can survive or not, you are also crucial, understand?"
Feng Jiuer poured some medicine into the hot water dish.
"Wash your hands and go hold Madam's legs."
"yes."
This time, the two maids' responses were particularly loud.
"Sword 1, direction nine o'clock, take two steps forward, extend your palm, and give the Third Emperor Brother a helping hand."
Jian Yi understood Feng Jiu'er's nine o'clock direction and moved forward, placing his big palm on Feng Jiang's shoulder.
The two maids fixed the tree, and Feng Jiuer disinfected it herself.
"The next step is the most critical time. Without anesthesia, the tree is likely to be in pain."
Feng Jiuer put down the disinfectant towel, took the special scalpel, and returned to the bedside.
"It's a good thing that she woke up. Brother Sanhuang, you have to work hard to stabilize her condition. Just leave the other matters to me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Jiuer held a silver knife and went down.
In the room, it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Feng Jiuer's hands were very fast, but Qiao Mu still woke up from the pain.
"Ah..." Her voice was hoarse but quite loud.
"Joe."
Fengjiang stroked her head gently, "Qiao, it's me, I'm back."
"I'm sorry! I just came back now."
Qiao Mu endured the severe pain and slowly opened his eyes: "Fengjiang, you...are back."
"Yes, I'm back."
Fengjiang's eyes were hazy.
Qiao Mu seemed to feel something and wanted to get up.
Fengjiang stopped her movement without using any force.
"Jiu'er is here, don't be afraid! Just cry out if it hurts, I'm sorry! I'm really sorry..." Qiao Mu bit his lip, but after hearing the word "Jiu'er", he relaxed his body.
"Our... ah... child is like... ah..." The wound has been opened, and Feng Jiu'er and a maid are busy.
Feng Jiuer is highly concentrated and flawlessly considers everything else.
The two maids looked at a scene they would never forget, their mouths opened wide and unable to close.
The atmosphere in the room was very tense. Fengjiang kept encouraging him, but Qiao Mu couldn't help but screamed.
Suddenly, there was a "wow" sound, and loud crying sounded in the room.
