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【1768】will die

All her energy was focused on the tactile information on the back of her fingers and the entire right hand.

The mother may not be able to do it herself, but uterine contractions always exist on their own. It is nature that gives the mother and baby the power to save themselves. Doctors must work hard to grasp this...and for other things, rely on other tissues in the mother's body.

Movement power, such as uterine power, lubrication of amniotic fluid, etc., the doctor needs to rely on hand feeling during labor to develop it.

Come on, baby.

The fingertips trembled, and the smart baby found the strength of the mother's contractions and activated the power to twist her body. Immediately seizing this opportunity, Xie Wanying slightly bent her fingers to help the baby bend its head and twist.

Smart Baby is so awesome. Everyone saw that the mother’s belly seemed to be moving and the baby was successfully transferred.

Baby, come again, come again, don’t stop.

When the others saw this, they really didn't expect much from the mother. They all stared at the little baby in the mother's belly and screamed in their hearts.

After the baby completed the rotation beautifully with the help of the doctor's fingers, he continued to look for the strength of the mother's uterine contractions and the doctor's sister's fingers. With a contraction, the little baby hugged himself tightly, making the perfect posture of hibiscus leaking out of the water in the mother's belly, and contracted.

Lifting her buttocks and lower legs, following the push of the mother's uterus and the slippery amniotic fluid, the little head popped out of the mother's cervix.

That's great, honey. The doctor must sincerely praise it in his heart.

The mother on bed No. 1 was wheezing on the delivery bed because she felt she had no strength to give birth.

The scene fell into silence. At this juncture, the air was as fiery as a high-temperature furnace reaching hundreds of degrees, and everyone was sweating profusely.

Dr. Peng put down the forceps and instead used his own hands to push the mother's uterus, pushing the baby's buttocks and legs.

Such a smart baby, don’t use forceps at will.

Dr. Zheng stood next to Classmate Xie and stared at the classmate harder.

Forceps are traction forces. Similarly, if the doctor's hands can achieve the traction force of the forceps, there is no need to use the forceps. The forceps are just a tool to facilitate the doctor's hands to work harder. Both the teacher and the baby believe that her hands can do it.

Xie Wanying worked harder. At this moment, all her clothes were stuck to her skin with sweat, like a wet old cow pulling in a swamp.

I remember that in school, regardless of whether it was cold winter or summer, I would run every morning and practice the horizontal bar. It was really just for this day. Adjust your breathing and strength and try again.

Just like a cesarean section, I felt that one shoulder of the baby came out first. Xie Wanying and the surrounding medical staff wanted to shout in their hearts: Good job, we can see the light of day.

However, when the other shoulder was about to come out, it suddenly fell into crisis and it was a bit difficult.

"Work hard! Look, your baby is about to come out." The old midwife patted Mother No. 1 on the shoulder, asking her to cheer up and give it one last try.

Mother No. 1 had snot and tears flowing into her mouth, while she was panting heavily, and her hands were so hard that they fell down. The hard work of being a mother is real. No matter who has doubts about this, they only need to look at this moment.

The mother's husband stood up and looked at the door of the delivery room. His tears fell again uncontrollably and he covered his face with his hands again.

"I have no strength, I really have no strength." After saying these words, mother No. 1 gasped, screamed in pain, and fell directly on the delivery bed.

No. A bunch of doctors and nurses were shouting in their hearts. The baby in the middle of the jam is going to die.

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