Farming: I dressed up as a widow and beat my parents-in-law violently

Po Wen took off Zhao Yuefang's pants, reached into the cervical canal with her hand, and after judging a few fingers, she turned to Yan Xia and Zhao Xinrong and said.

"Hey, I looked at the kitchen. There's nothing shit. There's nothing to eat. You can't let her eat weeds. That's all. I'll go back and make her some egg custard. Sister Xiaoxia, you stay here and watch. Come on, if you need anything, call me and I’ll be right back.”

Zhao Xinrong left in a hurry.

Yan Xia didn't even have time to respond to her.

"hiss--"

"Uh-"

"It hurts, it hurts so much——"

After Po Wen touched Zhao Yuefang's belly, her brows knitted together.

"It's not good. The baby is too big to give birth to. Didn't you just say that she is only eight months old? Why is an eight-month-old baby so big and her belly is like a twin? Hey, this is the first time I have seen it. The mother usually The lining is too strong. If the child is too big, then the mother will have a narrow escape. You, the mother-in-law, are really like this. She has never given birth to a child, haven't you? Hey, no matter how hard you try to tease your wife, You can’t harm other people’s lives—”

Po Wen sighed several times and shook her head.

She was picked up by carriage.

It was Zhao Xinrong's youngest son who drove Yan Xia's carriage to Aoshan Village to invite him.

So she didn't know much about Zhao Yuefang's situation.

She thought Yan Xia was her mother-in-law.

So much so that the look he looked at Yan Xia was a bit reproachful.

"Aunt, aunt, she is not my mother-in-law. My mother-in-law is in jail. Don't blame Aunt Yan. She, she is a good person..."

Zhao Yuefang was throbbing in pain, and Po Wen could be heard blaming Yan Xia.

She tried her best to explain.

"Uh, it's not your mother-in-law, uh..."

Po Wen was so embarrassed.

Yan Xia didn't care, after all, Po Wen also had good intentions, and then changed the subject. "Not twins? Then may I ask, can it be done sideways?"

"Side cut?" Po Wen was puzzled.

"Just use scissors to cut it open, otherwise the baby will be too big to be born."

Yan Xia kept talking and gesticulating, fearing that the words she used were too shocking and would frighten Zhao Yuefang.

"It must be cut. It turns out that this is called side incision. Sister, do you know medical skills?"

Grandma Wen's family has been delivering babies for generations. She is illiterate and does not know herbal medicine. She only knows how to deliver babies.

When I heard Yan Xia's words, I thought she was a female doctor.

"I don't understand. I just read some medical books. If it is a side incision, will I suffer less? Do I need to prepare hemostatic medicine?"

"If you have one, you can prepare it. The child is too big. I'm afraid it won't be possible to cut a small incision. But the incision is too big and needs to be sutured with intestinal wire. I don't have any, so I said she will suffer. It's so pitiful." .”

Po Wen is used to life and death.

She has delivered hundreds of babies.

At least ten died in childbirth.

With good luck, the fetus came out, but the mother suffered from hemorrhage. But with bad luck, mother and child died together.

But if the child falls into the basin.

Even if you want to take it, there is nothing you can do.

If someone is cruel, they will cut open the mother's belly with a knife and take out the child while she is still alive.

This is called protecting the small but not the big.

Another method is to use scissors to cut up the child born feet first bit by bit, and then take it out from the mother's lower body. This is called preserving the big but not the small, but unfortunately she has never seen it.

There was something she didn't say.

The number of mothers who died in her hands today may be eleven.

"Cagut? Is it catgut?" Yan Xia asked.

"Yes, this thing is very expensive. More capable doctors will make it themselves to suture larger wounds. But they are men. Even if they come, they can't suture the mother, unless she doesn't want it. reputation, and even if she agrees, you have to ask her husband's family. Not many people can bear it, so you can only ask a female doctor with medical skills to suture the mother. Hey, I don't know how... ..”

"what--"

Po Wen's words were interrupted by Zhao Yuefang's scream.

"It hurts so much, ah——"

"Don't scream, don't scream, just be patient. If you don't have the strength to scream again, it's really over." Wen Po quickly comforted her.

"I'll boil the water and get a pair of scissors. You watch her."

"Hey, okay." Po Wen agreed quickly, as the amniotic fluid was almost gone.

If you don't give birth, the child will either be suffocated into a fool or suffocated to death.

There is no third way.

Yan Xia left Zhao Yuefang's house and was about to go back to boil water and get scissors. Suddenly, she saw a pink cylindrical flower on the roadside, which was very similar to the medicinal materials she had seen in medical books.

It is called Diyu and can be used to stop bleeding.

Yan Xia was overjoyed.

She picked two plants and kept only the roots. After taking them home and washing them, she looked through the medical books.

After checking the method of use, decoct the Sanguisorba bark mixed with brown sugar in water.

In addition, the latte pot is boiling water.

As for the scissors, she wiped them clean, soaked them in some liquor left at home, burned them on fire, and then put them in the basin with a clean towel.

When the medicine was ready, Yan Xia put it in a bamboo tube and put it in a basin.

Carrying a basin in one hand and a wooden bucket filled with hot water in the other, she went to Zhao Yuefang's house.

When we arrived, Zhao Xinrong was already here.

"Has the child been born?" Yan Xia asked.

"Not yet. It's almost half an hour after I finished eating the egg custard and I haven't given birth yet. The amniotic fluid has dried up. What should I do?"

Zhao Xinrong was running around anxiously.

It was as if Zhao Yuefang was her daughter-in-law.

"Sister, have you brought the scissors? I can't wait any longer."

Po Wen was sweating profusely.

"Here it comes, and there is hot water. Do it quickly. If it doesn't come out again, the child will be hypoxic."

Everyone present was in a hurry, so no one paid attention to the last two words Yan Xia said.

They don't know what oxygen is.

All I know is that the child cannot be born and will be suffocated to death.

"Crack--" The sound of cutting meat makes people shudder.

"Ahhhhhh--" Zhao Yuefang howled in pain several times and passed out.

Yan Xia glanced at it and saw only the cut on the side, which was almost close to the anus. The cut was really too big and it would be difficult to grow it without suturing.

Clusters of blood sprouted out.

Po Wen pinched Zhao Yuefang's body with her nails, causing her to wake up. "You can't sleep. Hurry up and push harder. If it doesn't come out again, the child and you will both die."

Zhao Yuefang heard this.

An unknown force suddenly gathered in his body.

She roared like a tiger in the mountains. "ah--"

Plus Wen Po's hand pushing action.

The child was born directly.

Very silky.

"Wow wow wow -" Zhao Yuefang laughed tiredly when she heard the child's cry.

Passed out again.

"The blood is flowing more and more. No, we have to use that method. Can you please light a fire and borrow the fire tongs at home."

Po Wen was cruel.

Seeing that pinching people doesn't work.

Be prepared to attack hard.

If the mother could still be saved, she would never use this trick.

If you fall for this trick, it means you have reached a critical juncture.

"Can't you take medicine?"

Yan Xia asked.

"She can't drink the medicine if she doesn't wake up. And if the hole is not closed, the medicine won't work. The hole is too big and won't grow on its own, so she has to use tongs. However, the tongs can make the hole open. They stick together, but I’m afraid it won’t be easy for the mother to have sex in the future.”