I am the stepmother of my son, and the little villain has changed into a little cotton-padded jacket

Zhou Tong slowly opened her eyes. The severe pain in her abdomen made her scream in pain as soon as she woke up. She clutched the quilt tightly. The huge pain and endless fatigue continued to invade her consciousness.

Zhou Tong was being tortured by both physical pain and psychological fear at this moment. Her face was extremely pale and her voice was hoarse.

"My stomach hurts so much, I can't stand it..."

The midwife handed the baby in her arms to Liu Sufen, and then immediately went to help another midwife check on Zhou Tong's current condition.

She said anxiously, "Hurry, there is still a baby that hasn't come out yet. We can't even see its head. If this baby doesn't come out, it will suffocate to death!"

After hearing what the midwife said, everyone present panicked for a moment, especially Wen Ruizhou. His usual calm and composed demeanor was completely gone, and his face was filled with panic.

"What should we do? Tong'er, hold on!"

Zhou Tong clutched the quilt tightly and tried several times but couldn't muster any strength. She shook her head in pain and didn't even have the strength to cry out.

Seeing her appearance, Wen Shutang beside her couldn't help but feel worried. It was also her first time to see someone giving birth, and even if she wanted to help, she didn't know how.

She turned her head to look at the door, her heart becoming more and more anxious. Xiao Yizhuo went to ask Xue Ming to come back, why hasn't he come back for so long?

Wen Shutang was thinking this in her heart, and the next second, she heard Wen Yaoshi's surprised voice coming from the yard.

"Mr. Xue! You are here!"

Hearing Wen Yaoshi's words, Wen Shutang was immediately delighted and hurried out to greet Xue Ming. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Xiao Yizhuo, Xue Ming and Xiao Wan standing in the yard, with Afu and Ayi also standing behind them with medicine boxes on their backs.

"Mr. Xue." Wen Shutang stepped forward, his tone a little anxious.

Xue Ming raised his head and saw Wen Shutang, and asked quickly: "How is the mother doing now?"

Wen Shutang took Xue Ming into the room and explained the current situation to him as they walked: "The woman was pregnant with twins. She has given birth to a son and there is another child in her belly. But she just woke up from a coma and has no strength left. The midwife said that if she holds it in for a while longer, the baby will probably die in her womb."

Hearing what Wen Shutang said, Xue Ming immediately understood the urgency of the situation. He turned to look at Ah Fu and ordered without hesitation: "Go and boil a dose of medicine and feed it to the woman in labor. Keep her alive for now."

Ah Fu nodded, then carried his medicine box and went to the kitchen to boil the medicine.

The remaining few people followed Xue Ming into the room. Xue Ming walked to the bed and checked Zhou Tong's condition, which was indeed more urgent than he had imagined.

"Giving birth in shock is the most dangerous thing. When the medicine is ready, give it to the woman in labor."

As Xue Ming spoke, he carefully observed Zhou Tong's condition. Suddenly, he found something wrong. He reached out and gently touched her stomach. His brows immediately frowned.

Seeing Xue Ming's unhappy expression, Wen Ruizhou quickly asked, "Old man, how is Tong'er now?"

"The baby in your belly is obviously in the wrong position. Normally, babies are born head first, but I just pressed it and it doesn't seem to be in the normal position."

As soon as he finished speaking, the midwife immediately agreed, "Yes, that's right, we just discovered that the baby is in the wrong position and can't be delivered."

Xiao Wan, who was standing by, suddenly said, "Master, my aunt's current situation is the same as that of the aunt a few days ago, right?"

Xue Ming nodded and responded to Xiao Wan while preparing to massage Zhou Tong's belly to make the baby's position easier for delivery.

"Yes, it's the same as the situation of the woman who gave birth a few days ago, but it's obvious that this woman's condition is more dangerous now. Wan'er, watch carefully. I will teach you this technique today."

Xiao Wan nodded, then walked forward and stood beside the bed, carefully watching Xue Ming's hand movements, silently memorizing the massage techniques in her mind.

A moment later, Ah Fu came in with a bowl of boiled medicine: "Master, the medicine is ready."

Xue Ming nodded, and before he could say anything, Wen Ruizhou took the bowl of medicine from Ah Fu and carefully helped Zhou Tong drink it.

"Okay, don't be anxious. Now relax and slowly exert force. You must exert force. No matter whether you have the strength or not, you must think about exerting force. Do you understand?" Xue Ming said solemnly.

Hearing what he said, Zhou Tong nodded weakly. She didn't know if it was a psychological self-suggestion, but she felt that she had regained some strength after drinking this black medicine.

Following Xue Ming's instructions, Zhou Tong grabbed the quilt tightly, gritted her teeth and tried her best to give birth.

Xue Ming did not stop his movements, and the two midwives were also doing their best to help Zhou Tong.

But her strength was limited, her breathing was rapid, and she soon lost her strength with heavy gasps.

The midwife said anxiously, "Push harder, it's almost there, the baby is already out! You can see the head, push harder, use a little more strength!"

Xue Ming frowned tightly and looked at Zhou Tong, feeling vaguely that something was wrong.

"Hurry up and stew the ginseng roots, and use them to keep her alive. If this continues, both the mother and the baby will die. We can't delay any longer. Ah Fu!"

Xue Ming shouted without even raising his head, and Ah Fu nodded quickly, turned around and ran out to the kitchen as fast as he could to bring over the ginseng soup that had been stewed in advance and feed it to Zhou Tong.

Wen Ruizhou looked at his wife worriedly. Seeing Zhou Tong's painful expression, he wished he could bear such pain instead of her.

Zhou Tong screamed in pain, sweating all over. The pain was so severe that her consciousness became a little unclear.

There were only Wen Ruizhou, Wen Shutang, Xue Ming, Xiao Wan and two midwives in the room. Liu Sufen had already left the room holding the newborn boy. She had to take good care of the born baby.

Suddenly, the midwife who had been watching over Zhou Tong shouted in panic: "Oh no! The woman is bleeding! It's all blood!"

Everyone's attention was drawn to her by her screams, and they saw that the midwife's hands were covered in blood, which looked very scary.

Everyone's heart was instantly tightened, especially Wen Ruizhou, who looked at Zhou Tong in panic and unconsciously clenched her hand, his voice trembling a little.

"Tong'er, don't scare me! Tong'er!"

As Wen Ruizhou called out to her again and again, Zhou Tong's consciousness gradually faded. Her hands, which had been tightly grasping the quilt, gradually loosened their grip. Her eyes slowly closed, and she seemed to be dead no longer.