The Queen has arrived: An Lingrong does not want to fight in the palace after her rebirth

On an early spring night, the stove in the house is burning brightly, making people feel as if they are under the warm sun.

But beneath the dark curtain outside the house, so many dirty and secret things are hidden.

Noble Lady Fucha's water has broken, but her cervix has not yet opened, and the fetus is in danger.

After hearing the situation outside, the emperor sighed deeply and said to Zhang Mi:

"Don't hesitate to use medicine and do your best to rescue." But it didn't say who should be taken care of most in case of an accident.

The Queen stood beside him with her hands clasped together, chanting Buddha's name in a low voice, her brows slightly closed, like a Bodhisattva with her eyes lowered.

An Lingrong fed Fu Cha the labor-inducing soup, while the midwife, Madam Liu, gently applied pressure on her belly to help the fetus enter the pelvis.

The pain in her abdomen made Fu Cha Guiren sweat profusely. Her face was covered with sweat and tears. Her eyes were filled with the desire to live. However, the frequent pain tonight made her feel more and more uneasy. She could only ask for affirmation:

"Sister An, I will get through this, right?"

The situation is critical. Only if Fu Cha keeps fighting can he have a chance of survival. An Lingrong's eyes are firm and her tone is resolute: "Sister, as long as you don't give up, you and the child can live safely. Sister, you must not relax."

Having said that, An Lingrong's heart was in a mess. Fu Cha's pulse was disordered, and her blood was surging. If she couldn't give birth within an hour, both the mother and the fetus would be in danger. There was a prescription in the medical book she was reading, but the prescription contained all dragon and tiger medicines. After taking them, the fetus would only have a 20% chance of survival, but it could keep the mother safe. She didn't know what to do for a moment.

Fu Cha was pregnant, and she took every precaution, but in the end she was still plotted against. An Lingrong still doesn't understand where she went wrong?

She checked every daily medical, food and drink item, and paid close attention to everything in the Fucha Palace, from the furnishings to the clothes and bedding. She took precautions against all the methods that the Queen could use in her previous life, and even designed a plan for the Queen to personally ensure the safety of the dragon fetus.

How did the queen manage to get away with so many tricks?

She had been hiding her true abilities since entering the palace, but the queen seemed to be fully aware of her knowledge of medicine.

In today's matter, the Queen's methods were as superb as ever. She was able to kill two birds with one stone without getting involved in any bloodshed. If she did not save Noble Lady Fucha, Fucha's life would be in danger. If she took out a strong prescription and lost the bet, she would not end up well either.

An Lingrong was in great torment, and Noble Lady Fucha was having an even harder time. As time passed, her cervix was only five fingers dilated, while the amniotic fluid in the uterine cavity was getting less and less. If the amniotic fluid ran out, the fetus would have a hard time surviving.

Seeing Noble Lady Fucha's increasingly pale face, An Lingrong made up her mind and walked quickly to the outer room:

"Your Majesty, Sister Fucha is losing her amniotic fluid too quickly, and her cervix has not yet fully opened. If we delay any further, it may be difficult for both of us to survive. Please give your instructions."

Under the candlelight, the emperor looked very heavy. He summoned Zhang Mi and others:

"As Concubine Wen said, does the imperial physician have a plan to achieve both goals?"

Zhang Mi replied with difficulty: "I am a humble minister whose medical skills are not good enough, please forgive me, Your Majesty. I can't think of a solution that will satisfy both of us at the moment."

The Jiang family also has such a risky recipe, but Jiang Shen doesn't dare to take the risk. If he offends the emperor again, it will be difficult for the Jiang family's children to enter the palace to practice medicine in the future. He had no choice but to state that there was no good plan for the time being.

Only Zhou Bing had a worried look in his eyes. He had received the prescription from An Lingrong and had always wanted to find an opportunity to do something for her, but he had never succeeded. He could tell that An Lingrong wanted to save the emperor, but in the royal family, heirs were the most important thing, and the imperial doctors always tried to be cautious in this regard. He was afraid that her words would bring disaster. Sure enough, he heard the queen say:

"Ever since Noble Lady Fucha became pregnant, the Emperor has been very concerned about her. Concubine Wen, do you want the Emperor to give up the heir now?"

The Queen's words only made it clear that An Lingrong had bad intentions. The Emperor's expression became even more solemn, but An Lingrong remained determined:

"I don't deserve the Queen's accusation. I'm just worried that if this continues, Sister Fucha and the dragon fetus will be harmed. It's better to make a decision as soon as possible instead of making it irreversible."

“Princess Wen, although you have only a basic understanding of medicine, the elite members of the Imperial Medical Bureau are here, and they will surely work together to come up with an effective remedy. You speak so confidently, aren’t you afraid that you might make a mistake in judgment and cause the Emperor to lose his child?” The Queen’s hats were getting bigger and bigger.

Neither of them gave in, but the emperor said nothing. He still had a glimmer of hope in his heart. After all, ever since Fu Cha became pregnant, the imperial physician had reported many times that the fetus was strong. He was looking forward to the birth of a healthy child. It was too cruel for him to decide the life or death of the child in Fu Cha's belly at this time. He found it difficult to speak for a while.

After Zhou Bing swallowed some nonexistent saliva, he finally mustered up the courage to speak:

"Your Majesty, what Concubine Wen said is true. Right now, the only way to save her life is to use tiger and wolf medicine to force the opening of her uterus."

The emperor finally spoke slowly: "What is the chance of survival?"

"Twenty percent!"

"Two percent"

An Lingrong and Zhou Bing spoke at the same time. The emperor glanced at Zhang Mi, who was kneeling on the ground with a look of fear on his face. It seemed that this dangerous prescription was the consensus of the imperial doctors, and they just had to wait for instructions.

"Your Majesty, please think twice!" the Queen advised again.

"Your Majesty, time is running out!" An Lingrong urged.

The emperor said with a sad face: "Bring the medicine quickly!"

An Lingrong's tense heart relaxed a little. In the worst case scenario, at least the adults could be saved. As for the children, she could only leave it to fate.

After paying her respects to the Emperor, she went back into the inner chamber to take care of Noble Lady Fucha.

The queen outside the room looked at her back, a smile flashed across her eyes, and then she began to chant Buddha's name in a low voice.

After drinking the strong medicine, Fu Cha was in so much pain that she almost fainted several times. An Lingrong kept feeding her ginseng slices. Half an hour later, when the amniotic fluid had run out, Fu Cha's cervix was finally fully dilated and the child was able to survive.

However, after entering the birth canal, he finally saw the baby's head, but the shoulders were stuck in the birth canal again. Fu Cha had no strength left and fell into a coma.

An Lingrong looked at Nanny Liu with a cold gaze.

"Your Majesty, this child is premature. I have tried my best." Madam Liu was sweating profusely. She had been delivering babies all her life, but this was the first time she had encountered a situation like tonight with premature bleeding, premature rupture of amniotic fluid and shoulder dystocia.

When the Queen was choosing a midwife, she asked Da Hu to find out everything about Matron Liu. An Lingrong felt relieved to keep her because of her superb midwifery skills and her lack of family background. But is the situation really irreversible now?

"Your Majesty, I can bring the dragon fetus out." Nanny Chen beside her suddenly spoke.

The situation was critical, and An Lingrong had already checked Nanny Chen's body thoroughly when she entered the bedroom, so she had no choice but to nod and let her try.

Nanny Chen put her hand into Fu Cha's lower body, and when she turned her palm over, the fetus was held in her hand.

But the fetus' face was blue and purple, and there was no sign of life at all.

An Lingrong was deeply troubled and went to report despite her grief.

Although he was mentally prepared, the emperor still sighed a few times when he heard this, and had no choice but to instruct the imperial physician to take good care of Noble Lady Fucha.

However, after just a moment, Noble Lady Fucha suffered a hemorrhage.