Song QingHan took a nap and heard someone knocking at the door and said, "who?"
"I, Xiaoqing."
He opened the door, looked at the small green who pinched the corner of his coat, frowned and said: "looking for tiger again?"
Xiao Qing shook her head and handed over the basket in her hand. She said in a low voice, "my father is much better these two days. He asked me to thank you."
Song QingHan took a look, the basket filled with soybeans, the top is six eggs.
He didn't mention it. When he saw Xiaoqing turning to leave, he thought about it and thought about it. He said, "wait a minute, I'll go with you."
Xiaoqing originally meant the same thing, but he didn't mean to say it when he picked things up too fast.
They walked slowly, but neither of them took the initiative to speak.
Finally, Xiaoqing couldn't stand the silence and asked curiously, "where did you hear about the fact that sewing can sew wounds? In town? "
Song QingHan thought about it, he had to find a source for his own ability, otherwise it was not easy to explain, so he nodded.
Xiaoqing just wanted to say that the people in the town are so fierce, but in a flash, he thinks that song QingHan was driven back to the countryside from the town. If so, would it not be exposing people's scars? So the words to the mouth become: "the town, really fierce ah! No wonder big tiger will marry you
With that, the atmosphere was stagnant, and Xiaoqing wanted to slap herself. Why didn't you mention the pot? Who doesn't know that the man who song QingHan really wants to marry is Lin Dafu? Wu Dahu is fierce in her heart, but it doesn't mean that she is also fierce in Song QingHan's heart!
Song Wu's marriage to the tiger is really serious
After listening to this sentence, Xiaoqing's heart was sour, and the idea of jealousy came out.
Fortunately, they had already arrived in front of his house, otherwise he might have said something.
Song QingHan looked at the wound of Xiaoqing's female father, nodded with satisfaction, and ordered: "the recovery is very good. If it goes on like this, it will take another half a month to remove the stitches. If I forget then, please call me."
Xiaoqing was surprised to cover his mouth and said, "do you want to take out the thread?"
Song QingHan picked his eyebrows and said with a smile: "if you don't tear it down, can you keep it all the time? With meat? "
Xiao Qing's female father imagined the appearance of a thread hanging on her back at any time. She hurriedly said, "take it down, dismantle it. I'm sure I'll dismantle it. That's a big tiger's husband."
Song QingHan nodded and felt that his obligations had been fulfilled in place, so he was ready to go back.
As soon as you go out, your attention is attracted by a group of men walking fast.
"That blood, clattering, has been flowing out of the stomach, can't stop!"
"Ah, so terrible? How can I get it back
"What can I do for you? The child is OK. In that case, even if he is rescued, he can't live for a few days, and his vitality is gone."
The doctor's duty made song QingHan unable to ignore their conversation. He took a few steps forward, grabbed a man's coat and asked, "what blood? Who's in trouble? "
The man turned his head and just wanted to answer. He saw song QingHan as the questioner. A trace of disgust flashed in his eyes. He pulled back his clothes and patted them. He said angrily, "it's really bad luck. I hit a disaster star!"
The performance of the other two is similar, avoiding the cold of Song dynasty like a fierce tiger. One of them spat on the ground and is falling at the feet of song QingHan.
Xiaoqing saw it in the yard, and she could not bear to go out and persuade him: "he has learned some medical skills in the town. Your uncles might as well lead him to have a look. Maybe he can save a life."
The spitting man looked up and down at Song QingHan in a funny way. His contemptuous color spilled over his words, and he dragged his voice: "just him? I'm afraid it's not the "medical skill" of men, is it
Finish saying, three people look at one eye, can Yi can't but smile.
Because it was his own mouth, the three people so ridiculed, Xiao Qing's anger was also stimulated, pointing to his own home: "my female father was cured by him! Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand
However, when you look at the three young people, you should not be influenced by the four
Xiao Qing's face turned red with anger, but she was not able to pull her face like them. She could say anything. She turned to see song QingHan's low brow, and felt some heartache. She suddenly took up his hand and made up her mind to say, "I'll take you there! I can't believe I can't find a place for such a big village! "
Song QingHan was stunned and obediently followed Xiaoqing.
He was just thinking about how to put them down in the three moves. After all, there was an obstacle in his stomach. fre ewebnovel.com
Probably hearing his voice, he suddenly got a kick in the stomach, which made him kick.Seeing that he didn't leave, Xiaoqing asked in a hurry: "what's the matter? Don't you want to go? "
Song QingHan shook his head inexplicably, indicating that he would continue to lead the way, but his right hand was quietly placed on his stomach, as if to confirm that the pain just now was not an illusion.
Sure enough, as Xiaoqing said, the village was so big. After looking for a circle, they finally came to the courtyard of the family.
Seeing that the people inside looked ugly, he anxiously waited in front of a room, and the room kept sending out pots and pans of blood and water. Xiaoqing seemed to reflect what was going on. He suddenly seized song QingHan's hand and said, "you can't go in. The people inside are dystocia."
This is a conventional rule, pregnant men and unmarried female men are not allowed to enter the room of dystocia pregnant men, and it is better not to enter the hospital, so as not to encounter bad luck and have difficulty in childbirth.
Song QingHan didn't know this rule. Even if he did, he would scoff at it.
Let him a doctor do not believe that dystocia is due to abnormal fetal position or fetal size and other scientific evidence, but to believe that it is because of bad luck? Don't think about it in the next life!
Seeing that he insisted on going in, Xiaoqing couldn't stop him. He gritted his teeth and followed him into the yard.
The people in the courtyard saw a strange pregnant man with an unmarried female man coming in, half surprised and half angry, and said, "nonsense! What are you two doing in here? "
Song QingHan Ning eyebrows, quickly rolled up his sleeve and said in a cold voice, "let me go in to see how he is, and whether he can be saved!"
His words probably stabbed the sensitive nerves of all the people in the hospital. One of the young men jumped up and swore: "what can be saved! My husband will be all right! "
Other older men also continued to say: "zhuerji people have their own nature, this Bodhisattva Blessing, will survive."
"Yes, he is wearing the amulet that I once opened in the temple. It is said that the temple is very spiritual and will certainly protect pearl and his son."
"..."
Song QingHan mercilessly pointed out: "can he survive? Do you have no points in your mind? Did Bodhisattva appear in front of you to help him give birth to children? Oh, bless? Get out of the way
Taking advantage of them have not returned to God, song QingHan quickly opened the door and entered the delivery room.
There was a lot of noise outside. It sounded like a mess, but no one dared to break in. I'm afraid one of the reasons was that he might collide with the baby boy, and the other was that he was afraid that he would be unlucky.
Smelling the thick bloody air in the room, song QingHan was deeply depressed and knew that things were more serious than he had imagined.
Seeing that he had a big stomach, he was so scared that he didn't even care about the baby boy. He came to stop him and said in a quick voice: "I dare not! What are you doing with a big belly? Get out of here
Song QingHan, seeing as if he had not heard, pushed aside the producer and went to the bed.
The man named pearl, whose hair and body were already wet with sweat, had a mouth opened in his high stomach, and there seemed to be something struggling to come out of his head. At the same time, there was a trace of blood flowing out.
Song QingHan was shocked. He didn't expect that the man here should give birth to children like this, but he didn't show half of it on his face. He calmly asked, "what should we do next? Why do you say he has dystocia? "
Seeing that he could not persuade him, the situation on Pearl's side seemed to be more dangerous. He quickly put him down, went to Pearl, wiped the sweat on Pearl's forehead with a towel, and anxiously said, "at this time, all the openings should be opened, but he is still tightly closed. The fetus can't come out and the blood can't stop."
"If it doesn't work yet..." he paused and said as if he had made up his mind: "we can only abandon the big and protect the small."
Song QingHan frowned tightly and asked, "if you cut his stomach, can you take the fetus out?"
Chan Gong looked at him as if he was a troublemaker. He taught him, "this is according to the length of the opening. If you open more, there will be a section that can't be closed at that time. Can that person live?"
Although song QingHan didn't know what to shut up, he could probably understand the words of Chan Gong, pondered for a moment, and confirmed: "there are no other side effects... Shortcomings, except for a part that can't be closed up?"
He reflected that the word "side effect" could not be understood by the producer. His tongue turned and he quickly changed the word.
He looked at him reproachfully. If he hadn't got a big stomach, he would have kicked him out.
"I can't close my stomach. What's the disadvantage? Get out of here! Don't make a mess of it
Song QingHan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. His face was always calm during the operation. He turned to open the door and said to the outside: "prepare a high level of wine, put on the needle and thread, boiling water and scissors. Pass it inside the half column incense, or pearl's life will be lost!"
After that, he closed the door and refused to let the property Lord open it. He said in a deep voice, "if you help me, can you make your reputation better, it depends on today!"
The producer responded to his meaning and was shocked in his heart and asked, "do you have a way to save him?"
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