Mo Yan’s first glance upon entering the yard was t with the sight of Lu Zhu, kneeling at the center with a look of terror at Mo Yan, wishing she could flay the woman alive right there and then.
She took a deep breath to suppress the bloody thought and brushed past Lu Zhu, making a beeline for the delivery room where Liu Tinglan was.
As she dismounted and charged directly into the delivery room, passing by Father Shen and Mother Shen, Mo Yan did not forget how her friend ended up in trouble. She did not even greet them, instead coldly leaving a harsh warning, "You’d better pray for Sister Lan’s safety, otherwise..."
The rest of her threat went unsaid, but everyone present could sense the ruthlessness implied in Mo Yan’s words: if anything happened to the woman in labor inside that room, the Shen family would never see another good day.
Hearing the sound of the delivery room door being slamd shut, the midwife, who had been shocked into inaction, snapped to her senses. She slapped her thigh and rushed to the door, pounding on it, "Quick, let in! Any further delay and the child won’t be saved."
The next mont, the door opened again, and it was the maid from the Shen family who had been assisting inside, sent by Mo Yan to boil water in the kitchen.
The midwife seized the opportunity to enter, only to see the woman who had frightened her earlier taking sothing out of her dical bag and forcing it into the mouth of the woman in labor.
"What are you doing?" the midwife exclaid in alarm, rushing forward to intervene without hesitation. "The young mistress is in grave danger already, how can you just shove sothing into her mouth like that? What if it harms the child in her belly?"
Upon hearing this, Mo Yan spared the midwife a glance and, noticing her clean and orderly appearance with fresh blood on her hands, guessed her identity. Her expression softened slightly, "I am a doctor. Sister Lan is in great peril right now and I need to perform a cesarean section on her. Since you can deliver babies, stay and assist !"
As she spoke, she took out a set of tools from her dical bag designed for performing a cesarean section. When she had first learned dicine, she whimsically sketched out all the surgical instrunts she had seen in her previous life and had a blacksmith forge a set from fine iron.
At the ti, she hadn’t planned to use them for surgery on people, but rather thought to explore after her studies whether she could combine Eastern and Western dical practices, integrating the dicine she was learning in this life with the surgical techniques from her previous one to save more lives.
She had used these tools to treat wild animals injured in fights in the mountains and perford cesarean sections on herbivores in the Space with difficult labors. Thanks to the Spiritual Spring Water and priceless trauma dicines she had, her surgeries were very successful; not a single animal died from infection or blood loss. But today was the first ti she would practice on a human, and that person was her best friend!
The midwife looked at Mo Yan in astonishnt, not expecting such a young woman to have the courage to perform a cesarean section. She believed that Mo Yan had dical training but did not trust her skills, urgently advising her, "Better let an old woman like do it. You’re a young girl, your hands may not be steady. Don’t harm the child."
Mo Yan, hearing the genuine concern in the midwife’s voice for her friend’s unborn child, did not hand over the surgical knife. After practicing dicine for so long, how could she be unaware of the midwife’s thod of cesarean delivery? If she had arrived just a bit later, would her best friend have t the sa terrible fate as other won who had been cut open?
Thinking of this possibility, Mo Yan’s expression suddenly turned icy, her hatred for Lu Zhu and the Shen family intensified, and she silenced the midwife’s objections with her authority, "No need, just stand by and assist , the County Lord. If anything happens, I will bear the full responsibility. No one will bla you."
The midwife, still concerned and wanting to say more, suddenly realized that Mo Yan had addressed herself as the County Lord. She looked at her, hesitating in surprise and uncertainty, not daring to object any further.
Mo Yan did not have the energy to worry about what the midwife was thinking. She took a deep breath, unwrapped her cloak, and moved forward to undress Liu Tinglan, who had already passed out completely.
If possible, how could she let her friend endure such an operation? But even if she used Spirit Spring Water or the Piercing Silver Needle to revive her friend, it would not be enough to restore her strength and fully dilate the cervix for a natural childbirth in such a short ti.
Liu Tinglan’s amniotic fluid was already depleted, and both she and her child were lingering at the Gate of Hell. Any further delay and they would truly face the loss of three lives. Opting for a cesarean was Mo Yan’s last and only choice.
Once she was ready, Mo Yan fetched a bottle of distilled, high-concentration alcohol. This alcohol—with an alcohol content comparable to disinfectant from her previous life—was perfect for sterilizing her hands, the Silver Needle, and the Surgical Knife. She had distilled it on the way over, taking advantage of the ti difference in the Space.
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