Chapter 881: 262: Directly Abusing Trash!_3
Viola Thompson nodded slightly, knowing what to do next, she walked to Cheryl Forrest’s side, “Madam Tuchman, don’t be nervous, just cooperate with when it’s ti to.”
“Okay.”
Cheryl, watching Viola, her eyes welled up with tears, said, “Miss Thompson, you’re finally here.”
“Mhm.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Viola turned to the others, “Only Dr. Janell needs to stay and assist , the rest should leave the delivery room for now.”
Murray raised his eyebrows slightly.
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From Viola’s deanor, did she still intend for Cheryl to give birth naturally?
At this mont.
Murray was beginning to doubt Viola’s dical skills.
What a farce!
Based on Cheryl’s current condition, a caesarean section should be perford imdiately.
However, this would be the best.
If Viola really does understand dicine.
Then there won’t be any accidents.
Murray looked at the nurses nearby, “Let’s go out.”
Cheryl had already signed the hospital’s waiver.
At this ti, if sothing were to happen to her, the hospital won’t have to bear any responsibility.
Isaac Tuchman looked at Viola, “Miss Thompson, do I have to leave as well?”
“Yes.”
Upon hearing her words, Isaac hesitated.
He was afraid sothing might happen if he left Cheryl alone in the delivery room.
If only…
Cheryl looked at Isaac, “If Miss Thompson tells you to leave, just do it. Don’t stay here and get in the way.”
She had absolute trust in Viola.
Hearing this, Isaac had no choice but to follow Murray outside.
As he walked out, he kept looking back at Cheryl.
Snap–
Soon enough.
The doors to the delivery room closed again.
The surgery lights were turned on once more.
Viola had cooperated with Dr. Janell once before.
So the two worked well together.
At the mont, the baby was lying horizontally at Cheryl’s womb entrance.
If forced to deliver naturally, it would lead to unthinkable consequences.
Therefore, it was necessary to correct the baby’s position.
Viola produced a golden needle, “Now administer acupuncture on the mother, you’re responsible for points below the waistline. I’ll handle the DU20 region on the head.”
“Alright.” Dr. Janell nodded.
Dr. Janell practiced western dicine.
This was the second ti he would be performing acupuncture.
Of course.
Since Viola first showed him how to do acupuncture, he had been practicing regularly at ho.
His technique had beco quite proficient.
However, compared to Viola, he was still sowhat lacking.
As Viola administered acupuncture, she explained the process to Dr. Janell.
But that didn’t slow her down at all.
Looking at the young woman before him, Dr. Janell didn’t feel any trace of disdain.
Quite the opposite, he was extrely respectful.
He truly viewed Viola as his teacher.
Viola’s knowledge of dicine far exceeded his expectations, and most importantly, she never avoided the adage about starving the master by teaching the apprentice.
She would share everything she knew without holding back.
However, even though Viola had explained many things, Dr. Janell often had to ponder for a long ti before he could fully grasp them.
Ever since he t Viola.
Dr. Janell realized the truth of the saying: A single conversation across the table with a wise person is worth a month’s study of books.
After finishing with the acupuncture, Viola started correcting Cheryl’s fetal position.
She rubbed her hands with a dicinal liqueur that was similar to essential oil.
Despite the face mask, one could still faintly sll the fresh aroma of herbal ingredients.
It was a very fresh and natural scent.
Not irritating at all.
To the untrained eye, Viola’s techniques might seem simple, but only Dr. Janell knew that they were profoundly sophisticated.
Everything linked together.
While correcting the fetal position, Viola told Cheryl, “Madam Tuchman, if you feel uncomfortable at any point, please inform imdiately.”
“Okay.” Cheryl nodded, her face looking noticeably better, “Miss Thompson, I’m not feeling uneasy at all.”
This was very strange!
Originally, Cheryl was still feeling a bit of pain in her stomach.
However, after Viola’s operation, she was not in any pain at all!
On the contrary, she was starting to feel rather comfortable.
Soon enough.
The baby was now in the correct birthing position.
Through the cervix, one could faintly make out the baby’s black hair.
Right at this mont, Cheryl felt so pain in her stomach.
Despite the pain, it was bearable.
“Miss Thompson, my stomach seems to be hurting a bit.”
Viola chuckled, “That’s very normal, the baby will be here very soon.”
“Really?” Cheryl said, brimming with excitent.
“Yes,” Viola continued, “Now that the baby is in the right position, just push normally when you feel the need.”
“Alright.”
As soone who had given birth before, Cheryl knew how to do it.
Outside the delivery room.
Isaac was pacing back and forth, beads of sweat dots his forehead.
He was very anxious and kept praying, “May the Bodhisattva bless us, may God bless us.”
Murray was on his phone, texting soone.
Based on his understanding of the situation at hand.
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