Chapter 232: Giving Birth
“Blech!”
The sound of retching turned her stomach. She had already filled a basin.
The problem was that when Jiang Yu saw what she had vomited, she couldn’t help but feel like vomiting even more.
Meng Shaoxia was carrying the packed food when he heard Jiang Yu ask in surprise, “Didn’t you already pack it for me?”
Meng Shaoxia was startled.
He was panicked.
But he did not lose his composure.
He tried his best to steady himself, though his hands were actually trembling.
He said, “Jiang Yu, stop eating for a moment. Think back to your early pregnancy—when you smelled those pickles, didn’t they stink so much that you wanted to vomit?”
Jiang Yu thought about that smell, and then felt that the meatballs she had just eaten didn’t taste good, so she finally couldn’t help but retch.
Meng Shaoxia hurriedly sent someone to call Aunt Yin.
Aunt Yin was in the room next door and had already come out upon hearing the commotion.
Meng Shaoxia said as quickly as he could, “Great-Aunt, I’m afraid Jiang Yu has been poisoned.”
Aunt Yin looked at the table, then at the food in Meng Shaoxia’s hand, and understood.
She walked forward, told The Eldest Miss to open her mouth, and used chopsticks to poke the back of her throat. Suddenly, the urge to vomit surged up, and Jiang Yu began to retch violently.
Great-Aunt also quickly had someone move the half-bowl of meatballs on the table aside.
Then, everyone was alerted.
Jiang Mianmian heard the sequence of events and was startled. It was just like an electronic scam—you say you’re going to transfer money to a friend, you get a card number, and as soon as you transfer the money, the friend sends their card number.
Although most people check carefully, there’s always one or two careless people who just transfer it.
However, upon entering the room and seeing her brother-in-law’s face pale and his limbs trembling, she thought he was the one poisoned.
Although her sister was being forced to induce vomiting, her face was rosy, and she didn’t look like anything was wrong.
Jiang Mianmian thought, how many poisonous mushrooms had her sister eaten in secret? The bowl her sister ate poisonous mushrooms from was used to mix chicken feed, and all the chickens died, yet her sister was still lively.
If she weren’t pregnant, she wouldn’t be worried at all. To her sister, there was only delicious food and not-so-delicious food.
Even arsenic, she would probably want to taste a little bit; she had the temperament of Shennong.
Great-Aunt and Mother were also worried about the baby in her womb.
Although Mother was usually fierce and wore a stern face at home, when something actually happened, she didn’t vent her emotions first. Instead, she actively solved the problem together—inducing vomiting, comforting her son-in-law, and checking on her daughter’s condition.
Jiang Changtian also rushed over and took his daughter’s pulse. He had a background in Traditional Chinese Medicine and felt that the pulse was very strong, but looking at his daughter, who was sweating on her forehead from retching, Jiang Changtian said nervously, “It seems she is going to give birth.”
Meng Shaoxia was so shocked that his legs went weak.
His throat felt dry.
Fortunately, Aunt Yin had been prepared the whole way, as the belly was too big, fearing it might be twins. Premature birth for twins was a high probability. Fortunately, they were at an inn; giving birth in the wilderness would have been more troublesome, and even boiling water wouldn’t have been convenient.
With his sister in trouble, Jiang Feng immediately took control of the inn.
He rounded up everyone.
Then he had them boil water and prepare things.
Although Jiang Mianmian was a young girl, she could even reattach severed fingers. The diagrams she drew looked like she had dissected many corpses, and she kept them.
Jiang Yu was sweating profusely from the pain, but when she looked up and saw Mother, her sister, and Great-Aunt by her side, she felt very at ease.
In which family does a girl give birth with all her maiden family around? Her life was truly too good.
Outside the room, Meng Shaoxia’s face was deathly pale.
He waited outside.
Just at this moment, a messenger from the Meng Family in the capital actually arrived.
They had first gone to Jingzhou, but had taken the wrong path. Only after sending a letter there did they learn the whole family had already come to the capital. They chased after them, were two days late, and actually happened to meet them in Aima Town.
They had inquired about a group of people traveling with a pregnant woman and thus found them.
Meng Shaoxia was already panicked and at his wit’s end.
Seeing the letter from home, he saw that his Mother was actually in a coma.
In his memory, his Mother was the type of person who could hold a big stick and whip his Father sixty times in one breath without stopping; how could she be in a coma?
And that female charlatan who said the Meng Family would have no descendants—this was cursing Jiang Yu to have an accident.
And right now, Jiang Yu was in the room. He only had to think that if anything happened to Jiang Yu, he really wouldn’t want to live.
He couldn’t go on living.
Their first meeting was a flutter of the heart, and after day-to-day life together, it had already become a habit, a part of life, and the main part at that.
It was like a big tree with vines wrapped around it, growing upwards together. If one day the vines withered, the tree’s heart would also be empty, and it would soon die.
There were no grand declarations of love, only the chaotic daily life and the anticipation of a little life.
Every day when he thought of the child belonging to him and Jiang Yu being born, Meng Shaoxia’s heart would beat fast with excitement, his eyes would fill with tears, and happiness would overflow.
He had become braver, more mature, and more composed.
But all of this was based on Jiang Yu being well, living healthily, and their shared child being fine.
Reading the letter, at this moment, Meng Shaoxia wished he could fly to the capital and hack that so-called deity to death with a blade.
Meng Shaoxia rarely felt such strong hatred for others, but at this moment, he did.
Helpless rage was the most useless thing.
Listening to the muffled cries in the room.
Meng Shaoxia showed the letter to his Father and his brother-in-law, Jiang Feng.
The messenger was also scared; he had heard that they were poisoned upon arrival, and now this was a premature birth—would the curse really come true?
The messenger had left early and did not know that Old Madam Meng had gone to Jiang Wan’s residence to throw feces.
Because such a dignified First-Rank Madam had actually done such a rude thing, it soon spread through the streets and alleys.
It also spread into the Imperial Palace.
The Emperor, who had originally intended to summon this legendary Fairy Liu, hesitated and decided not to summon her for the time being.
That old woman of the Meng Family was also very annoying; if he summoned her, what if she wore her court robes and came to the palace to throw feces… it was not impossible.
Inside the room.
Aunt Yin checked the cervix; it was already dilated to two fingers.
She told The Eldest Miss to conserve her strength; it was okay to wail if it hurt, but not to push yet.
Jiang Mianmian was also very nervous.
Indeed, doctors shouldn’t treat themselves, and not performing surgery on relatives was correct—this was too scary.
It was very easy to be swayed by emotions.
When cutting other patients, they were anesthetized, covered with white sheets, exposing only the lesion—it was like doing homework or taking an exam in school.
But when cutting one’s own relatives, one couldn’t help but let one’s imagination run wild.
Jiang Mianmian tried her best to steady herself and saw that Great-Aunt looked quite professional.
The super-capable midwives in hospitals were usually very old, but they were incredibly skilled, encouraging the mothers to eat, drink, and push when needed, which often achieved twice the result with half the effort, making it very easy to give birth.
Jiang Mianmian assisted Great-Aunt.
Qin Luoxia encouraged her eldest daughter and told her to hold her hand.
The maid went to boil water and prepare things.
It was dilated to five fingers.
There was no pain-relief injection; this time it was truly painful.
But Jiang Yu seemed quite pain-tolerant. When she was little, she wore the small shoes Jiang Wan gave her, and her feet were worn until they bled, yet she could still force herself to wear them—she was super capable of enduring pain.
Hearing Great-Aunt say not to scream loudly and waste energy, she held back, only moaning a few times because it really hurt.
Outside the room, she heard her Father, Elder Brother, and husband were all there and were speaking to her loudly.
Jiang Yu was thinking of this scene, and she was very happy, feeling that her whole family was accompanying her, and she was truly very happy.
Both painful and happy, her eyes were bloodshot and filled with tears, her hands tightly gripping Mother.
Seeing her sister helping Great-Aunt pass things, she couldn’t help but say, “Mianmian, do you want to go outside and wait? If you watch this, you might be scared and not dare to get pregnant in the future.”
It was indeed scary.
But it was also okay.
It was said that in terms of childbirth trauma, women would naturally secrete forgetting hormones. Even if it hurt like death while giving birth, after it was over, they would quickly forget the pain and feel the baby was so cute. After a period of time, they might even want to have another one…
For the sake of human reproduction, the hormones were also worn out, sometimes more, sometimes less.
“Seven fingers, eight fingers, very good.”
Mianmian saw Great-Aunt rubbing her fingers and only then noticed that Great-Aunt’s hands were very small, the entire palm was slender and petite, but very flexible.
And she kept wiping her hands, as if she had learned the skill of catching a baby barehanded.
Small hands were super invincible at delivering babies.
At this moment, Great-Aunt looked very much like a national-level gynecological expert in a hospital, with very rich experience, very steady.
Jiang Mianmian’s heart also slowly settled; it would definitely be fine.
Her sister was also someone who had drunk spiritual spring water.
“It’s open, The Eldest Miss, push, use force.”
“Scream, it’s fine to cry out loudly.”
“The head is crowning.”
“Push.”
The blood-red, slippery baby brought out from her body was placed in Mianmian’s hands. She quickly checked it, patted it, and heard a faint cry—it was small, but healthy.
Mianmian fed it a drop of spiritual spring water, and at this moment, she was distracted for a second, wondering whether to boil it before feeding~~
“Push again, there’s more.”
“Ao ao ao ao, why is there more???”
“The head is crowning, very good.”
Jiang Yu’s screaming became quieter.
She was still stretching her legs and pushing.
Mother was tightly gripping her daughter’s hand, her hand pinched red by her daughter.
A second baby’s cry rang out.
“Ah!”
“Ah!”
It was much louder.
Jiang Mianmian also routinely cooperated to take it over and quietly fed it spiritual spring water.
There was no time to look at whether it was a boy or a girl.
Only then did she have the time.
Picking them up, both were boys.
Jiang Yu looked at the two children, looking unbelievable. She herself didn’t know it was twins because they were worried she would be scared, so they hadn’t told her.
At this time, for twins, the probability of one corpse and three lives was very high.
She saw the two sons and looked surprised: “I earned it, I earned it. I hurt once and gave birth to two; it’s too worth it.”
Qin Luoxia saw that her daughter could still say silly things and breathed a sigh of relief.
Jiang Mianmian helped handle the aftermath.
Placenta separation, umbilical cord ligation.
A little bleeding, but not a big problem.
Consuming too much energy giving birth to two, Jiang Yu drank the warm water handed over by her sister and fell asleep after drinking it.
Outside.
Hearing the crying, the shouting, and the long wait.
Meng Shaoxia was almost going crazy.
Jiang Yu’s shouting from inside came out, and he paced back and forth nervously; his step count must have exceeded ten thousand.
At this moment, seeing the door open and then seeing the two babies being brought out, Meng Shaoxia was stunned.
“Is Jiang Yu okay?”
“She’s fine, she’s asleep.”
“Congratulations, son-in-law, for the two young masters.”
Meng Shaoxia looked at the two babies, his hands and feet at a loss for a moment. His whole chest felt full, and countless emotions surged up, finally turning into sour and full teardrops that rolled down.
His Meng Family would not have no descendants.
He and Jiang Yu had children.
In the future, the children would have children.
Endless life, living on.
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