Mr. Tan rolled his eyes and muttered, "You are such a dog-nose, you always want to eat."
Liu's eyes lit up, "Is it really food? What is it?"
"Sister-in-law Si, it's egg noodles. I've left them in the pot for you all." Bao Suyun said quickly.
Mrs. Liu nodded excitedly.
Mrs. Tan coughed and asked Mrs. Liu, "How is it in the delivery room?"
After Ms. Liu was sure that she had her share in the pot, she was determined, so she picked up the previous business and said:
"She hasn't given birth yet. Grandma Wang is rubbing Hongmei's belly. She said that the baby's position is a bit off, and she needs to straighten it first before she can give birth."
Everyone's expressions darkened slightly when they heard the words "fetal malposition".
In these days, when women give birth to babies, they are not afraid of their babies being big, but they are worried that their babies will be in the wrong position.
Some babies have an abnormal fetal position, with their legs or belly facing down, and they cannot be born after three days and three nights.
After finally giving birth, the baby was out of breath.
Or maybe after raising the baby, you only realize after two years that the baby is stupid.
What's even worse is that the baby cannot be born due to the abnormal position of the fetus, and in the end both mother and baby are gone.
Therefore, the conditions of rural families in these days are poor, and they cannot keep up with them in all aspects. There are reasons why there are so many children born without mothers, or there are so many old widowers.
If things go on like this, it makes sense that when you want to marry a wife, you want to marry a woman who is fair, fat, and easy to give birth to.
"Then let's masturbate first. Grandma Wang has experience. It should be fine with her here."
Cao Bamei saw something was wrong in the atmosphere in the main room, so she quickly came out to smooth things over.
Bao Suyun also said: "Yes, Mrs. Wang is an expert in this field. She delivered the two children of the eighth sister."
Mrs. Tan nodded and looked at Uncle Fu and Wangsheng and his son at the table.
Uncle Fu understood the inquiry in Tan's eyes, pondered for a moment, and said: "They are right. When we invited Mrs. Wang over, we must trust her and don't get into trouble. Wangsheng and I will also be there." I’ve been waiting here forever.”
Fu Bo and Wang Sheng stayed here to deal with other emergencies of the mother, which was equivalent to double insurance.
Tan said 'hmm' and then looked away.
Madam Liu went to the kitchen to eat her share of egg noodles, while the people in the main room continued to wait.
After a while, Mrs. Sun came out of the delivery room and looked around.
Bao Suyun quickly stood up and came over: "Third sister-in-law, what are you looking for?"
Mrs. Sun pulled Bao Suyun aside and whispered a few words.
Bao Suyun's expression changed several times.
Then, she gritted her teeth and nodded: "I'll go look for it. I should still have those things at home."
Mrs. Sun also nodded, and after Bao Suyun left, Mrs. Sun also ducked back to the delivery room.
In the main room, everyone looked at it in confusion.
Tan murmured in a low voice: "Mysterious Nao Nao, what are you doing?"
Cao Bamei whispered: "If we are needed, the third aunt and the fifth aunt will definitely tell me. Since they haven't said anything, they definitely won't need us now."
Tan frowned and said, "It's just a matter of giving birth to a baby. I don't know what the fuss is about."
Even though she said that, Ms. Tan didn't ask any more questions, and she didn't take the initiative to go to the delivery room to see what was going on.
The women didn't move, so it was naturally more inconvenient for the men to ask or see.
Fu Bo and Wang Sheng, father and son who had come to do the finale several times, made the choice tacitly and did not see or hear the little moves of Sun and Bao Suyun.
They are doctors who believe in medical skills and medicinal materials.
Wang Po is a stable woman and relies on experience. In addition, there may be some taboos and particularities in this industry.
We all have different beliefs. We don’t have to agree with each other’s beliefs, but we don’t have to attack or question them. Respecting each other is the way to get along.
Compared to the twists and turns of their thoughts in this room, Yang Ruoqing's was much simpler.
If you don’t know where to click, if you have any confusion, just go and solve it.
So, she stood up and followed Bao Suyun out of the main room and all the way to the backyard.
"Qing'er, why are you here?" Bao Suyun asked a little surprised.
Seeing Bao Suyun stop and wait, Yang Ruoqing followed up and came to Bao Suyun.
"I'm just curious, so I came here to take a look." Yang Ruoqing said bluntly.
Bao Suyun smiled helplessly, glanced behind Yang Ruoqing to make sure there was no one, then took Yang Ruoqing's hand and walked forward together, while also explaining this to Yang Ruoqing in a low voice.
"... What Mrs. Wang means is that the baby's fetal position is not easy to adjust. After adjusting it several times, it turned back on its own. There is no way. She asked me to find little girl's toys and put them at the end of the bed. I can't tell. It’ll be better.”
Bao Suyun's explanation surprised Yang Ruoqing.
Can you still be seduced like this when giving birth to a baby?
She suddenly remembered an old movie she had seen before, starring Uncle Ying and Sandra Ng.
There is a scene in it where the woman is pregnant with a demon fetus in her belly. In order to find a way to force out the demon fetus, Uncle Ying and the others set up a bunch of small wooden horses and lion dances for children on the grass behind the house in the middle of the night. Beating gongs and drums to attract the attention of the demon fetus in the pregnant woman's belly. The demon fetus actually broke away from the mother's body and came outside driven by playfulness...
Could it be that Hongmei also has a demon fetus in her belly?
Okay, just kidding, the movie is a fictional plot after all, and in front of her, Wang Po asked Bao Suyun to find children's toys, which is their specialty in this industry.
Yang Ruoqing is a layman and cannot comment.
After accompanying Bao Suyun to the backyard to find two toys for little girls, they returned to the front yard.
Bao Suyun went into the delivery room to deliver things, while Yang Ruoqing returned to the main room and sat down again.
Mrs. Liu entered the delivery room after eating and drinking, burping.
In the main room, Uncle Fu and Yang Huazhong were still smoking cigarettes and talking about this topic. The topics they talked about were all about the flood and the reconstruction of the village after the flood.
Men have different patterns. They chat in a wide range and think far ahead.
Tan, on the other hand, had already dozed off with his eyes squinted, his head tilting like a chicken pecking at rice.
Several times, Cao Bamei and Yang Ruoqing, who were sitting on either side of Tan, were worried that the old lady would fall off the stool, but they always managed to stabilize themselves at the last moment.
"Nai, you might as well go back to the house and sleep. Seeing how sleepy you are makes me scared." Yang Ruoqing joked.
Mrs. Tan opened a slit of her eye to take a look, and said angrily: "Who told you to look at it? Just don't look at it!"
Yes, Yang Ruoqing shrugged. This old lady is a pervert and cannot be offended.
Yang Ruoqing didn't feel embarrassed at all, but Cao Bamei next to her was worried about her embarrassment, so she smoothed things over and said, "Qing'er, we can just wait here. You'd better go back to sleep."
Yang Ruoqing held her belly with both hands and said with a smile: "Okay, I can't help much if I stay, so I'll go back first."
"I'll see you off." Cao Bamei stood up.
Yang Ruoqing told Yang Huazhong again so that Mrs. Sun wouldn't be anxious when she came out and couldn't see her later.
When Yang Huazhong saw Cao Bamei sending him off, he sat there and continued talking to Uncle Fu.
As soon as Cao Bamei sent Yang Ruoqing to the door of the fifth room, she met Wang Cuilian who was walking towards her.
