The lights at Sun Guixiang's house were not extinguished all night long. Su Qingluan also tossed and turned in bed all night. She only fell asleep for a while in the second half of the night and was awakened by a nightmare.
Sitting up sweating profusely, Su Qingluan felt her heart beating hard, but she couldn't remember what was in the dream.
The weather is nice today, but Su Qingluan obviously has no intention to appreciate it. Since he couldn't sleep anyway, Su Qingluan simply opened the door and went outside to get some fresh air - in fact, he also wanted to go to the opposite door to see if there was any movement in the Li family.
Yang had also gotten up, and looking at the bruises under her eyes, it was obvious that she had not slept so well.
Naturally, she also saw that Su Qingluan's face was a little dark, which was rare. It was obvious that he had not slept well all night. The mother and daughter looked at each other in silence, because they both knew why they were suffering from insomnia.
After the two little guys got up, they also noticed that Yang and Su Qingluan had bad expressions on their faces. Su Xueyan couldn't help but worry: "Mom, sister, why are your faces so dark?"
Su Xuanhe murmured in a low voice: "Isn't it because of something evil?"
Even though Su Qingluan had something on her mind, she was dumbfounded by her brother's nonsensical words: "What are you talking about? Do you still know what 'hitting evil' means? My mother and I just didn't have a good rest."
Su Guangfu also lifted the curtain and came out of the inner room. He is Yang's pillow, so he naturally knows why Yang was tossing and turning last night. Seeing this, he just sighed slightly: "Ji people have their own destiny. The eldest sister of the Li family is a good person. God will open his eyes."
Although I know this sentence is just psychological comfort, in this case, whether the birth can go smoothly or not really depends on luck.
After breakfast, the couple went to Li's house again.
Everyone in the Li family still felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy, but the scene that Su Qingluan had expected, in which Sun Guixiang screamed at the top of her lungs or basins of blood poured out, did not appear.
To be more precise, Sun Guixiang is still some time away from the point where the real attack will occur.
As soon as Su Qingluan heard Po Wen's words, she knew that it was probably only the early contractions and had not yet reached the level of uterine opening.
In fact, she only knew a little bit about pregnant women's birth, thanks to her experience of being hospitalized in her previous life.
Although it is very regrettable, when a malignant tumor wants to destroy a person's health, it will have no sympathy and leave immunity for anyone - this is true for children, and the same is true for pregnant women.
In her previous life, the hospital where Su Qingluan lived was a comprehensive cancer hospital. Especially during the process of queuing up for hospitalization, Su Qingluan could meet patients with various tumors from various departments.
They are of different ages and occupations, but the only thing they have in common is that they suffer from tumors.
Some patients with benign tumors underwent surgery and went home happily. But there are quite a few who are not so lucky, Su Qingluan is one of them, and there are many people who are even pregnant with babies and have to face the difficult choice of "saving their lives" or "having a baby".
At first, he would sigh and sigh, but after watching more, Su Qingluan, like most patients, took it lightly - after all, if you still compete with yourself in this situation, it will make you uncomfortable. Comfortable days are even more difficult.
Su Qingluan retracted her thoughts and estimated that since there were already symptoms of pain, even if the cervix was not opened, the real delivery date would be within these few days.
Sure enough, when Su Qingluan was having breakfast with her family the next day, the Li family's house opposite became busy - because Su Qingluan heard the frequent opening and closing of doors in the yard opposite.
Mrs. Yang put down her job and went to visit. After a while, she came back with a pale face and said: "Miss Guixiang started to have an attack. Po Wen said it was a bit difficult..."
This was said to Su Guangfu, but Su Qingluan heard a "thump": Sun Guixiang originally had a thin body shape. Su Qingluan once thought that people with this body type might be prone to dystocia, but she was afraid that... Murphy's law came true again, so she forced herself not to think about it.
But obviously, it was really a "good spirit that doesn't work but a bad spirit." Su Qingluan prayed for Sun Guixiang thousands of times, proving once again that prayers were of no use at all, and she still had a difficult delivery.
Su Qingluan thought for a while and suddenly said: "Mom and dad, I'm going out for a while." After saying that, he didn't even bother to eat the rest of breakfast, put on his coat and rushed out.
"Hey, Daya, what are you going to do?" Yang's voice came from behind. But Su Qingluan couldn't explain it for a moment now - not to mention, she didn't know why she wanted to find that person.
Thirteen days have passed since the day it snowed. Although most of the snow cannot be cleared, the main paths are still narrow and narrow, and every house has cleared the road near the door, so most places are still relatively easy to walk without encountering any problems. It got to the point where one foot got stuck in the snow and couldn't be pulled out.
Even so, the snow was slippery after all, and on the less traveled paths, the snow was still as thick as knees, so Su Qingluan's journey was also very difficult.
By the time Su Qingluan stood panting at the door of Mu Xingzhi's house, it was already about half an hour - more than double the time it usually takes to get here.
When she knocked on the door, Su Qingluan was actually a little nervous - she didn't know why, when she thought that Sun Guixiang was facing life and death difficulties at any time, the first thing that came to her mind was not the well-known doctor of Huichun Hall, but Mu Xingzhi.
Maybe it was because this man had cured his sister's high fever and convulsions that night, or maybe it was because his always calm attitude made people feel reassured. Su Qingluan felt that as long as she could see Mu Xingzhi this time, Sun Guixiang would definitely can be saved.
At this time, Su Qingluan was shocked to realize that she had never thought about such thoughts as "Mu Xingzhi might not be able to do anything and might fail."
Where did she get such a strong sense of trust in this man? To put it bluntly, she doesn’t have such strong self-confidence in areas that she is not good at!
Songbo was very surprised by Su Qingluan's arrival, but it was obvious that Mu Xingzhi was not like this, because the first thing Songbo said when he saw Su Qingluan was: "As expected by my boss, Madam Su is here today." .”
For a moment, various conspiracy theories flashed through Su Qingluan's mind: Was it a coincidence that Sun Guixiang had a difficult delivery? Although she didn't think Mu Xingzhi had any reason to embarrass a little peasant woman, why did he know that she was coming?
She was lost in thought, and she didn't cover it up - rather, her ability to cover up was almost useless in front of a spirit like Mu Xingzhi - so when Su Qingluan stood still in front of Mu Xingzhi, there was no need for her to speak herself. , Mu Xingzhi instantly understood where her thoughts had gone.
After Su Qingluan came back to his senses, he saw Mu Xingzhi looking at him with an expression that was half-smiling but not smiling. This made Su Qingluan couldn't help but recall the smile he had when he just met this person.
However, for some reason, Mu Xingzhi's smile in front of her seemed sharper than at first, which made her feel a little guilty.
"Well..." For some reason, Su Qingluan unconsciously showed a doggy smile, "There is something I want to ask you to help me with..."
Before she could finish speaking, Mu Xingzhi asked: "Since you think I had a hand in this matter, why did you ask me, the 'initiator', for help?"
