The so-called "seeing red", in this case, is a euphemistic term rather than a subtle one, which is also the so-called heavy bleeding and hemorrhage.
When Su Qingluan heard this word, she felt as if the Sword of Damocles had finally fallen - although her whole body tensed, she felt relieved for some reason.
What was supposed to come finally came.
Compared to the confusion of her younger brothers and sisters, and the pale complexion of her father and mother, Su Qingluan was the calmest in the Su family - although in a corner where no one knew, she felt that her fingers had turned into ice cubes.
"Please," Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi who was about to go out, "Although I actually hope that my worries are unfounded, but fortunately you are here now."
"Yes, Mr. Mu is still here!" Yang said as if she had finally found a piece of driftwood, "Mr. Mu must be able to save Miss Guixiang!"
Mu Xingzhi didn't say anything, just smiled and nodded.
Although his movements were neat, they were still in an unhurried rhythm. This kind of calmness, which could almost be regarded as "indifferent", also infected Yang and Su Guangfu, who were originally a little panicked.
Mu Xingzhi glanced at Su Qingluan before going out: "You look very calm, do you trust my medical skills so much?"
Contrary to everyone's expectations, Su Qingluan shook his head: "No doctor can cure all patients 100%, so just try your best."
"What are you talking about?" Yang tugged at the hem of Su Qingluan's clothes, "Mr. Mu must..."
"There is no 'certainty'," Su Qingluan looked at Yang. She could not let Yang have overly satisfactory expectations for any risky medical treatment. "The fact is that even if Hua Tuo is alive, Aunt Guixiang is still very dangerous. , it’s unknown whether he can be saved or not.”
As she spoke, she held Yang's hand tightly.
Yang was affected by the touch on her hands, and was freed from the panic and fear just now. She looked at Mu Xingzhi apologetically: "I'm sorry, I'm really anxious..."
Mu Xingzhi smiled and shook his head: "This is human nature. Madam, you don't have to feel guilty, but I would like to ask my concubine to go with me."
Even though Mu Xingzhi did not explain in detail why he did this, through the situation just now, Yang and Su Guangfu also realized that Su Qingluan's calm and firm attitude would calm everyone down.
So Yang and Su Guangfu looked at each other and nodded. Yang said: "Then we will wait here. If you need help, just call us."
Su Qingluan put on her winter clothes for going out. Because the Li family was right across the street, she didn't put on a windproof and snow-proof hat.
When she went to knock on the door, it took a while before someone opened the door and came out. It was a woman in her forties with gray hair.
From a modern point of view, people in their forties can barely be regarded as "youth", but they cannot be related to the word "old".
But in this era, you can get married or start a family at the age of fifteen or sixteen. Many people are less than twenty, and their children can be raised.
It is even more common for grandparents in their thirties.
So this one can be considered an "old woman". Su Qingluan knew that this should be Sun Guixiang's mother-in-law.
However, she didn't know Sun Guixiang's mother-in-law's surname, so she just nodded and called her "Old Madam".
"Country women cannot be called 'old ladies' by young ladies," the old woman's face was full of fatigue, "What are you...?"
She looked at Su Qingluan first, and then turned her gaze to the person sitting in the wheelchair behind her.
"Mr. Mu?" The old woman's cloudy eyes immediately seemed like someone who found the light in the darkness, "Are you..."
"Stop gossiping, it's more important to save people." Mu Xingzhi had already restrained his usual casual and lazy smile at this time, and said solemnly.
The old woman turned around and looked at Su Qingluan with suspicion before, and immediately made way for Mu Xingzhi and Song Bo diligently.
Su Qingluan stood nearby and once again saw the extent to which the people of Huaxi Village respected "Mr. Mu".
When you walk into the door of Li's house, the first thing you feel is not the heartbreaking cry of the mother, but the smell of blood, a strong smell that seems to make people suffocate.
Su Qingluan's steps couldn't help but pause, and the voice of Wen Po in the room was very anxious: "Ms. Su, please hold on! We have to hold on for a breath..."
Li Sanlang was no longer the silent and gentle person he initially thought. He was pacing back and forth outside like a top.
Su Qingluan was naturally not allowed to enter the delivery room, and of course, Mu Xingzhi, a foreigner, was not allowed to enter either.
In particular, Mrs. Wen kept chasing people out: "The delivery room is filthy and men are not allowed in!"
"I am a doctor," Mu Xingzhi said.
"Mr. Mu..." That Wen Po looked very embarrassed, "Even if you are, you are a man after all..."
Su Qingluan clenched her fists tightly and kept roaring in her heart: What's going on now, do we still care about the defense of men and women when life is at stake? !
But even though she was shouting at the top of her lungs, on the surface, she couldn't say anything, or even show any dissatisfaction. The reason is simple. She cannot ignore the social environment here in order to save people, because even if Sun Guixiang is saved, she will still have to live in this village.
If she rashly asked Mu Xingzhi to rescue her by force, even if Mu Xingzhi could agree, what would happen after "breaking the rules"? In the worst case, she could go away with her family and start over somewhere else where no one would recognize her.
What about Sun Guixiang? Would she mind if she "broke the rules"? Even if she doesn't mind, what about her husband? What about the in-laws’ family? Or even everyone in the village?
She couldn't push Sun Guixiang into another disaster just to save her from one dilemma.
So Su Qingluan could only stare in the direction of Po Wen and swallow all the words. At the same time, she couldn't help but think: Didn't Mu Xingzhi expect such a scene?
No matter whether Mu Xingzhi thought of it or not, he never let the situation remain deadlocked. He looked at Na Wen Po: "Of course I don't have to go to the delivery room, but there are some problems that need to be diagnosed by you. I will prescribe medicine and you will administer the acupuncture." ——This level is always possible, right?”
Na Wenpo was considered to have some basic medical skills. In addition to midwifery, she also occasionally treated women for gynecological diseases and bruises.
After hearing Mu Xingzhi's words, she nodded, and then started the pattern of Mu Xingzhi asking a question, and Na Wenpo turning around to take a look at the answer.
As early as when Mu Xingzhi proposed this method, Su Qingluan felt that she should write it down, so she hurriedly went home to get her own paper and charcoal pens - after all, stationery and other things are not useful for ordinary people. Luxury goods are not available in every house.
Because it would take some time to see a doctor, Su Qingluan came back with a pen and paper after listening to the first question, but Po Wen hadn't come out yet.
So Su Qingluan lay down on the wall nearby and began to record Sun Guixiang's "medical records."
