This time, he had thought ahead to help He Zhiran reverse the fetal position. If his sister couldn't bear the pain, he could only successfully reverse the fetal position.
But what He Ziming didn't expect was that He Zhiran was so strong. During the whole process of helping her reverse the fetal position, He Zhiran didn't even hum.
It was because of this that He Ziming was completely determined to help her pass the birth canal.
He Zhiran cried out in pain, also after He Ziming started to help her unblock the birth canal. The pain was indeed not something that ordinary people could bear.
What makes He Ziming happy is that although his sister worked harder, the birth canal was successfully passed. She will not face the problem of dystocia when giving birth. The most important thing is that the baby will be born very quickly.
At this time, He Ziming, although there were still large drops of sweat on his forehead and he was slightly panting when speaking, could not stop the corners of his lips from rising.
When Mrs. He heard that her daughter was okay, she didn't know where she got the strength. She stepped forward and pushed He Ziming aside and rushed in.
Yes, she just broke in. In the eyes of others, she looked like she was afraid that someone would continue to stop her.
After the treatment, He Ziming used a silver needle to prick He Zhiran's sleeping point in order to let He Zhiran have a good rest. By this time, He Zhiran had already fallen asleep.
Mo Jiuye did not leave, but used a handkerchief to wipe the sweat on her forehead, and from time to time reached out to help her tidy up her slightly messy hair.
Mrs. He came to the bed, looked at her sleeping daughter, and finally couldn't control herself and cried loudly.
"Ran Ran, you have suffered...wuwuwu..."
With that said, she turned towards the door and clasped her hands.
"God, please open your eyes and don't let my daughter suffer anymore. As long as she can give birth smoothly, I, a mother, am willing to shorten my life by ten years..."
Mrs. Mo also felt sorry for her daughter-in-law, although she was not there to see He Zhiran scream just now.
But as someone who lives with her all day long, she knows a lot about He Zhiran.
This girl has a tough temperament and is not like other daughters-in-law who will cry when something happens.
If the treatment process hadn't been too painful just now, she would never have screamed like that.
Thinking of this, Mrs. Mo's eyes became moist. She quickly took out the handkerchief and wiped it casually before coming to the bed.
"Jiu Ye, mother will stay with Ran Ran. You take Zi Ming to have a rest."
He Ziming is Mo Jiuye's uncle, and they are equals, so it is most appropriate for him to entertain them.
Mo Jiuye glanced at He Zhiran reluctantly before turning around and leaving.
He Ziming had no intention of leaving.
He solemnly said to Mo Jiuye: "Ran Ran should start it in the morning. We should invite Po Wen over as soon as possible."
Although He Ziming was a master of gynecology, there were no examples of men delivering babies in this era.
The most he can do is to stand outside the delivery room and give instructions when encountering special circumstances.
Or maybe the mother really can't hold on any longer, so she needs her family to cover her body first, and then He Ziming can go in for treatment.
No one knows He Zhiran's situation better than him. The birth can go smoothly, as long as Po Wen is always here waiting.
Especially after he helped Hezhi Ranshun pass through the birth canal, she would give birth very quickly, and it would be impossible without a stable woman around who knew how to deliver babies.
As long as the wife doesn't have to have a caesarean section to give birth, Mo Jiuye can do whatever she wants.
Hearing He Ziming ask for Wen Po to come over, he rushed towards the village without saying a word.
Zhao Wenpo was dragged all the way here by Mo Jiuye. At this time, the elderly people had already fallen asleep. Mo Jiuye ignored the many people climbing over the wall and woke up Zhao Wenpo from her sleep by banging on the door.
When Zhao Wenpo saw Mo Jiuye in such a hurry, she thought He Zhiran was about to give birth, so she quickly put on her clothes and came out.
As soon as he reached the door, he was pulled out by Mo Jiuye.
Not to mention, Mo Jiuye thought she was slow and even half-drag him home.
Zhao Wenpo was already a bit old and could not bear such a drag. As soon as she arrived at the courtyard, she collapsed on the ground as if she was exhausted, and kept patting her chest with one hand.
"Why are you in such a hurry, kid? When I left your house, your wife hadn't started yet, so even if she gave birth, it wouldn't be too fast. How can you deliver the baby when you're tearing me apart?"
Mo Jiuye was just too anxious just now, always feeling that it would be safer for Po Wen to wait at home, and she actually forgot the importance.
At this moment, he also realized that he was wrong and quickly stepped forward to apologize.
"I'm sorry, aunt. It's all my fault for being too impatient."
Facing such a scene, Mo Jiuye really scratched his head. It was all because he was too worried about his wife and forgot that he shouldn't treat an old man like this.
Upon seeing this, Mrs. Mo glared at Mo Jiuye fiercely, then walked over with a smile on her face and carefully helped Zhao Wenpo up from the ground.
"I'm so sorry. This young boy in our family is becoming a father for the first time. He is too nervous. Please don't get along with him.
Look at where you feel uncomfortable, and I'll ask someone to go to the city to ask a doctor to take a look at you. "
Zhao Wenpo is not the kind of ignorant old person. Although she feels a little uncomfortable physically, she also knows that her muscles and bones are not broken and she will be fine if she moves a little.
She sighed: "Hey... I'm destined to die, old lady. Take me quickly to see if Lao Jiu's family is going to give birth."
With that said, Mrs. Zhao Wen staggered towards He Zhiran's room.
Mrs. Mo quickly explained: "My ninth daughter-in-law is still asleep. I invited you here just in case. I will take you to another room to rest first."
Mrs. Mo helped Mrs. Zhao Wen to the side room and said to Mo Jiuye angrily.
"You brat, I hurt your Aunt Zhao, why don't you go get some delicious food to calm her down."
These words were obviously instructing Mo Jiuye in front of Zhao Wenpo, but in fact he was asking Lan'er to do it.
Lan'er always had a good eye, and after hearing Mrs. Mo's words, she ran to prepare.
This girl also saw Zhao Wenpo's condition just now. She didn't look like she was pretending. What's more, she didn't ask for any compensation after she got up. Lan'er didn't find such a person annoying.
Therefore, she took special care in preparing food for Po Zhao Wen.
The food she eats is all homegrown, with watermelon cut into even pieces, cakes that He Zhiran taught her to make, a cup of boiled milk, and a plate of dried fruits...
These things are already familiar to the Mo family. He Zhiran often asks Lan'er and Yu'er to distribute them to each room. Not only does she have them here, but her elders and several sister-in-laws also have them.
Zhao Wenpo came over to help He Zhiran check this afternoon because she had something to do and did not look at the house carefully.
Now I was sitting and resting, and then I saw the furnishings in the room clearly.
Her mood can be described as stormy waves.
A country family actually has such a beautiful house...
