The Little Darling Wife Who is a Divine Doctor Saved the Entire Family of the Duke's Mansion-Chapter 463: I’m a mother willing to take ten years off my life.

This time when helping Zhiran turn the fetus, Ziming had planned in advance that if his sister couldn't stand the pain, he could only succeed in turning the fetus.

What Ziming didn't expect was that Zhiran turned out to be so strong that during the whole process of helping her turn the fetus, Zhiran didn't even moan once.

It was because of this that Ziming was completely determined to help clear her birth canal.

Zhiran cried out in pain, only after Ziming started to help clear her birth canal. That kind of pain was really not something ordinary people could withstand.

What comforted Ziming was that although his sister was suffering a bit more, successfully clearing the birth canal meant not only that she wouldn't face difficulties during labor on one hand, but more importantly, the speed at which the child would be born would also be very fast.

At this moment, although there were still big beads of sweat on Ziming's forehead and his speech was slightly panting, none of this could stop the corners of his mouth that had begun curving up.

When Madam He heard that her daughter was fine, she didn't know where she got the strength. She went forward and pushed Ziming aside to barge in.

Yes, she barged in. It looked to others as if she was afraid someone would continue to stop her.

After the treatment, in order for Zhiran to rest well, Ziming used silver needles to pierce her sleep acupoints, so Zhiran was already asleep now.

Jiuye didn't leave. Instead, he used a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from her forehead, and from time to time he would reach out to tidy her slightly messy hair.

When Madam He came to the bed and saw her sleeping daughter, she finally couldn't hold back her tears and cried out loud.

"Ranran, you have suffered... woo woo... "

As she spoke, she turned to the door, put her palms together and prayed,

"Merciful Heaven, I beg you to open your eyes and stop tormenting my daughter. As long as she can give birth smoothly, I, her mother, am willing to give up ten years of my life..."

Old Lady Mo also felt distressed for her daughter-in-law. Although she didn't see Zhiran's screams at the scene just now.

As someone who lived with her every day, she knew Zhiran very well. This girl had a tough temperament, not like other daughters-in-law who would cry at everything.

If it hadn't been too painful just now, she would never have shouted like that.

Thinking of this, Old Lady Mo's eyes became wet. She quickly took out a handkerchief and casually dabbed them before coming to the bed.

"Jiuye, mother will stay with Zhiran. You take Ziming to rest."

Ziming was Jiuye’s uncle, and they were of the same generation, so it was most appropriate for him to host Ziming.

Jiuye was reluctant to leave Zhiran, and was about to turn around.

But Ziming didn't mean to leave.

He solemnly said to Jiuye, "Ranran is likely to go into labor in the morning, so we should get the midwife here as soon as possible."

Although Ziming was a gynecological genius, there was no precedent for a man to deliver babies in this era.

The best he could do was to stand outside the delivery room and direct things when there were special circumstances.

Or if the parturient really couldn't make it, her family would have to cover her properly first before Ziming went in to treat her.

No one knew Zhiran's condition better than him. She could give birth smoothly as long as the midwife was here waiting at all times.

Especially after he had cleared Zhiran’s birth canal for her, her labor would progress very quickly. It would be dangerous if there was no midwife around who knew how to deliver babies.

As long as his sister-in-law didn't have to have a caesarean section, Jiuye could do whatever he wanted.

When Jiuye heard Ziming say to get the midwife, he didn't hesitate and ran towards the village.

Midwife Zhao was dragged all the way here by Jiuye. At this time, the old lady had already gone to bed. Jiuye didn't care much. He jumped over the wall and broke in, the loud sound of him banging on the door woke Midwife Zhao from her sleep.

Seeing Jiuye so anxious, Midwife Zhao thought Zhiran was giving birth. She hurriedly got dressed and went out.

As soon as she got to the door, she was pulled outside by Jiuye.

That’s not all. Thinking she was too slow, Jiuye dragged the old lady back home.

Midwife Zhao was already quite old. How could she withstand such dragging? By the time she reached the courtyard, she collapsed limply to the ground, one hand still tapping her chest.

"Why are you in such a hurry, young man? When I left your house just now, your wife hadn't even gone into labor yet. Even if she gave birth, it wouldn't be too fast. You dragged this old lady until she almost fell apart. How can I still deliver the baby?”

Jiuye was just too anxious before, and always felt it would be safer if the midwife waited at home. He had forgotten to be gentle.

At this point, he also realized his mistake and quickly apologized.

"Auntie, I'm so sorry, it's all my fault for being too impatient."

Facing such a scene, Jiuye really didn’t know what to do. It was all because he was too worried about his wife that he had forgotten he shouldn’t treat an old lady like this.

Seeing this, Old Lady Mo glared fiercely at Jiuye before putting on a smiley face and walking over to carefully help Midwife Zhao up from the ground.

"I’m really sorry. Our family’s brat is going to be a dad for the first time and was too nervous. Please don't take it to heart with him.

Let me know if you feel uncomfortable anywhere, I'll have someone go into town to ask the doctor to check you out."

Midwife Zhao was not an unreasonable old lady either. Although her body was a little uncomfortable, she knew clearly that she was not seriously injured. She would be fine after moving around a little.

She sighed, "Alas... Old lady me has tough luck. I won't die. Hurry up and take me to see the Ninth Missus, is she going to give birth?"

As she spoke, Midwife Zhao staggered towards Zhiran’s room.

Old Lady Mo quickly explained, "My ninth daughter-in-law is still sleeping. I asked you to come just in case. Let me take you to another room to rest first."

Old Lady Mo supported Midwife Zhao and walked towards the side room, and said unhappily to Jiuye,

"Stinky boy, you hurt Auntie Zhao. Go get some nice food to calm her down."

On the surface, this was to instruct Jiuye in front of Midwife Zhao, but actually it was for Lan Er to go do it.

Lan Er always understood subtle cues. After hearing Old Lady Mo's words, she immediately went to prepare things.

This girl had also seen what happened to Midwife Zhao earlier. Seeing her condition didn’t seem pretended, and the old lady didn't ask for any compensation afterwards. Lan Er felt that she didn’t dislike her.

Therefore, she prepared the food for Midwife Zhao with extra care.

The food was all homemade. Watermelon was cut into uniform small pieces, there were also cakes Zhiran taught her to make, a cup of boiled milk, dried fruits and nuts platter...

This was nothing new to the Mo family. Zhiran often had Lan Er and Yuer make them and distribute them to each room. Not only here, but the elders and sisters-in-laws also never lacked them.

Midwife Zhao came this afternoon to check on Zhiran because she happened to be free, and didn't take a close look at their house.

Now that she was sitting here resting, she finally saw the furnishings in the room clearly.

Her mood could be described by the phrase "huge waves crashing on the shore".

How could a rural family have such a nice house...