e a fool of ourselves.”Dabao grumbled softly, "Little Lady, when a living person arrives in a new place, they have to first pay respects at the land temple and the City God Temple. I'm going to inquir...I don't know what theory she's talking about, probably some traditional thinking.
For example, pregnant women are advised to avoid any major disturbances at home, especially renovations, demolition, or hammering.
Because these are all "broken."
Therefore, the elderly believe that these actions will cause a miscarriage.
That's about how it's said, I guess I'm not really sure if people here are particularly superstitious about these things.
But since this midwife dared to speak up and stop me, it means this is a serious matter. She didn't hesitate to "go against her superiors" and remind me.
"... I wasn't trying to touch her stomach, I was just trying to wake her up. If she lost consciousness and went limp, I doubt we could have saved her." I explained.
"That…" The midwife wiped the sweat from her temple and said in a low voice, "Then how do you plan to save them Use acupuncture on their CV point"
"No, just press on the acupoints on your feet."
The fortune teller's face softened slightly and she nodded, saying, "If it's just about the foot, it's alright, alright..."
The limbs are farthest from the heart in the chest and abdomen. Even if a silver needle is inserted shallowly, there should be no problem, but this midwife was still nervously watching me as I administered the injection.
It’s not easy for a child to come here, they are nervous and at a loss.
I used acupuncture to stimulate the expectant mother's acupoints, very lightly, not daring to stimulate too much.
This can promote blood circulation, and faster blood circulation may stimulate fetal movement.
"Hey, you put the mother flat, first lie her flat." I injected and started directing that midwife.
She, following orders, placed the woman on the bed. The expectant mother was very thin, her limbs sprawled out, and her protruding belly was all that was visible.
The recent needle stimulation seemed to cause the fetus to move, and I faintly saw a small bump rise on the expectant mother's abdomen.
It must have moved its hand.
I began reaching out to touch the expectant mother's belly.
I have seen pictures in books of people using external force to adjust a baby's position during pregnancy, known as an "external rotation" technique.
This method requires discerning the approximate orientation of the fetus, and the mother needs to have thin abdominal fat. If the pregnant woman is extremely obese, it's estimated that a needle wouldn't even be able to penetrate the thickness of the fat, let alone using one's hand to adjust it.
The midwife seemed to have seen through my intentions. She helped secure the woman's upper body, and urged in a low voice, "Your Highness, Your Highness, is there still hope"
“…I can only try my best, I’ve never given birth before! No, I haven't even had a child myself, okay!” I rolled my eyes at her.
"So, what are you doing now Using magic to adjust your child's position"
Magic
"I'm adjusting my breath! What the heck is with this spell..."
This external turning technique I've only seen in diagrams. It first uses acupuncture or acupressure to stimulate acupoints, accelerating blood circulation, and then finds the fetal head, attempting to guide the fetus to move.
This hasn't started yet, it's just strong contractions. I don't know if this method will work.
Anyway, I've tried all the methods I know. Now it's up to luck — if the umbilical cord is wrapped around the neck two or more times, under the current conditions, it can only turn a happy event into a tragedy.
I never thought having a baby would be this difficult.
Born into a family of doctors, I was practically exposed to illnesses and injuries from birth. It didn't seem like a big deal to me. Even when I got pregnant, I didn't feel any pressure at all—with so many doctors in my family, everyone would be actively concerned about my health. As for me, I didn't pay much attention to it myself.
And even if they have children, with modern medical technology, it's really not a big deal. It's pitiful that the mothers here still have to rely on fate when giving birth.
Some tribes would also inoculate children with certain types of blood centipedes to give them immunity to poisons. It's not that this "vaccine" is backward; it's a necessary measure out of desperation.
Perhaps to continue, one would have to accept a way like Lin Yanhuan's, which is somewhat "cruel."
Abandon their homes and ancestors, and then disperse and resettle.
Our country has never allowed gatherings of special groups, from ancient times to the present.
Millennia ago, our ancestors said, "Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it." Who can guarantee that there won't be a few troublemakers among a gathered crowd
If you want to move out, I guess you'll have to compromise.
But what happens after compromise A nation's policies change from generation to generation. If in three or five years, the leader changes, will they implement a closed-door strategy Will they let those kept inside fend for themselves, naturally perish
Perhaps it would only take thirty years for the bloodline to be completely extinct.
This method is a bit like drinking poison to quench your thirst.
To give up one's destiny for the sake of survival in the present.
"Your Highness, Your Highness..." The midwife's voice pulled me back to reality.
"...Lay her on her side, adjust her position with force." I shook my head, trying not to dwell on these painful matters.
The laboring mother was very light, being tossed about by the two of us. Her man outside was sweating nervously, wanting to ask about the situation but afraid to interrupt.
After all this fuss, the laboring woman was once again stimulated by the pain and woke up. The midwife immediately gave her some hot water to drink.
I suddenly understand why some rumors say that during childbirth, some pregnant women want to eat chocolate, hamburgers, and even Red Bull.
This is too physically demanding.
As long as there is still breath, the child in the belly will struggle to come out. When the fruit is ripe, it falls from the vine. This is unstoppable by anyone.
I dared not push too hard, supporting the baby's hips with my hand outside her belly. My other hand couldn't reach, so I had to gently push it outwards in a counterclockwise direction.
Little ancestor, if you still want to live, try your best to struggle.
Because of my nervousness, beads of sweat trickled down my nose. Suddenly, a hand appeared on my shoulder, and I jumped back in surprise, turning to look —
Mu, Mu Wanchen
He's put on the mask again!
It was right when I was feeling nervous, my mind was a blank, that his mask suddenly appeared, giving me quite a fright!
And it was also an ancient wooden mask, covering the upper half of the face, with not even the eyes showing.
“You… what are you doing” I stammered.
Mú Wǎn Chén's mask covered the upper half of his face, only revealing his chin and lips. He sighed helplessly: "Little Princess Consort, you are pregnant yourself. How can you only focus on saving others and disregard your own body"
As he spoke, he reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear.
"......Look at how much you've sweated." His tone was laced with a hint of reproach as he handed over his waterskin.
I took it and gulped down several mouthfuls, asking, "How did you get here People are giving birth here, you should go out quickly."
Mu Wanchen pointed to the mask on his face: "Except for you, I can't see anything."
Um...
"You've covered your eyes, yet you can still see me You must be blindfolded!"
He smirked. “You’re not fooling me.”
This dog food is so sweet... Ugh, no, I wouldn't eat this dog food!
"You, you can wait to speak later. I need to reposition her first. It'll be just a moment." I elbowed him aside.
Mu Wanchen stood up, turned his back, and whispered, "You have one more minute. Come on."
What does it mean
I turned back and saw that he had already left the door.
One more minutey, it drew the attention of the various minor deities bustling with business on the palace floor.Suddenly, the entire Imperial Palace fell silent.The grim-faced little imp, the blue-faced underworld o...