Chapter 247: Blood Charcoal

Xu Cong'an took a long breath and forced himself to calm down. Although he was not a holy hand in the field of daughter, he was naturally not an ignorant folk man. Xuejian's pulse was weak and thin. He loosened his hand and pressed it slightly on Xuejian's abdomen. He felt that the outline of the uterus was unclear and could not touch the bottom of the uterus. He knew that it was due to the softness and contraction of the uterus. Sometimes the placenta has been peeled off, but the uterus is unable to excrete it, resulting in blood accumulation in the uterine cavity. At this time, the bottom of the uterus should be massaged to push out the placenta and blood pressure.

Looking at Xu Cong'an's consistent movements and the faint sweat on his forehead, even without medical common sense, Zhou Bo knew the danger at this time. If this is a modern hospital, doctors will naturally tell Zhou Bo, who is completely at a loss, with contempt, do you know? The mother is too young and belongs to a high-risk mother. Her uterine muscle fibers are stunted and her spirit is overstressed, so the labor process is too long, resulting in uterine contraction and weakness. There is no way to expel the peeled placenta and blood accumulates in the uterine cavity, so that such a hemorrhage will occur. ( Pregnant women under the age of 16 are prone to become high-risk mothers. I hope young people nowadays will care more about their bodies.

The reason why Xuejian is lying on the birth bed now is unknown. It is precisely because of the result of premature pregnancy and childbearing in high-risk pregnancy. Although most girls in Dashun get married at this age and then become mothers, there are still many mothers who have not survived at this last moment.

Zhou Bo can't help. He can only look at Xu Cong'an's rhythmic gentle massage of Xue Jian's abdomen, which is to massage the uterus. This is the simplest and effective way to promote uterine contraction to reduce bleeding. However, the blood kept flowing out, and Xu Cong'an's face was also solemn to the extreme, and his forehead was sweating.

That's right! Xu Cong'an's eyes, from Zhou Bo's hair, saw the charcoal basin in the delivery room. Red meets black, then it stops! After the blood of the hair,... the Fang family called for blood.

"Brother Bo, slowly burn your hair into ashes and smash it! Hurry up!"

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What does it mean? However, Zhou Bo had no time to think about it carefully, although his parents did not dare to be injured, and the beginning of filial piety. But at this moment, there are many scissors in the delivery room. Zhou Bo couldn't care about spreading his hair and cut it off. I'm afraid it's not enough. He took the scissors and cut them randomly on his head. Even if he exchanged his life for his life, he would not hesitate to change it, let alone use his own hair!

Regardless of whether he can hurt himself, just looking at his hesitation about his hair (ancient hair is really linked to filial piety), Xu Cong'an's dissatisfaction with Zhou Bo in the past year has slowly dissipated.

Come back, see you, come back! I can't lose you! No!

Zhou Bo mechanically cut his hair randomly and shouted in his heart, but he always bit his lips without making a sound.

In a trance, everything in the past surged into my mind. These memories tore Zhou Bo's heart. He has never hated himself so much. He has always lived with himself as the center. Knowing Xuejian and liking her, he thought of a way to keep her by deception, as if he had never felt guilty. I really fell in love with her and couldn't live without her. I wanted to see her all the time, so I tried to cheat my family under Xue Jian's "forced marriage". But later, Xuejian committed suicide and Xuejian left. Zhou Bo suddenly saw himself clearly. It turned out that without her, he was just a walking corpse! See you, come back! Come back to see our children! Come back!

Zhou Bo's scalp, under such an orderless and messy grass-like "knife skill", has long appeared a series of blood marks, but he did not feel anything. The pain in his heart was so deep that he could not breathe.

Several women were scared, but under Xu Cong'an's hint, they got up together to stop Zhou Bo's behavior. Zhou Bo knelt weakly in front of Xue Jian's bed and cried silently. Xue Jian's face was so blue and his hands and feet were so cold. He couldn't help shaking and holding Xue Jian's hand and trying to warm her with his body temperature.

"Ah...ah..." There was a hoarse and eager voice in my ear. Xue saw... Zhou Bo called in his heart and couldn't believe his ears. With all his strength, he dared to raise his head and want to touch the far and vague face. The soft and cold hand in his hand clenched him, and his tears suddenly dripped between his hands.

With this simple blood charcoal and massage, the blood collapse finally stopped!

Xuejian seemed to suddenly walk in a foggy space. She didn't know whether it was day or night, and she couldn't tell where it was. It was surrounded by white fog. She felt that everything was chaotic. She was so tired that she just wanted to sit down and rest, but her legs were not her own. She could only move and move so numbly and tiredly. Because there seems to be a light in front of him, and his legs are controlled by this light and move there. Everything is vague, and even consciousness and memory are gradually becoming nothing. Where did you come from? I don't know. Where else to go? I don't know. Her heart seemed to be suddenly missing a piece, and there was a dull pain in pain.

Who are you? It seems to be called Chu Xuan, and it seems to be called Xuejian, and I have a little impression that it is called Zixin. A person has three names, and he really earned it. Thinking of this, she couldn't help laughing heartlessly.

It's so cold. My body is getting colder and colder in the fog. This cold is also so familiar. There should be a person whose body temperature has warmed her, but why can't I remember who this person is? Moreover, as long as I think of this person, there will be a burst of sadness in my heart. I don't know if it comes from me or that person? Once there was such a person whose face was cold, but his body was surprisingly warm; his voice was cold, but his eyes were so hot.

Slowly, this person's face gradually flashed and became clear. It was Zhou Bo! As soon as Zhou Bo's name appeared in his mind, Xuejian's consciousness suddenly recovered. Yes, she was Xuejian, once Chu Xuan, or was also a purple heart, but in the end, she was just Xuejian! It seems that Zhou Bo has not thought of the past for a long time, and it seems that he has just broken up with him. At this time, this consciousness is like the dust blown away, all exposed to the fog.

She returned to the time when she had just crossed, and even felt the irresistible cold and hunger. At this time, someone was rubbing her arms and body with something. She opened her heavy eyelids. It was Zhou Bo! He was clumsily rubbing her frozen body over and over again with snow. Her mind was blank, only Zhou Bo's hand and sweat.

Is the gear of fate opened at this time? If it weren't for me at that time, what kind of story would it be? Unfortunately, Zixin met Zhou Bo and became Xuejian; how lucky Chu Xuan became Xuejian and met Zhou Bo!

From then on, it has been an intersection full of trust and distrust, a entangle full of love and dislove, and a life full of understanding and being understood. She met him, fell in love with him, married him, hated him, and then loved him... and had his children.

It seems that just in the past, Zhou Bo's anxious and worried face came out beside her...

"Come back, see you, come back! I can't lose you! Can't!" This is Zhou Bo's voice! Yes, it's Zhou Bo who is calling her! If he doesn't go back, Zhou Bo will definitely be angry. Will he beat people?

Thinking like this, Xue Jian became afraid. What if Zhou Bo, a dark man, was angry with his child because he couldn't find himself?

"Ah...ah..." Xue saw that she suddenly struggled and tried her best to squeeze out the word "child", but her throat seemed to be blocked by something. She, who lost too much blood, quickly exhausted her strength and fainted in the surprised voices of Zhou Bo and Xu Cong'an.

I don't know how long he slept, but Xue Jian finally woke up. This time, she finally has the strength to open her eyelids. When you open your eyes, the first thing that comes into your eyes is an inexplicable big bald head, a big bald head? Is this the situation? In addition, there is a familiar smell of traditional Chinese medicine in the room.

"It's Zhou Bo!" Obviously, the surprised face under the big bald head is Zhou Bo's. Those concerned and happy eyes brought so much blood. She didn't pay attention and was shocked. Is this a rabbit?

"Dalang, are you going to be a monk? So what should I do?

When I saw Xuejian finally woke up, I didn't expect that the first sentence I said was this sentence! Zhou Bo was stunned. His wife always had a paste in his mind. Did she really wake up? Haven't you fully understood your situation yet? Shaking his head, Zhou Bo looked at his wife almost greedily. His still pale little mouth was slightly open, his small nose was straight, his eyebrows were bent like a crescent moon, and his eyes were flexible, like an elf**, but he was an elf!

"I'm talking about it again." Zhou Bo frowned and scolded her, but his voice seemed to be full of thousands of attachments and tenderness. Hearing this, the snow almost crisped his bones, and the goose bumps fell off a bed.

Xuejian turned her eyes and looked around the room where she was. The room is not very big, much smaller than the bedroom of myself and Zhou Bo. The lights in the room are so weak that such a small room cannot be completely illuminated.

Xuejian's voice was soft and unclear when he woke up, but Zhou Bo was shocked. He raised his head in surprise and saw that half of his hair fell down like a waterfall, and the yellow light reflected on his hair, shining like the best satin. The beautiful face was half covered by the hair, but it added a little charm to the childish little face.