Chapter 33 End-of-life entrustment

The atmosphere in the room is very depressing. Obviously, there are so many people in the room. Except for the mother's violent gasp, they are silent.

Xu Jiao had no strength at all. In the end, she couldn't even make a sound of pain. Her lips were one by one, but she couldn't make any sound. Only a pair of gray eyes were so defeated that they could hardly focus. Her eyes penetrated the blurred tears and looked at Huang Fu Chong, full of hope and pleading.

Su Siman stood up and gave up his seat to Huangfu Chong. When she looked up, she sent him a gloomy look.

Huangfu Chongli understood that if this bad situation could not be guaranteed, Su Siman's intention was to ask him to save the child. For doctors, such an ending is also a silent injury. He nodded slightly and gave her a silent promise. At such a moment, Su Siman suddenly felt that she was connected with him. He understood her. She stubbornly turned her head to prevent him from seeing the tears falling from the corners of her eyes.

This small communication did not escape Xu Jiao's eyes. She finally relieved and took a long breath.

"You are too weak to eat something, otherwise you have no strength." Huangfu Chongdao.

Xu Jiao moved her fingers slightly, and a layer of tears fell in the blink of an eye. Her throat squirmed with difficulty, but she still couldn't say a word, only the sound of sobbing echoed silently. Huangfu Chong just looked at her quietly, with some pity and domineering orders. Xu Jiao turned her eyes and looked at Su Siman earnestly.

Su Siman knew that she couldn't eat at all, so he had to answer on her behalf: "If she can't eat, don't force her."

Huangfu Chong said solemnly, "But if you don't eat, where can you get strength? If it continues to be consumed like this, even the magic doctor can't be rejuvenated again.

Su Siman twisted his sleeves, locked his eyebrows deeply, and didn't say a word for a long time. He only looked at Xu Jiao sadly. Finally, he couldn't bear to lose his face.

"I brought some midwifery drugs, and it will work immediately, but you are too weak at present, I'm afraid you can't afford it. After this dose of medicine, the child was not born, but..." Huangfu Chong took the medicine from his sleeve and pinched it in his hand for a moment and hesitated whether to put it down or take it back.

Su Siman pulled him down in the cubicle and tried to keep his voice down: "Do you really think she can still eat? She can't even speak, and I'm afraid she can't swallow. The midwifery medicine must not be used. She has reached the point where the oil is exhausted. Takeing the medicine is tantamount to killing, and children and adults will not be able to save it.

Huang Fu Chong was silent and his face was a little pale. In fact, there is another plan in his heart, but he can't say it.

Su Siman understood his mind. She did not hesitate and said bluntly, "Let's have a Caesarean section."

This idea has hovered in her mind hundreds of times. Although this production method is very common in modern times, it must be very rare in ancient times. Moreover, the ancients had many taboos when giving birth. They often thought that it was unlucky for the mother to die due to dystocia. It is even more unknown that they lost too much blood and died with injuries. After death, they could not enter the ancestral grave and could only find another place. This is already the case for ordinary people's families, not to mention the imperial family. But in the current situation, there is no better choice except this method.

Later, I'm afraid even this method won't work. Looking at Xu Jiao's appearance, her whole body was shrouded in the shadow of death and looked lax, as if she would be summoned by death at any time. If she dies like this, the fetus will also suffocate. How can you watch the two lives pass quietly like this? Even if you want to be scolded and poked in the spine, you can't deprive that little life so cruelly, not to mention that Xu Jiao pleaded with her like that before.

Su Siman nodded to him with a heart, stretched out his hand and took the small bag of medicine, silently pushed his shoulder and urged him to enter.

Su Siman did not follow up. After Huang Fu Chong left, she slipped to the ground, put her back against the cold wall, and covered her face and sobbed. She has never been so powerless in her life. She once thought she was brave and fearless in the face of death. Now it suddenly clears that she is not not afraid of death, but hopes to transition her life to modern times again through death. But what happened today suddenly made her clear that she was actually timid and she could not face death. Life can make people in awe. Death is also heavier than Mount Tai and lighter than a feather. Some people can't live in the glory of a great death, but they can calmly calm down in the face of death and exchange their own death for the continuation of another life. Such a person is the glory of death even if his life is not great, even if the way to die is in the world. How unbearable it is in the eyes.

The glory of motherhood, this word was often seen in the past. At this time, only Xu Jiao's pale face was weak and weak words echoed in Su Siman's mind. She wants to save her child, even if she pays the price of her life. Such maternal love is great and selfless, but cruel.

Su Siman's mind was in a mess, his hands and feet were cold, and his heart was cold from his back.

The maids of honor walked by with blood vessels and couldn't distinguish Su Siman's mind. She watched them go in and out, occasionally glanced at the inner room, and saw all kinds of clothes wandering, and she only felt dizzy. Someone wanted to help her up, but she didn't want to move. The maid of honor moved the small embroidery pier. She didn't sit, but sat on the ground.

The light was not very good at dusk, not to mention that the night was about to fall, and candles rose early in the bedroom. The dim yellow flame always did not burn, and the bean-sized flame seemed to be wrapped in black smoke, which was so depressed that the flame could not raise its head. The incense on the table lingered, and the white fog rose, and finally disappeared into the air.

Time passed so slowly that the world seemed to stop, and even the small footsteps that came and went stopped. Su Siman listened, and every second passed, which made her heart beat. Why was it so quiet? Obviously, there were so many people. Why was it so quiet? It was so terrible! She suspected that she was suddenly deaf and felt that she was about to go crazy, which made her scared and uneasy. She wanted to scream but couldn't scream. Her chest was blocked, as if she was about to suffocate.

Without warning, a strong autumn wind slapped the window, and the maid of honor had not yet approached the front plug. The window had been blown open from the outside, making a creaky harsh sound, and finally broke the silent world.

Su Siman stood up with excitement. Because of the excessive force, she fainted and almost fell down.

Almost at the same time as she got up, the candle went out silently and the room suddenly fell into darkness.

The next second, a loud baby cried and pierced the darkness and rushed to the world.

Su Siman heard this sound, burst into tears in an instant, paralyzed himself, and sat back.

"I gave birth to a little highness!"

The stable woman in it reported the good news loudly and happily.

Su Siman didn't have time to wipe her tears and went in in a hurry. The stable woman was happily holding the baby to take a bath. She met Su Siman and quickly showed her the child.

Su Siman only saw the child's wet and bloody little face, wrinkled and couldn't see his facial features at all. She didn't know what it was like in her heart. She seemed to be a little sad and happy, but more indescribable emotions.

The smell of blood in the inner room has not dissipated, as if it can't be diluted and evacuated. Seven or eight rekindled candles made the room as bright as day.

Xu Jiao closed her eyes and seemed to have fainted. Huang Fu Chong held a long needle with a thread in his hand and blood in his hand, and was about to sew the wound for her. Although he also knows that this will not save her life, it can at least make her more decent and not be as embarrassing as her.

Huang Fu Chong said in a hoarse voice, "Don't look, go outside first."

Su Siman tried her best to hide her lips and suppressed her. Before she could leave, Xu Jiao suddenly opened her eyes, looked at her with burning eyes, and spit out a few words with great effort: "Sister-child...please...you..."

Maybe she hadn't said anything before, but said these words with strength. Each word was very clear and penetrated into Su Siman's heart through her eardrums. Su Siman couldn't move his steps, turned around, stepped forward quickly, half knelt in front of the bed and held her hand, nodded hard, and said solemnly, "Don't worry, I will take good care of the child."

When Xu Jiao heard this sentence, she touched the corners of her mouth. She smiled, and her bleak face finally eased a little. The light in the eyes almost covered the light of the candle, but the light dissipated too quickly, more gorgeous than fireworks, and shorter than fireworks.