Yu Mingyue held on tightly, her heart filled with fear, so much fear.
She was afraid that everything she had done would be in vain—her brother’s expedition, her father’s demotion, her mother…
Would her mother truly leave, just like in those storybooks?
“Nan Xing is stitching up Madam’s wound. Miss, please don’t go in yet.” Dong Zhi dared not let Yu Mingyue enter.
There was so much blood; she was afraid it would frighten the young lady.
Granny Rong also quickly advised, “Miss, mothers are most afraid of catching a chill. Since the young master has already been born, Madam will surely be fine.”
Nan Xing had two young maids to help her pick herbs and assist, but they had never seen such a scene before. Seeing so much blood, they nearly fainted.
Fortunately, Nan Xing remained calm and methodical in the face of crisis.
While this method made it easier to deliver the child, the most difficult part was stopping the bleeding and stitching the wound after the baby was out.
If there was even the slightest mistake in any of the subsequent steps, it would be a matter of life and death. Nan Xing also felt a bead of sweat on her brow.
The young maid beside her kept wiping her sweat, while the other assisted her in treating the wound.
Just as Nan Xing had said, the medicine’s effect only lasted for the time it takes an incense stick to burn. Cui Shi was awakened by an unprecedented pain, more severe than when she gave birth to Ming Jing.
She clutched the bedsheets tightly, biting her lip hard, trying her best not to move her body erratically.
She knew that the more she resisted, the slower Nan Xing’s movements would be, and the less likely she was to survive.
The room was so quiet that even a gasp could be heard. Qin Mama also bit her lip, daring not to cry out.
Cui Shi had fainted from the pain. Qin Mama could no longer bear it and quickly left the inner chamber, immediately kneeling before the statue of Guanyin.
“Bodhisattva Guanyin, all the deities in heaven, please protect my Madam, ensuring her safety. If my Madam is safe, this old servant is willing to exchange my old life for hers. I beg the Bodhisattva, I beg all the deities, to protect her.”
The wound was finally stitched, and the bleeding was temporarily stopped. Although Cui Shi’s pulse was weak, her life was not in immediate danger. As long as there was no internal bleeding within the next twelve hours, it would be considered a success.
“Father,” Yu Mingyue turned around upon hearing footsteps and indeed, it was Yu Ze Yan, who had returned in a hurry.
Yu Mingyue cried and threw herself into Yu Ze Yan’s arms. “Mother bled so much, Father, I don’t want anything to happen to Mother.”
“Be good, your mother is fine. Your mother will be fine. Go to the next room and rest for a while. Father will go in and see your mother.” Yu Ze Yan was worried about Cui Shi’s safety, but he also knew that childbirth was extremely perilous and dared not let his daughter see it, fearing it would frighten her.
Cui Shi’s wound had just been stitched and had not yet been tidied. As soon as Yu Ze Yan entered, he smelled the strong scent of blood, along with a pile of blood-stained gauze on the table nearby.
He instinctively felt something was wrong. In almost an instant, he rushed to Cui Shi’s bedside and knelt on one knee. “Manman.”
Cui Shi’s face was pale, devoid of color, her lips tightly pressed together, showing no response.
“Manman, I’m back, say something,” Yu Ze Yan’s voice choked with emotion. He called out again and instinctively reached for her hand.
Her hand was ice-cold, her pulse faint.
“My Lord, Madam has temporarily fainted. She will wake up in at least two to three hours. You must not move her body.” Nan Xing reminded him cautiously.
If the Lord, with his strength, accidentally caused the wound to burst open, all their efforts would be in vain.
“Are you sure she merely fainted?” Yu Ze Yan’s voice was stern, his ferocity as if he wanted to kill someone.
“Yes, but she must pass the next twelve hours to be completely out of danger!” Nan Xing replied.
“Madam’s health has always been good. How could she suddenly have a premature birth?”