When Leng Fengqing saw her, she suddenly became alert. She lay on the ground, held the sword and pointed it at her. Her face was grim with pain, "You...who are you?"
Yuan Qingling moved on her toes, looked at her, and raised her hands, "I'm a villager at the foot of the mountain. I don't mean any harm. Are you...going to have a baby? I've learned midwifery, and I can help you."
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"Village?" Leng Fengqing has gone through many hardships to get to this point. Naturally, she will not believe her words easily. She took a breath and waved her sword, "You go, I don't need your help!"
Yuan Qing stopped hurriedly, not daring to move forward, fearing that she would hurt herself if she swung the sword carelessly.
The pain of childbirth was greater than anything else. She raised her sword for a while, and then the severe labor pain hit her. The pain was so painful that she couldn't even lift the sword. She lowered her hands, covered her abdomen, and took in big breaths. Her face was so painful that
Deformed.
Yuan Qingling walked over quickly, knelt half in front of her, reached out and gently combed her abdomen, and said: "Relax, breathe slowly, don't pant in a hurry."
Leng Fengqing obviously no longer had the strength to fight her. She bent her legs and tried to slowly adjust her breathing. Her eyes were half-squinted. The person who suddenly appeared in front of her didn't seem real.
She was almost out of strength. She was tired, thirsty, and hungry. Everything in front of her seemed to be a double image. She felt a slight pain in her wrist. She wanted to turn her head to look, but the woman was kneeling beside her abdomen and blocked her.
I didn't know what she was doing, but the slight pain disappeared quickly.
Yuan Qingling hooked up an intravenous drip for her. There was no place to hang a bottle on the ground, so she could only get it from a distance and use a bamboo pole to prop it up to replenish her strength and some nutrition. Then she stayed by her side, clinging to her.
His hands taught her childbirth with words.
She could do more, but she couldn't. Seeing Leng Fengqing in such pain made her feel sad.
Yuan Qingling didn't know whether it was wrong or right for her to come out. She just couldn't bear to see her giving birth to a child in the snow so miserably with no one around her.
I don't know if it was because of Yuan Qingling's company, or maybe because of the intravenous drip that replenished her physical strength. Leng Fengqing seemed a little better, but the pain of labor was still very difficult for her who was injured and exhausted.
She gritted her teeth and finally gave birth to the baby after a burst of pain.
The baby was born and did not cry. Yuan Qingling took one look at it and reached out to hold it out. The little purple-black face was wrinkled.
She quickly took off her thick clothes, wrapped the child up, and placed it on Leng Fengqing's body. Leng Fengqing had almost fainted, but subconsciously held the child tightly.
Yuan Qingling held back tears, slowly let go of her hand, stood up and stepped back.
Leng Fengqing tilted her head and opened her eyes, trying to see her clearly, but the sky was gloomy and she was severely dizzy, so she could only see a blurry shadow.
Yuan Qingling saw her lips parted slightly, as if to say thank you, but she had no strength to speak and could only hold the child tightly.
Not long after, the wolves came and sniffed around Leng Fengqing for a while. Leng Fengqing had fainted at this time, but she was not necessarily completely unconscious because her hands were still holding the child tightly. She finally
All the strength was used to hold the child.
The snow wolf finally took the baby away. At this time, Leng Fengqing really seemed to be dead. Yuan Qingling went out to help her tidy up her clothes and called her. She had no reaction. Yuan Qingling stepped back and continued.