Chapter 506: Performing a C-Section in Ancient Times

Rongdi looked utterly confident. In his view, he still acknowledged the skill of Jiguang now. Ever since Jiguang helped Nan Qinghuan deliver her child, he knew she was no ordinary woman.

She could also deliver babies for women, and every single one she handled was spot-on!

Over here, a crowd was waiting outside for news. Dashan stared anxiously into the house. Axi didn't even let out a cry, which made him even more worried.

He feared Axi might just silently slip away.

He still remembered when Nan Qinghuan gave birth—at least she had been crying out. But Axi was too quiet, so quiet that he thought she might already be dead.

Outside there was worry, but inside the house it was tense. The anesthetic took effect quickly after being injected; Axi felt nothing at all, and she was still awake with her eyes open.

Nan Qinghuan had Youchao Xuan sterilize the knife, and then she prepared to start cutting the skin.

"Jiguang, help me move the candlelight over here."

Originally, Jiguang was a midwife for natural births, but now she was also a bit baffled by this Western medicine. She could only assist Nan Qinghuan, not daring to wield the knife herself.

Because Youchao Xuan had said Nan Qinghuan had experience, she also wanted to give it a try and see if a miracle would happen.

Soon, Nan Qinghuan picked up the scalpel and gently sliced into Axi's abdomen. After the cut, Axi could see with her own eyes her belly being opened, yet she felt no pain at all.

Youchao Xuan saw blood flowing out and had to use cotton to staunch it—this was experience he had gained last time. Next came the second dermis, and finally, the place where life was nurtured.

Nan Qinghuan's methodical knife work stunned even Jiguang; she hadn't expected her to actually pull it off!

This C-section was no ordinary matter; if done poorly, it could kill.

Then, the sharp knife cut through the surface layer of the abdomen. After cutting through, within a thin layer of flesh, they saw a tiny infant curled up.

Nan Qinghuan's hand gently cradled the child's small head. The child was truly tiny, just a bit bigger than her palm, covered in blood.

She gently pulled the child out, then lifted it high, ready to cut the umbilical cord.

"Look, Axi, the child is fine."

As soon as the child left the womb and breathed its first air, it began to wail loudly. The child was dark-skinned, with thick hair, and though its body was small and wrinkled, it didn't look like a premature baby at all—its cries were exceptionally loud.

"Quick, stop the bleeding and stitch the wound."

Stopping the bleeding and stitching the wound—Nan Qinghuan was extremely quick. After she finished everything, Axi had already fallen asleep.

The abdomen was stitched with sterile thread, so there would be no need to remove stitches later. After all this was done, Jiguang checked the child's vital signs, which left her even more amazed.

"Nan Qinghuan, this is truly miraculous. The child is clearly premature, but its body is quite strong, just a bit small."

"Quick, put it next to Axi and see if there's any milk."

After this was finished, the people outside suddenly started pounding on the door—it was Dashan's anxious voice.

"Ohm, how is Axi? Has the baby been born?"

The three of them were all busy and sweating profusely, but now seeing the child survive healthily, mother and child safe, they felt it didn't matter how hard they had worked.

"Go, open the door."

When the door opened, Dashan was the first to rush in. When he saw that Axi's belly had shrunk and the child had come out and was nursing, he suddenly knelt down before them.

"Great, thank you, Goddess, thank you all."

Dashan wept tears of joy. Jiguang glanced at him and hurried to wash her hands. "Alright, mother and child are safe. Pay attention to postpartum care. She can't get out of bed; she has to wait until her body has healed. The child is premature but very healthy. Bring him to me in seven days, and I'll check him again."

"Yes, yes, thank you, Jiguang, thank you."

Dashan was overjoyed and hurried over to see Axi and the child. At that moment, he was a bit dazed, because he saw a tiny little thing curled up inside the Cotton Cloth, its little face wrinkled, fast asleep.

And Axi was also resting. He saw the rise and fall of her breathing, and at that moment, he felt immensely satisfied.

Great, both the child and the mother were safe.

"Jiguang, Qinghuan."

Outside, everyone wanted to come in. Nan Qinghuan, considering the space was too small, quickly asked everyone to leave. Before leaving, she instructed Dashan to take good care of Axi, then led them out.

After they went out, Ying and Rongdi and the others were all waiting there, each going to see their own women.

Rongdi even grabbed Jiguang in a hug, not caring how many people were around, and gave her a kiss. "Jiguang, I heard the child's cry—it lived?"

Jiguang was startled by his enthusiasm. This man had no shame!

"It lived. Everyone, rest assured, mother and child are safe."

"Is it a son?"

That day, Axi's household had a great joy. Axi had given Dashan a son. Although the child was a bit small and premature, Jiguang had checked the child's body and found its bodily functions acceptable, and its internal organs were well-developed. So, the child's birth made her even more curious about the genes of these Ancient People.

If it were an ordinary person, the child might not survive, but the genes of the Ancient People were very strong, and the child would be healthy.

As dusk fell, after all the busy work, everyone took their own women home. After they left, Nan Qinghuan and Ying were also about to head back.

"Qinghuan, let's go home."

Nan Qinghuan also missed the children. Somehow, when she pulled the child out from the belly, she felt that life was truly miraculous. She thought of her own two children—they had come out the same way.

Thinking about it, it was really not easy.

Axi and the child had finally survived healthily.

She went to instruct Dashan on a few things before leaving with peace of mind. After returning home, the two children were being held by A Mu and the Old Ancestor. The children were well-behaved and barely cried.

This made Nan Qinghuan feel that her son and daughter were very easy to care for.

"A Mu, Old Ancestor, thank you for watching the kids for me."

The Old Ancestor's favorite was the eldest son, Beibei. Yingbeibei had been eating well these past few days and growing fast; it felt like his clothes would soon be too small.

And he barely cried, and had even learned to smile.

Nan Qinghuan rarely held her son. A Mu, seeing her go out, was still worried. "Qinghuan, you'd better not go out. Your postpartum confinement isn't over yet. It's best to rest at home. Your health is the most important."

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