Chapter 208: The Midwife Hesitates to Speak

"Mother, wait until your body recovers a bit, then I'll tell you."

Qiao Sheng said that because she saw that Lan Yue Niang's condition was still not good.

Lan Yue Niang now wanted to know; she struggled to sit up, but Qiao Sheng stopped her: "Mother, just worry about the child; don't you care about yourself?"

She really wanted to ask her whether, in their hearts, the sisters were not as important as the brother.

But after thinking, she still didn't ask that.

Lan Yue Niang said: "Lianhua, don't be angry; Mother is just curious."

"I'll tell you in a moment."

Qiao Sheng took the child and had the midwife tidy up for her mother. She didn't tidy up herself not because she looked down on her mother, but because she didn't know how, and was even more afraid of hurting Lan Yue Niang.

Seeing Lan Yue Niang's complexion worsening, Qiao Sheng had the doctor hold the child and prepared a bowl of Spirit Spring Water for her to drink.

"Not good, bleeding again!"

The midwife wiped and wiped, discovering the blood increasing, and she cried out in alarm.

Seeing Lan Yue Niang about to close her eyes, Qiao Sheng shouted: "Mother, you haven't seen your child yet, you can't sleep! You wanted to know whether this child is a boy or a girl, open your eyes and I'll show you!"

The doctor walked over holding the child.

Qiao Sheng took the child, and the doctor went to get the silver needles.

After half a quarter hour of turmoil, the bleeding stopped.

Qiao Sheng stared at that glaring red, and didn't speak for a while.

"All right, nothing's wrong."

The doctor's words brought Qiao Sheng back to her senses.

Qiao Sheng locked her gaze on him and asked: "Really, Mother really is all right?"

"Hmm."

The doctor nodded.

The midwife said beside her: "Lianhua, I've delivered many women; there are plenty with your mother's condition, but none were as fortunate as your mother—she has pulled through, and she will surely be fine."

For ordinary people, massive bleeding simply cannot be stopped.

Her mother stopped the bleeding without saying anything, and she stopped it quite quickly.

Qiao Hushui and them outside had already been waiting anxiously.

Qiao Xuehua, pressed against the room door, asked Qiao Sheng: "Elder sister, how is Mother? Did she give birth to a younger brother or sister?"

"Mother is fine; I'll hold the child for you to see in a moment, then you'll know."

Qiao Sheng still didn't say.

After the midwife tidied up Lan Yue Niang, she looked at Qiao Sheng and said: "Your mother lost too much blood; afterward she needs proper nourishment. And you…"

"What's the problem?"

Qiao Sheng tightly held the sister in her arms and asked.

The midwife pursed her lips and said: "This child was premature; their health later probably won't be good, and moreover they were born in the eighth month—this child…"

The midwife, having said that, wanted to speak further but stopped.

Seven births, eight deaths.

Qiao Sheng knew, but she thought it was superstition.

"I understand; you don't need to say anything more."

Qiao Sheng placed the child beside her mother, then took out one tael of silver from her purse and handed it to the midwife.

The midwife waved her hand: "No, I don't need that much."

She wouldn't think of bribing her.

Have her tell his father that Lan Yue Niang gave birth to a son, right?

Without further ado, Qiao Sheng placed the money in her hand: "You've worked hard today; this is what you deserve."

She also gave the doctor some extra.

When seeing them off.

Qiao Sheng carried her sister out together.

As soon as they left.

Qiao Hushui and the others gathered around, asking about Lan Yue Niang's condition; upon learning she had stabilized, they then looked at the child and asked whether it was a boy or a girl.

"Father, I want to say Mother gave birth to a daughter; will you be very disappointed?"

Qiao Sheng stared directly at Qiao Hushui and asked.

She didn't miss any of his reactions.

Qiao Hushui was calmer than Qiao Sheng had imagined; he said to her: "A daughter is a daughter; perhaps I am destined never to become a grandfather. To say I'm not disappointed would be impossible, but I also guessed it might be another daughter."

Qiao Xuehua found it somewhat hard to accept.

"How could this be…"

(End of chapter)