Volume One, Chapter 10: Crying Only Makes It Worse

Although Jiang Ruoyu was writhing in unbearable pain, she still struggled to conceal it at this moment.

“Little doctor! You…”

Wen Shiyan turned her head, revealing a pair of eyes bright and resolute, as pure as freshly fallen snow. “I have never delivered a baby before; I only watched my mother give birth to my little sister. But I understand medicine. Will you trust me?”

Jiang Ruoyu had been struggling all morning and was utterly exhausted. She knew clearly she could not give birth to this child. “Please, just try.”

“All right.”

Wen Shiyan was relieved she had brought silver needles. She rummaged through a drawer to find a candle, lit it, and borrowed a dagger from Liang Jiang.

She had never felt the journey back to the city so long.

The carriage took a shortcut and had just sped up to the city gate when a sharp newborn cry rang out.

Wen Shiyan held the baby close to Jiang Ruoyu, her eyes involuntarily shimmering with emotion.

Without anesthetic, she had forcibly made an incision with the dagger. Jiang Ruoyu hadn’t even whimpered, showing just how excruciating the pain she had endured earlier was.

Jiang Ruoyu was still bleeding heavily, but she seemed to feel nothing.

She gently stroked the child’s face, a serene smile touching her lips.

Wen Shiyan’s throat tightened. She shouted outside, “Hurry! Quickly!”

The mother was losing strength.

“Talk to me, don’t fall asleep,” Wen Shiyan said, steadying her hand as she inserted a silver needle into an acupoint, trying to preserve the last breath. “You haven’t named the baby yet.”

“No need. My life has been filled with misfortune; I don’t want to pass it on to my child,” Jiang Ruoyu whispered softly.

Wen Shiyan stifled the urge to curse. Unsure what else to say, she began to share her own story: “My mother has been upset since I was born. I was picky, mischievous, always causing trouble. I often felt unlucky.”

Jiang Ruoyu’s brows curved slightly. “But your mother surely doesn’t think that way.”

“Then your child won’t think so either,” Wen Shiyan said, looking at her.

Jiang Ruoyu was stunned for a moment, then silently let tears fall from the corner of her mouth.

“Actually, I had already decided. My child’s name will be... will be…”

Soon, the carriage stopped in front of the Yong’an Medical Clinic.

When Wen Shiyan rushed inside carrying the fainting Jiang Ruoyu, all eyes were immediately drawn to them, then quickly gathered, pointing and whispering.

“Doctor!”

A young attendant at the front desk hurried over. “What are you doing? There’s a queue!”

Wen Shiyan stepped past him and placed Jiang Ruoyu on a small bed. “Find a doctor. There’s a patient about to die.”

An older man asked, “What’s wrong with her? You’re all covered in blood.”

Wen Shiyan caught her breath for a moment, then pulled him aside and whispered, “She just gave birth. Her lower body is torn and needs stitching, bleeding must be stopped, medicine applied, and we need to prepare a hundred-year ginseng decoction.”

The old man shook his head repeatedly. His first question was, “What’s your relation to her?”

“I…” Wen Shiyan gritted her teeth. “I’m her younger brother.”

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