My Lady Always Lacks Ambition

Chapter 717 - Capítulo 717: 701: Delivering the Baby, She Won't Survive!

Capítulo 717: Chapter 701: Delivering the Baby, She Won’t Survive!

Qin Liuxi was about to bid farewell to the Qinglan Temple Master when a sweaty He Ming ran towards her.

“Uncle Master, hurry and come with your nephew to save a life.”

Just as he was about to knock Qin Liuxi over, Hei Sha reached out his hand to stop his forward momentum; there was a thud sound, and He Ming fell to the ground but quickly got up again.

“Your Grandmaster is right, why the rush? Speak slowly.”

He Ming wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, “We can’t delay, otherwise someone will die, and it’s not just one life at stake. Please hurry with me.”

Qin Liuxi curbed her smile and said, “What’s the matter? Tell me as we walk.”

He Ming then explained that down the mountain of Qinglan Temple there is a manor where a noble is recuperating, who is eight months pregnant. Suddenly, she went into labor; returning to the city to give birth was unlikely, so she could only deliver at the manor.

Thus, they invited the medically knowledgeable Qinglan Temple Master. Considering the situation was critical and that Qin Liuxi was also nearby, as a woman, she might be more helpful than a male Taoist.

“Grandmaster said that the noblewoman’s condition is very grave, and her life is in danger,” He Ming said dryly.

Hearing this, Qin Liuxi grabbed his collar and used the Shrinking Land into Inches technique; they quickly arrived at the manor, where Qin Liuxi unexpectedly met an old acquaintance.

The retired and wine-loving Old Prime Minister Wang.

Old Prime Minister Wang was standing by an older man with gray hair, fraught with worry; both were a bit stunned by Qin Liuxi’s sudden appearance.

“Ah, it’s Master Buqiu from Qingping Temple. Old Cao, we have hope now!” Old Prime Minister Wang recognized Qin Liuxi and excitedly shook his old friend’s arm.

Qin Liuxi, with a keen sense, immediately said upon seeing Old Prime Minister Wang, “You’ve been drinking again.”

Old Prime Minister Wang stiffened slightly, looking somewhat embarrassed; after hearing a soft cough from his friend beside him, he said, “It’s just a little, but this isn’t the time to talk about that. We must save her first. Junior Temple Master, this is General Cao, also my fellow townsman. Did you hear about this from little Taoist He Ming? General Cao’s daughter-in-law is in labor and it’s… anyway, we are still counting on your help.”

General Cao, looking very worried, greeted Qin Liuxi with cupped hands.

Qin Liuxi said, “We’ll talk later.”

She had already heard the basics from He Ming about the parturient woman who is a widow. Her husband died at the end of last year fighting bandits while she was pregnant with his posthumous child, who is now the Cao Family’s only hope.

Indeed, General Cao also had only one son, and now that his son is gone, the only hope for continuing the family line rests in his daughter-in-law’s womb.

However, the daughter-in-law, deeply affectionate, had several times thought of joining her deceased husband, being vigilantly watched by her family until now.

Even with bearing a child, she could not bring herself to feel joy; she stayed close to Qinglan Temple in the manor to attend daily scripture readings, hoping it would bring her peace. In the eighth month of pregnancy, planning to return to the city to prepare for childbirth, the baby suddenly made its move.

Being ‘neither fully dead nor fully alive.’

There’s even a saying about this, and her sudden onset threw everything into chaos. Fortunately, they had already invited a midwife to accompany her, and then sent for the Qinglan Temple Master who’s skilled in medical arts, but the situation with Cao Lin was far worse than they imagined.

Cao Lin couldn’t give birth.

The situation was extremely critical.

Qin Liuxi did not bother with pleasantries and followed to the main courtyard. Outside the birthing room, the Qinglan Temple Master stood under the eaves, frowning. When he saw Qin Liuxi, he opened his mouth.

“What’s wrong?”

The Qinglan Temple Master glanced towards General Cao who followed and whispered, “I’m afraid it’s not good.”

Cao Lin, she lacked the will to live.

Qin Liuxi’s heart sank, and her face fell.

“May I go in to see?” Qin Liuxi asked General Cao.

To ensure General Cao understood, the Qinglan Temple Master explained, “Master Buqiu is a female crown and excels in medical skills, she is more suitable than poor Dao.”

After hearing this, General Cao had the servant lead Qin Liuxi inside.

The delivery room was anything but peaceful, yet no one dared to cry, but the oppressive, low atmosphere made it hard to breathe.

As soon as Qin Liuxi entered, a servant, trembling, carried out a basin of bloody water and nearly fell to the ground, but was quickly steadied by Qin Liuxi.

“Young Mistress, Young Mistress, you can’t sleep; please, wake up,” someone cried.

Then an elderly voice scolded, “Shut up! Midwife Zhang, think of something quickly, the Cao Family will be greatly thankful.”

“Let the doctor come in first,” a woman said in panic: “Old Lady, I’m not after the reward money, but the Young Mistress isn’t cooperating, I can’t help her despite having all the methods.”

Qin Liuxi lifted the curtain and walked in, the heavy scent of blood rushing towards her, stirring up her stomach.

Seeing someone enter, everyone was taken aback for a moment, noticing a little Taoist, the midwife at the foot of the bed hastily covered the lower body of the birthing woman with a thin quilt.

“I am a female crown, miss,” Qin Liuxi said a few words and went forward, saying, “Continue with whatever needs to be done; don’t space out.”

She looked at the woman giving birth, and her lips pursed into a straight line, her face looking extremely grim.

The air of death enveloped; she wouldn’t live long.

Qin Liuxi looked down; despite the thin quilt, the woman’s belly was hugely visible, yet the vitality inside was very faint.

Suddenly, a chilly wind blew.

Qin Liuxi immediately looked up; a Ghost Messenger’s figure slowly appeared in the Void, her eyes piercing.

The Ghost Messenger held a Soul Hook Chain, checked the Soul Hooking Life and Death Book in hand, confirming this was the place.

He looked up, feeling a gaze upon him, and followed the line of sight, the ghostly figure shivered.

No, why was this Little Evil God here?

“Sir, what is this?” the Ghost Messenger hesitated and stepped forward.

“How long does she have left?”

The Ghost Messenger weakly replied, “A quarter of an hour.”

With her present, he wasn’t sure if he could successfully hook the soul.

Qin Liuxi untied the needle bag from her waist, pressed the needles into several of Cao Lin’s major acupoints, and then took the birthing woman’s wrist to check her pulse.

Though eight months pregnant, because she harbored constant mental distress throughout the pregnancy, appearing fine on the outside, she was internally burnt out like a lamp without oil, and with this premature birth, she deteriorated even faster, like a flower suddenly subjected to burning, rapidly wilting.

Qin Liuxi looked toward Midwife Zhang: “How many fingers is the cervix dilated? Can it fully dilate within a quarter of an hour?”

“Only three fingers,” Midwife Zhang shook her head and said, “The Young Mistress’s condition is unstable, I’m afraid it can’t.”

“Can you possibly pull the child out directly?”

Midwife Zhang turned pale, her hands trembled, and she fell to the ground.

Even Old Mrs. Cao was frightened, her body weakened, and the Buddha Beads in her hand were pulled sharply, scattering on the ground.

Ding, ding, ding.

The sound of Buddha Beads hitting the wooden floor was like a soul-summoning bell, chilling to the bone.

“What do you mean?” Old Mrs. Cao looked at Qin Liuxi with a pale face.

Qin Liuxi’s eyes lowered, her voice as cool as ever: “She won’t survive, and neither will the child without extraordinary measures.”

Thud.

Old Mrs. Cao collapsed onto the ground.