My Lady Always Lacks Ambition

Chapter 718 - Capítulo 718: 702: Cesarean Section to Take the Child

Capítulo 718: Chapter 702: Cesarean Section to Take the Child

Qin Liuxi’s “malicious” words left everyone in the delivery room stunned and pale-faced.

Isn’t this equivalent to saying that it will result in one corpse and two lives?

Old Mrs. Cao glared at Qin Liuxi, this little girl, how dare she, how dare she?

Yet, as she looked towards her daughter-in-law lying on the bed with a pale face and weak breathing, and her big motionless belly, her heart tightened and began to ache.

Being a woman herself, having lived half her lifetime, she also had children at an old age and struggled through it, only to have her son die in her later years, leaving a pregnant daughter-in-law. But every time the doctor took the Peace Pulse, wasn’t he always advising more peace of mind?

The daughter-in-law couldn’t listen, just enduring through it until now, but now it has turned into devastatingly bad news?

Old Mrs. Cao very much wanted to scold Qin Liuxi, but the words at her lips turned into tears rolling down.

She knew clearly in her heart, with her daughter-in-law in this condition, how could she possibly give birth to the child?

Outside the door, the moment the ghost messenger arrived, the Qinglan Temple Master, sensing something, stood up with a solemn face and looked towards the delivery room, his fingers pinching at his knuckles and he sighed.

He looked towards General Cao, hesitated to speak.

General Cao’s heart thudded wildly, filled with panic.

But Qin Liuxi didn’t waste words with Old Mrs. Cao, instead looking at the midwife and asking again: “Can you pull the child out?”

The midwife actually understood that with the Young Mistress in her current state, not to mention the slow opening of the birth canal, the absence of vitality made it impossible to give birth. She knew she couldn’t get the reward money, and might even end up with deaths on her hands, she was already panicking inside.

Yet Qin Liuxi still asked her if she could pull the child out, she was so scared that her hands went weak and couldn’t lift, crying out, “I, I can’t do it.”

Seeing this, Qin Liuxi didn’t speak further, looking towards Cao Lin and her abdomen where the child’s life force was getting weaker. She extended a hand and passed a strand of energy over her belly.

“Old Lady, if we delay any further, it will end up as one corpse and two lives. If you want to save the child, I can perform a cesarean.”

Old Mrs. Cao, just being helped up, heard this and her legs went weak again, her lips trembling, “You, you!”

The midwife also felt weak all over, cesarean? Isn’t that just like killing someone?

“Please make a decision soon.” Qin Liuxi said coldly: “They cannot wait any longer, you have half a moment.”

Old Mrs. Cao bit hard on her tongue tip, slightly tilting her head, and a servant stepped out, while she said: “Please invite the Qinglan Temple Master in.”

The servant went out, also conveying Qin Liuxi’s message to General Cao.

General Cao, hearing this, turned as pale as death, nearly fainting, tears streaming down his face: “Heaven wants to destroy my Cao Family!”

Old Prime Minister Wang, besides being surprised, also felt uneasy, helping him up and said: “Old Cao, now is not the time for sorrow, a decision must be made soon.”

“Is there really no other way?”

“If there were, I believe the Junior Temple Master wouldn’t have said so.”

Tears continuously flowed from General Cao’s eyes.

When Qinglan Temple Master entered, he felt the coldness, instinctively looked towards where the ghost messenger stood, and with that look, his heart sank.

Already a ghost messenger was waiting, which meant there was not much time left.

Old Mrs. Cao, seeing him as if seeing a savior, said: “Temple Master, please look at my daughter-in-law, her and the child…”

“Old Lady, the Young Mistress doesn’t have much time left.” The Qinglan Temple Master’s voice was hoarse.

Old Mrs. Cao’s hand stiffened, then loosened.

“Proceed with the cesarean.”

In the silent delivery room, a faint voice arose.

Cao Lin woke up and she didn’t know if she was close to death, but she saw the ghost messenger in the corner. Her gaze swept over him and then landed on Qin Liuxi, meeting her eyes. From her pale, bloodless lips, she uttered one word: “Cut.”

Qin Liuxi put a Spirit Fruit into her mouth for her to eat.

Cao Lin felt a bit of strength returning to her body.

“Qin Niang.” Old Mrs. Cao watched her daughter-in-law with unbearable heartache.

Cao Lin, looking at her, weakly said, “Mother, I’m sorry.”

Old Mrs. Cao’s heartache grew, and tears welled up, pouring down her cheeks. She wanted to say something, but her throat felt as if it were blocked, and she couldn’t utter a word.

There was no time to delay.

The midwife had brought some birthing tools, including scissors and a small knife. Qin Liuxi asked all non-essential people to leave, keeping only the midwife, Old Mrs. Cao, and her confidant nanny in the room.

Cao Lin was fading fast, and although she was dizzy and confused, Qin Liuxi used a silver needle to block her pain. She lifted the blanket, exposing her belly, took the midwife’s small knife, held the belly with one hand, and the knife fell.

Blood splattered.

The midwife exclaimed in shock, but Qin Liuxi silenced her with a stern look, causing her to quickly cover her mouth, eyes wide with fright.

“Watch closely,” Qin Liuxi said gravely, “In the future, when you deliver babies, if you can save the child even when you cannot save the adult, you may perform a cesarean, but do not do so unless absolutely necessary.”

The midwife was stunned.

As the knife delved deeper, blood continuously flowed out, running down her belly, quickly staining the pristine bed sheets red.

Old Mrs. Cao could only bear to look once before she dared not look again. She gripped her daughter-in-law’s hand tightly, tears streaming down continuously.

Cao Lin’s breathing was weak, but she still felt the ice-cold knife opening her belly, being forcefully pulled apart. She couldn’t help but think of her deceased husband.

They had married at just twenty, a couple deeply in love, harmoniously united. It had taken four years after their marriage before she finally conceived. They had looked forward to the child, but tragically, when the baby had just settled in the womb, he was ordered to suppress bandits and died by the chief bandit’s sword.

Her world had collapsed, turned dark. Sometimes she even resented the child, wondering if it was because of his arrival that Heaven took his father?

Her yearning for her husband penetrated deep into her bones, anger festering to extremes. She attempted suicide multiple times but was always saved. She lived day by day like a walking corpse, wallowing in self-pity in the darkness.

Deep love does not lead to longevity.

She could not go on living.

She did not want to go on living.

Cao Lin’s consciousness became increasingly blurry, feeling a lightness in her body that she hadn’t felt in half a year.

The ghost messenger watched from the corner, wanting to approach but not daring to.

This time he was really in bad luck to have received this task—should he collect the soul or not?

If he approached to hook the soul, would the Little Evil God kill him on the spot? But if he didn’t, how would he explain himself when he returned?

The ghost messenger’s face was twisted in conflict.

Meanwhile, under the frightened gaze of the midwife, Qin Liuxi had already picked up the child, still wrapped in the amniotic sac, a gruesome, bloody scene that filled everyone’s eyes.

“Scissors.”

The midwife quickly handed over the scissors.

Qin Liuxi cut open the amniotic sac to reveal the child wrapped in the umbilical cord, turning purple, his life hanging by a thread.

Old Mrs. Cao glanced at this, tightening her grip on her daughter-in-law’s hand, her own breath catching.