SFS Chapter 369 Fetal Position
Chapter 369 Fetal Position
The short journey from Jingren Palace to Yonghe Palace seemed a thousand miles in An Lingrong's mind. Each step she took was quick and heavy, as she kept imagining the various dangers Shen Meizhuang might face. The palace walls beside the road receded rapidly, and the wind whistled in her ears, but she still felt it wasn't fast enough.
In Yonghe Palace.
Shen Meizhuang's face was as pale as paper, her brows were tightly knitted together, beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down her forehead, soaking the bedding beneath her.
Su Ye was terribly anxious, yet she forced herself to remain calm. Cautiously, she leaned over, her hands trembling as she reached for Shen Meizhuang's abdomen, carefully examining the fetus. However, when she felt the fetus's position, her heart sank. She thought to herself, "Oh no! These past few days, I've been helping the Empress adjust the fetus's position with little success."
"Your Majesty, don't be nervous." Su Ye tried to make her voice sound gentle and soothing, with a soothing power, "Your Majesty Wen will be back soon!"
Shen Meizhuang nodded with difficulty.
Mrs. Shen was holding Shen Meizhuang's hand, her heart filled with despair. She could tell at a glance that Shen Meizhuang was having a difficult delivery.
Cai Xing came to her side, her tone full of confidence: "Madam, don't worry. With Concubine Wen here, she will definitely protect Concubine Gui."
Mrs. Shen turned to look at Caixing, a glimmer of hope flashing in her eyes, as if she had grasped the last straw: "Really?"
Caixing nodded: "Really!"
Not long after, An Lingrong staggered into the hall. She had been running so fast that her hair was already disheveled, with a few strands of hair stuck to her pale cheeks by sweat.
Her chest heaved violently, and before she could even catch her breath, she took two steps at a time and came to Shen Meizhuang's bedside, "Sister, I'm back!"
"Rong'er, is the matter resolved?"
"It's all resolved smoothly."
Shen Meizhuang blamed herself a little and said, "It's my fault for causing you trouble at this time."
After hearing her words, An Lingrong's tears quickly gathered in her eyes: "Sister, you haven't caused me any trouble. This child will also choose the right time. From now on, our lives will be much more stable. She can't wait to come and see us!"
Shen Meizhuang endured the pain in her abdomen and raised her hand with force.
Seeing her action, An Lingrong immediately grabbed her hand and put it on her face.
"Don't cry, I'm most afraid of you crying!"
"Okay! I won't cry. Don't worry, leave everything to me."
Shen Meizhuang nodded vigorously.
An Lingrong stood up and asked, "Su Ye, what's the situation?"
Su Ye's expression was solemn, and her voice was hoarse: "Your Majesty, the Imperial Concubine's fetus is in an abnormal position."
"How much?"
"A shoulder."
"Is the back hall ready?"
"It's already been prepared."
"Move my sister over there." An Lingrong ordered without hesitation, then turned around and walked out of the hall to arrange the follow-up matters.
Su Ye stepped forward and grabbed her sleeve: "My Lady, you can do an episiotomy."
"No, Su Ye, you have to listen to me this time!"
Perhaps Su Ye's judgment was correct, but with the memories of her previous life, she did not dare to gamble with Shen Meizhuang's life even if there was only a slight risk.
The well-trained female doctors waiting outside the door sprang into action at An Lingrong's beckoning. With gentle yet deft movements, they quickly and securely transferred Shen Meizhuang onto a stretcher and swiftly made their way towards the rear hall.
At this time, Zhen Huan had also arrived. She grabbed An Lingrong and asked anxiously, "Rong'er, how is Sister Mei?"
"Don't worry, I'll leave the outside to you!"
An Lingrong didn't have time to explain and hurried to the back hall.
The back hall is the "operating room" that An Lingrong had carefully arranged in advance. When you step in, you can see neatly arranged medicine boxes, clean gauze and various midwifery tools around it.
Several lanterns hanging on the wall emitted soft light, illuminating the room like daylight.
For this moment, An Lingrong had repeatedly played out every possible situation that might arise during Shen Meizhuang's childbirth in her mind countless times, and had already prepared various response plans.
An Lingrong and Su Ye hurried to a nearby cubicle, washed and disinfected their hands, changed into clean clothes, donned loose masks, and tightly wrapped their hair with a hat. Meanwhile, the medical staff were busy helping Shen Meizhuang change her clothes.
Cai Xing hurried in with a bowl of steaming medicine in her hand. "Your Majesty, the Ma Fei San is ready." As she said that, she handed the bowl to An Lingrong.
An Lingrong was sweating profusely at this point. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She took the Ma Fei San, walked over to Shen Meizhuang, leaned over, and whispered, "Sister, sister!"
Shen Meizhuang had just survived a bout of intense labor pain and felt a little better. She struggled to open her eyes, looked at An Lingrong, and forced a smile. Her voice was weak but powerful: "Rong'er, don't worry!"
"Sister, don't be afraid, I'm here!"
"Okay, I believe you."
An Lingrong tried hard to make herself look more relaxed: "Drink this. When you wake up, the baby will be born. Come!" As she said that, she lifted up Shen Meizhuang's head and handed the Ma Fei San to her mouth.
Shen Meizhuang suddenly reached out and held her arm, staring at her intently, as if she had a thousand words to say, "Rong'er, promise me..."
Before she could finish her words, a more intense pain came like a tide. Shen Meizhuang's body trembled violently, her lips began to tremble slightly, and her forehead was instantly covered with sweat again.
"Sister, I promise you, you and the child will be fine!" An Lingrong held Shen Meizhuang's hand tightly and used her strength to convey hope to her.
"Rong'er, I didn't see you for several days when I gave birth last time. This time, you promised me that when I wake up, I want to see you the first thing!" Shen Meizhuang endured the pain, her eyes full of attachment.
"Okay, sister." An Lingrong's eyes instantly turned red. She pursed her lips tightly, trying to suppress her impending collapse. Her voice trembled, "I'll always be with you!"
As she spoke, she leaned over, approached Shen Meizhuang's face, and gently kissed her.
Although there was a mask between them, the gentle touch still carried her warmth and was transmitted to Shen Meizhuang's cheek, then flowed into her heart, blooming one bright little flower after another in her heart.
Shen Meizhuang revealed a satisfied smile and, using all her strength, drank the entire Ma Fei San in one gulp. Then, she slowly closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep under the influence of the medicine.
An Lingrong stood up, her eyes never leaving Shen Meiyu's face. She reached out and gently tidied her messy hair, tears about to fall from her eyes again.
Su Ye suddenly said, "My Lady, if you want to cry, go outside and cry."
Although she was very moved by the friendship between the Queen and the Imperial Concubine, a doctor's rationality told her not to waste any more time!
Hearing this, An Lingrong choked and forced herself to hold back her tears.
Su Ye glanced at her and asked, "Can we start?"
An Lingrong took a deep breath and was about to speak when she heard Su Ye's voice:
"Picking the stars, start!"