The Madame of Pingyang Marquis, Lady Wang, was even more anxious, constantly praying outside the door.
Inside the room, Chu Ning'er's heart-wrenching screams could be heard. After a long while, there was still no sound.
"It's bad, it's bad..." The midwife rushed out of the room and hurriedly knelt before Liang Chen. "Young Master, the Princess... the Princess..."
"Speak quickly! What happened to the Princess?"
"The fetus is in a transverse position, it cannot be born. We can only save one, either the mother or the child!"
As if struck by lightning, Liang Chen lost his footing and fell to the ground.
"Young Master, you must decide quickly. If you delay any longer, neither the mother nor the child can be saved!"
"Save... save the Princess, save the Princess!" Liang Chen regained his senses and said decisively.
Feng Jin stepped forward. "Why don't you let me try!"
Everyone's gazes turned to Feng Jin, some with doubt, others with schadenfreude.
"You... can you do it?" Liang Chen asked uncertainly.
"I only know that if you continue to hesitate, the Princess will die with the child. You have no choice but to believe me!"
Feng Jin's tone was resolute. Only she could save Princess Qingping.
"Don't overexert yourself. That's Princess Qingping. If something goes wrong, it's not something you can bear!"
Ling Mohan grabbed Feng Jin's wrist. Princess Qingping's situation was of utmost importance. If anything happened to her under Feng Jin's care, they would all be held responsible.
"I am confident, only I can save Princess Qingping!"
Feng Jin said solemnly, giving Ling Mohan a reassuring look.
"You go in and try," Liang Chen said in a deep voice. He had no choice left but to place his hope in Feng Jin.
Feng Jin pushed open the door. The smell of blood hit her face, and the room was stiflingly hot. A brazier was even lit in the center.
In such hot weather, a brazier was lit. The person would be so hot they would die, how would they have the strength?
"Take the brazier out!"
Feng Jin ordered sharply, but no one moved.
"Madam, this is a delivery room, and lives are at stake. This is not a place for you to fool around. Please leave!"
The midwife, an old hand from the palace, always looked down on people. How could she be ordered around by Feng Jin?
"What are you doing? Stop!" Feng Jin shouted angrily, pulling the midwife away and throwing her to the ground.
Forcing the child out like this would kill the mother from the pain.
"Ouch! Who let her in? Hurry and drag her out..."
Before the midwife could finish speaking, a flash of cold light appeared, and the midwife froze in place.
The two maids in the room were instantly stunned. Just as they were about to cry out, Feng Jin rebuked them, "If you want the Princess to live, then all of you listen to my orders. Take the brazier out, open the windows for ventilation, and do not direct the wind at the mother!"
The two maids busied themselves according to Feng Jin's instructions.
Feng Jin reached out and felt her stomach. It was a transverse lie, and the fetus had already entered the pelvis and could not be turned.
"Save me... the child!"
Princess Qingping grabbed Feng Jin's hand and said weakly.
Feng Jin lifted the quilt and saw that it was full of dark brown blood, mixed with some black amniotic fluid.
It was bad. The fetus was already suffocating in the uterus, and the mother had no strength to deliver. There was only one option: a Cesarean section.
Feng Jin placed a qi-replenishing pill into Princess Qingping's mouth. "Eat this, and you will have the strength to see your child. Don't be afraid, I will save you!"
"Get the imperial physicians to bring all the anesthetics!" she commanded the maid beside her.
The maid quickly brought the anesthetic powder. "Madam, the medicine is here!"
"Give it to your Princess," Feng Jin said, fiddling with the surgical instruments in her hand.
These were drawings she had made and had craftsmen make, but they had never been used before.
"Princess, please bear with me!"
She quickly lifted the mother's clothes, exposing her abdomen to the air. Feng Jin picked up the scalpel, found the position of the fetus, and with a swift cut, made an incision in her abdomen.
Blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering all over Feng Jin.
One of the maids fainted from fright, while the other let out a startled cry and fell to the ground.
This was not childbirth at all; it was murder!
Feng Jin reached into the uterine cavity with her bare hands, felt for the fetus's position, and manually extracted the baby.
Having been in the uterus for too long, the fetus's face was slightly bluish.
Feng Jin quickly cleared the secretions from the fetus's mouth, lifted the baby by its feet, inverted it, and patted its feet.
Liang Chen, unable to wait outside the door, pushed aside the wet nurse and maids and rushed in. He saw Feng Jin holding the baby by its feet and patting it.
"What are you doing? Put the child down!"
Why did Liang Chen have to come in at this moment? Feng Jin had no time to explain and was only focused on clearing the amniotic fluid from the child's nose and mouth.
Seeing that Feng Jin did not move, Liang Chen picked up a chair and violently swung it towards Feng Jin.
Feng Jin instinctively turned to protect the child. The chair directly hit her back.
"Wah!" The fetus in her hands suddenly cried out.
Hearing the commotion, everyone outside rushed in. Feng Jin, ignoring everything else, wrapped the baby in a blanket and handed it to Liang Chen.
"The child was in the womb for too long and inhaled amniotic fluid. It's fine now. The Princess is still not out of danger. You take the child and the others out first!"
Liang Chen was now completely convinced by Feng Jin. He hurriedly held the child and drove everyone out.
After the placenta was delivered, Feng Jin sewed up the wound with sterilized catgut.
By the time everything was done, the sun was setting. Feng Jin was covered in sweat from exhaustion.
When she pushed open the door, Ling Mohan immediately rushed forward to check on Feng Jin. The situation inside had been chaotic, and he couldn't get close.
"How are you? Are you alright!"
"I'm fine," Feng Jin said, shaking her head.
Then she said to Liang Chen, "The Princess is fine now. She will wake up when the anesthetic wears off. I will write a prescription later, and you should follow it with one dose in the morning and one in the evening."
Upon hearing that Princess Qingping was fine, Liang Chen finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Madam, for saving my wife and child's lives. Please let me know if there is anything the Yue Guogong Manor can do for you in the future."
Liang Chen paused and said apologetically, "How is Madam's injury?"
He blamed himself for being too impulsive. If Feng Jin hadn't blocked the chair, the child would have been hurt.
"You are injured?"
Ling Mohan asked anxiously, looking at Liang Chen with an unfriendly gaze. "It was you who injured her!"
The situation was such that he seemed about to fight Liang Chen.
"It was indeed my carelessness that injured Madam. I beg your forgiveness!"
"Young Master is also deeply devoted to his wife and is a passionate person. There's no need to dwell on this misunderstanding. Young Master, could you have someone bring the young master over? I need to examine him again."
"Then thank you, Madam!"
Liang Chen quickly thanked her and had someone bring the child over.
"Madam, is the child seriously injured?"