Farm Girl's Manor-Chapter 1326: Final - Ending Five

Father Shen’s words left Mother Shen unable to cry, as she clutched her husband’s hand tightly, fearing that if she wasn’t careful, he might truly go off and do something foolish.

Time trickled by, and aside from a maid bringing over hot water twice, there was no other movement in the room. Even though only two hours had passed, to those anxiously waiting, it felt much longer, so long that there seemed to be no hope in sight.

Upon receiving Mo Yan’s letter, Shen Ji rode home hurriedly on a fast horse. The first thing he saw was the Golden Beast sitting conspicuously in the yard, and beneath its feet, Lu Zhu, who had fainted from fright.

All he knew from Mo Yan’s letter to him was that his wife had given birth prematurely, but he had no idea why it had happened under normal circumstances. Now, his cousin—once the favorite in front of his parents—lay unconscious on the cold ground, yet no one came forward to help her up. He instantly remembered the last time she had pushed his wife, causing her to have complications with her pregnancy. Could it be that his wife’s premature delivery was also related to her?

The thought turned Shen Ji’s face instantly cold. After hesitating briefly, he rushed past the Golden Beast and Lu Zhu, bursting directly into the house. Seeing his parents in tears, his heart, which had been suspended in mid-air, plummeted, and the acute pain made it hard for him to breathe.

Neither Father Shen nor Mother Shen noticed their only son’s return. They were unaware of the misunderstanding they had caused, which dealt a heavy blow to him. It was the Steward, who had been wiping his tears, who realized that the young master’s complexion was amiss and hurriedly stepped forward to explain the situation.

"Young Master, Princess Hejia and the Midwife are both inside. There’s been no news yet, so please don’t be anxious," the Steward said.

Shen Ji came back to his senses looking bewildered, but he hadn’t absorbed the Steward’s words. It wasn’t until the Steward repeated himself that a strong light flashed in Shen Ji’s eyes. He grasped the Steward’s arm in his agitation and demanded, "How could this be? Why would this happen?"

The Steward, who had watched Shen Ji grow up, had never seen him like this before. A deep worry grew inside him, and he prayed silently that the young mistress would also be safe; otherwise, the young master would surely lose his mind.

Ignoring his nearly crushed old bones, the Steward was about to console his young master when Father Shen and Mother Shen noticed their son, who had rushed back in haste. Both of them flung themselves at him, each grabbing one of his hands, begging for his forgiveness.

Amidst his parents’ cries and pleas, Shen Ji gradually understood the sequence of events. Knowing that his wife was in trouble—and now hanging between life and death—was all thanks to Lu Zhu. For a moment, he felt like tearing her apart with his own hands.

At this moment, the most important thing was for his wife in the delivery room to be safe. Shen Ji barely contained the murderous intent in his heart and leaned his entire body against the door.

He didn’t know what childbearing entailed, but from witnessing relatives giving birth when he was young, he knew that women would cry out loudly, their screams loud enough to startle the neighborhood. Now, he couldn’t hear his wife’s voice at all; it was as if there was no one inside, which filled him with a deep sense of fear.

While the family of three waited anxiously, two weak, cat-like cries came from inside the room, one after the other. The sound was like heavenly music, instantly awakening all those waiting outside.

"Open the door, quickly open the door!"

Hearing the cries of the children and no longer able to restrain himself from knocking, Shen Ji couldn’t hold back any longer. He pounded on the door eagerly, desperate to know his wife’s condition, the knocks echoing thunderously.

It wasn’t long before the door of the delivery room was cracked open a slit, and the Midwife, furious, shouted at Shen Ji, "The County Lord is doing her utmost to treat the young mistress. If you continue this ruckus and disturb her, do you want to be responsible for her death?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Ji abruptly retracted his hand, his mouth falling silent, not daring to make even the slightest noise, for fear of disturbing Mo Yan.

Seeing him get the hint, the Midwife was somewhat satisfied. With a bang, she closed the door once more, shutting out not only the Shen family but their anxiety as well.

Inside the room, Mo Yan focused intently on suturing Liu Tinglan’s wounds. After a Cesarean section, the number of skin layers that needed to be sewn up was as many as six, with the uterus alone accounting for three layers. It needed meticulous suturing to not affect future pregnancies.

The suturing thread was made by Mo Yan herself from sheep intestines; it could fuse with human flesh without the need for removal. Watching her best friend’s abdominal incision being perfectly closed under her own hands, she was immensely grateful she had whimsically made these things. Otherwise, she would have had to watch helplessly as her best friend departed from her life.freewёbn૦νeɭ.com