âNoble Consort Xiao went mad because the Ninth Prince rushed to the battlefield, something no one could have predicted. All we can do now is wait for Yingxue to safely give birth. She is a doctor herself, so one would thinkâ¦â
Su Han wanted to comfort Su Miaoyan, but Su Miaoyan blurted out, âDoctors canât heal themselves, sister. Are we expecting Sister Xue to deliver her own child? If only she could save herself and my little nephew like she did Sister Jinyan.â
But unfortunately, this time it was Su Yingxue who was lying inside!
Saint Ruanâs legs nearly broke from running. By the time he arrived at the palace, he was still out of breath when he shouted, âSu Yingxue⦠Su!â
âSaint Ruan!â
Chu Yihan grabbed him and pulled him inside, pointing to the delivery room and saying, âAre you confident you can operate on her?â
âWhat exactly is the situation!â Saint Ruan urgently asked.
âShe was bumped by Noble Consort Xiao. The court physician and medical women say her child is not in the right position, which will make the birth difficult.â
Chu Yihanâs words were gritted, his heart now filled with a wrathful desire to destroy everything.
âGet someone to change my clothes; Iâm going in to take a look!â
Saint Ruan quickly changed his outfit and entered the delivery room.
He had smelled blood for many years, yet never before had he been so terrified as he was now.
Seeing the woman lying on the bed, sweating profusely and ashen-faced, he felt as if he were transported back to that day more than twenty years ago, âShu Li⦠Long Shuli, you fool!â
The fool who gave birth to othersâ children, only to suffer herself!
âSaint Ruan!â
Su Yingxue screamed in pain.
Saint Ruan knelt beside her bed, âSu Yingxue, how foolish can you be! Why did you go see that madwoman? Now youâre having a difficult labor, is that good?â
âDonât talk nonsense! The childâs position is wrong; you⦠help me.â
Su Yingxue gritted her teeth and forcefully grabbed Saint Ruanâs hand, her grip leaving trails of blood on his fair back,âIf I canât give birth, perform a cesarean on me⦠you must⦠keep him safe!â
âIâm the only one performing the surgery on you; itâs dangerous!â
Saint Ruanâs heart pounded fiercely.
It wasnât that he lacked confidence in his surgical skillsâhe had performed cesareans on rabbits many times before.
But this time, it was Su Yingxue he had to operate on!
How could he dare to gamble?
âJust hurry, Iâll be alright,â she insisted.
âWhat nonsense! A cesarean involves stitching seven layers of the abdomen; if Iâm slow and canât keep up, you could die from excessive blood loss!â
Did she think no one had medical knowledge?
After decades, they were all crafty⦠ugh! Experienced doctors.
She was deceiving a ghost!
âOld man! I donât care; my childâs life is in your hands now; you must save him!â
Su Yingxue broke down crying in front of Saint Ruan.
Saint Ruan hadnât cried in years, but now he was frightened into feeling like he wanted to cry.
âSu Yingxue, you are just like your mother, foolish beyond belief! Giving birth to⦠what for!â
Isnât it fine just to live well!
Why insist on walking through the gates of hell!
âNo! The child of the emperor and me must be born safely; even if it means my deathâ¦â
âI forbid you to die!â
Chu Yihan burst in at some point.
Many people behind him exclaimed in terror, âEmperor, the delivery room is bloody; you must not enter!â
âYour Majesty carries the dragonâs essence, you must not enter! Please come out quickly!â
âPlease, Your Majesty, come out!â
âSilence!â
Chu Yihan roared in anger.
What bloody delivery room? Su Yingxue was in there fighting for her life for their child; why shouldnât he be at her side!
Su Yingxueâs cold hand was enveloped by a strong palm; Chu Yihan brought her hand to his lips and kissed it, âI will not let anything happen to you. If the little monster is not meant to be ours, we can have another child, but nothing can happen to you!ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om