Poison Doctor Roaming the Martial World

The old woman's calloused hands clamped down on Qingdai's chin, forcing her throat to bend into the arc of a dying swan.

The bitter brown medicine slid down the side of his neck and into his collar, leaving twig-like stains on his plain clothes.

The abdominal pain is getting worse, the baby... I really can't save it...

Even breathing became difficult; I thought I was about to die.

This is for the best; it will no longer be a disgrace to my parents.

Qingdai closed her eyes, welcoming death. She was destined to have wronged many people in this life, and could only repay them in the next.

"what!"

"what--"

A series of screams rang in my ears, and tears blurred my vision, making it impossible to see who was coming.

In the hazy distance, a familiar figure flew down into the courtyard, quickly knocking a group of people to the ground; she was both beautiful and valiant.

Is she a young lady?!

Miss is far away in Anshun, so why would she come here?

He was probably really going to die... otherwise, why would he see the young lady come to save him...

"Qingdai, how are you?"

A familiar, sweet fragrance enveloped her—it was Songyin!

"Songyin, is it really you! Miss is here too?"

Songyin helped Qingdai up and pointed her towards the crowd.

"The young lady is standing up for you."

Yang Jianwu kicked aside the last old woman, walked to Qingdai's side, squatted down, picked up the kettle and shook it a few times, the bitter smell of medicine wafting in the air.

The system began analyzing the ingredients of the medicine: safflower, oleander, strychnine...

It's all abortion!

Then, upon taking Qingdai's pulse, it was found that her pulse was rapid, floating, large, and slippery, a typical sign of impending labor.

"Songyin, help Qingdai to her room to lie down."

"Yes, ma'am."

With tears in her eyes, Qingdai clung to Yang Jianwu's sleeve, unwilling to leave. She never expected to see her proud young lady again; all the past events seemed like a distant memory.

"It's wonderful that I can see Miss one last time before I die."

Yang Jianwu believed that all the maids she trained were smart and confident, so why did such a coward like Qingdai have to come along?

He couldn't hold onto any man, he couldn't outmaneuver any concubine, and he couldn't even protect himself!

Is that jade hairpin in her hair just for decoration?!

Pull it out and fire a barrage of bullets, and you'll easily win!

Yang Jianwu grew angrier the more she thought about it, and gave Qingdai a sharp flick on the forehead. "Who said you were going to die?"

Qingdai was stunned. After being given the medicine, she experienced unbearable abdominal pain and a feeling of suffocation in her chest.

"This feeling... isn't it... like I'm going to die?"

"Fool! Your son is coming out!"

"what?"

Qingdai was truly dumbfounded this time, "But the child... the time... hasn't come yet..."

Then he chuckled foolishly and said, "Son?!"

Miss, your medical skills are superb; you must have determined the gender by taking the pulse.

That's great, now I have someone to rely on.

Granny Li knelt on the ground, clasped her hands together, and prayed to Heaven.

"Seven out of seven, they live; eight out of eight, they don't. Buddha, protect them! Bodhisattva, please make sure the child is safe!"

Qingdai's initial joy sank to the bottom, and she stammered, "Seven out of seven live, eight out of eight don't... Is my child destined to die...?"

Since Qingdai left, Yang Jianwu hasn't been so angry that she's practically on the verge of exploding.

At that moment, I felt a throbbing sensation in my temple.

"Other mothers are strong because of their love for their children, but you're the opposite; you're always thinking about getting your son to die!"

“No…No…”

Qingdai shook her head repeatedly. What mother doesn't want the best for her child? She had simply made the worst-case scenario plan when she saw Madam Zhu.

The old women are easy to deal with; as long as you are careful, you can still get away unscathed.

The servant was skilled in martial arts; she could have put up a fight before she became pregnant, but now that she was cumbersome, she was no match for him. She knew this herself.

"Stop talking, go inside and lie down first. Liangyan said the baby is breech and asked me to check and see if I can turn the baby around!"

If that doesn't work, a C-section will be necessary!

Cesarean section!!

These three words are not unfamiliar to Qingdai. As the name suggests, it means to give birth by cutting open the abdomen.

I knew Miss Yun knew this skill. I heard that after the child is taken out, the incision needs to be sewn up with thread like sewing clothes.

Knowing it is one thing, but actually using it on myself is another...

And it will leave a scar the length of a palm on your body…

Sigh—in the face of life and death, everything else is trivial.

"Miss, could you..."

"Shut up, let me check the situation first."

Qingdai quietly replied, "Yes," feeling a little wronged. Her mistress had been harsh with her... she felt no love for her anymore...

However, everything is for the sake of the child, and they would do anything, even risk their lives.

As for the scars, if the child survives, we'll try to remove them with medication when the child is older.

Yang Jianwu sighed deeply, looking up at the sky. Theoretically, she knew that being pregnant would cause her to have mood swings and overthink things, but when faced with the reality... she would rather not see her!

Songyin was worried that Yang Jianwu would get angry and kick her, so she quickly helped Qingdai into the house.

Yang Jianwu then helped Li Mama up as she passed by and gave her a thumbs up.

"You did very well."

They're really reckless. Sweet potatoes and chestnuts don't have eyes, and with a burning charcoal stove, they're not afraid of hurting their own people.

"Qingdai and the child will be safe and sound. Go and boil some hot water now."

Granny Li expressed her gratitude once again. Her husband and son had died in battle years ago, and they were fortunate to be taken in by the Yang family. Now she was responsible for taking care of Qingdai.

Although she was all alone, she took care of Qingdai as if she were her own daughter.

"Miss, what should we do with Madam Bamboo?"

Mu Jin and the others arrived and stopped Lady Zhu from escaping; the mastermind could not be let off easily.

Yang Jianwu ignored Madam Zhu. "Mujin, release them and go fetch Jingnan!"

In ancient times, women depended on their husbands after marriage. She understood that the bamboo wife was eager to win favor, but she used the wrong methods, and she shouldn't have used them on her people!

Mu Jin was puzzled. Her mistress was always so biased towards her own people. Did she really not care about Qing Dai anymore?

"Miss……"

"go with!"

"Yes, ma'am."

It would be too easy for Madam Zhu to die. Besides, she is from the Yu'an Prince's Mansion. Let's see how they react first.

If she wasn't satisfied, she wouldn't mind stirring things up again; right now, Qingdai and the child were the most important things.

"Liangyan, come and help."

"Yes!

"Miss, Granny Liu was once the female physician of the Mu family. Would you like to come in with us?"

Yang Jianwu glanced at Granny Liu, the woman who had just informed them.

People from the Mu family are more trustworthy to use.

"Come in together!"

The group quickly began cleaning. Yang Jianwu frowned slightly as she looked at the bed. Everyone was huddled together on one side, which was both crowded and inconvenient.

"Songyin, take them to find two long tables to put together, and lay out clean mattresses so Qingdai can lie down on them."

"Ah...yes..."

Although the three were puzzled, they did not waste any time and quickly went to get the table and bedding.

When she returned, Yang Jianwu had already taken advantage of the break to retrieve the shadowless lamp and surgical instruments, preparing for both possibilities.

Qingdai lay on the long table, feeling like a lamb to the slaughter. The intermittent contractions made her selectively ignore the shame of her mistress helping her give birth.

Yang Jianwu gently pressed her fingers on Qingdai's swollen belly, feeling the position of the fetus.

Sure enough, the baby's buttocks were down and its head was up, a typical breech presentation.