my angel

Chapter 36

Running to the scene of the incident, Lan Rouran and a group of women were surrounded by animal skins in the grass by the side of the road, anxiously saying, "Hold hard. Push hard."

The mother has been on the road for several days, and it has been activated since the morning, so she has been patient and has not told others.

At this time, I have used so much strength for so long, and I have no strength.

He Qinghuan arrived and asked, "How is it now?"

When someone saw him, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and comforted the mother: "My lord is here, you must be fine."

"The mother gave birth prematurely, but the fetus was too large, and it was born wildly. It just couldn't come down."

"Prepare the Shengsheng powder, it's ready, but the fetus's head can't come up, so I dare not give it to him."

Lan Rouran is also busy and anxious. In the wilderness, if she accidentally gives birth to a child, she will die twice.

He Qinghuan didn't shy away from kneeling down immediately to check on the mother's condition.

At that time, there was no feudal ethics such as male and female defense, and no one thought it was wrong.

He Qinghuan is based on the responsibility of a doctor, treating patients equally, regardless of gender.

Xuechi Hula's finger has been opened 5 times, only a lump of brown-red flesh, chubby, I don't know if it is the baby's buttocks or back.

He Qinghuan took off his fur vest and jacket, only wearing underwear, rolled up his sleeves, "Disinfect."

Immediately have an assistant disinfect with light salt water.

Carefully washed his hands and arms, "Have you prepared medicine for heavy bleeding?"

Lan Rouran nodded: "Ready."

"Cook them all."

The assistant immediately brought down the pottery pot with hot water, replaced it with a small casserole pot, and put in the powdered hemostatic medicine that had been prepared before the migration.

He Qinghuan supported the mother's bent knee with one hand, reached in with the other hand, wiped it on the baby, made sure it was the back, and touched it towards the head.

Feel the umbilical cord around the neck, while feeling it, report the situation inside to Lan Rouran.

"The umbilical cord is wrapped around the neck, and the umbilical cord is taken off first. Fortunately, it is only wound once, sometimes three times.

At this time, we must be patient and pick it off along the source of the umbilical cord.OK, take it off.

Then grab the child's chin and turn him around. This process must be gentle and powerful.

Feed face down into the birth canal. "

Withdrew his hand, "Zhishengsan, pour it down."

The midwife left and poured the prepared labor-inducing powder. The parturient was numb from the pain, and mechanically accepted other people's actions.

"Push hard on his stomach from the top down. Help the mother push."

He Qinghuan's arm was covered with amniotic fluid, blood, and the child's excrement in the stomach.

Soon, the child was born, and Lan Rouran caught it suddenly: "He's not breathing."

The whole body of the child was a dull red, and the small breast was motionless.

He Qinghuan immediately took the child and put it on the animal skin waistcoat: "You go to deal with the parturient, I'll do it." "

"Salt water" shouted, and the salt water came immediately.

Wipe the child's mouth and nose with salt water to remove the dirt in the mouth, and use the mouth to suck out the liquid in the nasal cavity and the liquid in the mouth.

Still nothing.

Open the mouth, hold up the neck, give artificial respiration to the newborn, and press the small chest cavity.

He didn't have time to explain it to others.

Bai Jian and the others knew that this was artificial respiration.

Everyone else was dumbfounded and didn't know what the envoy was doing.

Finally after a few rounds, the baby's tiny chest began to breathe on its own.

He Qinghuan flicked his heels vigorously, and the little brown-red baby immediately burst into tears of grievance.

When the puerpera heard the cry of the child, she was discouraged and fainted.

The midwife rushed up to wrap the baby in a small piece of soft animal skin that had been prepared earlier.

Lan Rouran has also produced the placenta and squeezed out the dirty blood in the abdominal cavity. Those are not good things, and there is no benefit in keeping them in the abdomen.

Then oral hemostatic drugs were taken, and hemostatic and anti-inflammatory drugs were applied to the torn wound.

He Qinghuan washed her hands, put on the jacket and said, "Keep warm and give the mother nutrition."

Two more warriors were called to carry the parturient on a stretcher, and continued to move forward.

He Qinghuan followed Lan Rouran and the others.

The child was hugged by the young Eminem, and of course everyone was happy to have a new life in the tribe.

A group of women were discussing: "This child is so fat and premature."

"Yeah, yeah, it's because I have eaten too much this year, and his mother has eaten too much, and he has been so fat."

"It's also fortunate that it was a premature birth. If it is full term, his mother will suffer a lot."

"This child is blessed, that is, this winter, there will be a god envoy and adults, and there will be enough food. If the baby was born in previous winters..."

Everyone knows that babies born in winter usually don't live to spring, because it's cold, and the little food that Eminem eats is not enough to keep her body warm. How can there be milk for the baby?

He Qinghuan listened to their words with a heavy heart. He still had to catch wild donkeys.

He chatted with Lan Rouran while walking, mainly to understand some things about women.

For example, how often does the aunt come, how often does she come, and how she handles it when she comes.

Lan Rouran didn't realize that he was a man, but she was shy, and regarded him as a healer, an envoy of God, so she explained it carefully.

When Lan Rouran took out the cotton, He Qinghuan opened his mouth wide and stammered, "You use this?"

The cotton with seeds sucks blood, and throws it away when it is used up.

Lan Rouran said: "It's okay in winter, but it's too hot in summer."Otherwise, it is hard work for women. "

He Qinghuan asked excitedly, "How many more do you have?"

No wonder no one gave this to him, because the cotton was kept privately and secretly by the women.

They thought it was for women, and we knew the purpose of this thing, so how could we show it to the God Envoy?

Seeing him, Lan Rouran didn't know what he was going to do, so she replied, "How many sacks are there?"

"Do you have a child?"

"They all have children, because they are too busy to have time to go."

"Haha, it's great, tell all the women, when you use this again in the future, take it out and give it to the witch doctor Amu

Let her put it away. "

I can weave next year. "Save it and use it. When I have time, I will use it to make good things for you."

"What good stuff?"

"You women's favorite things."

All the women began to look forward to it.

The big troops took the old, the weak, the sick, the disabled and pregnant, drove the cattle and sheep, and kept moving forward, although slowly but without stopping.

Try to reach the ambush circle as early as possible. In the afternoon, a warrior who knew the way came and told He Qinghuan: "I have already seen the canyon."

"Okay, everyone, work hard, you can rest when you enter the valley."

When everyone heard it, their spirits were shaken, and the squirming team moved faster again.

Soon I saw the canyon. On the edge of the canyon, a warrior came to greet him: "My lord, we are ready."

The traps were covered with logs to let these people and animals pass, and the logs were removed as soon as all the people had passed.

Cover up marks with leaves and sand.

The migratory crowd passed by and rested their exhausted bodies in the camp chosen by the warriors, especially the elderly and children.

The warriors took their bows and arrows and climbed up to both sides of the canyon, lying in ambush.

He Qinghuan crawled to Bai Fucheng's side and said in a low voice, "I brought you a good thing."

What?Turning around, he saw He Qinghuan, who was covered in dirt, crawling over with the sheets in his arms.

"what?"

Hey, guess what is the bread here?

The bed sheet was tightly wrapped, hard to the touch, and heavy to hold, and the surface was tightly bound into a well-shaped shape by hemp rope.

Bai Fucheng was clever, "Could it be in the bag?"

"Yes, we were attacked by wild wolves last night. I made a lot of thunderbolts and killed the wolf king. They will probably come to take revenge today."

"After the old wolf king dies, a new wolf king will be born soon. It seems that there will be a fierce battle tonight."

The two of them were talking in a low voice while crawling behind the stone and vigilantly observing the movement of the wild wolf.

"Hehe, what are you afraid of when you have a bag?" He Qinghuan's eyes were shining brightly.

"How many have you done?" Bai Fucheng couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes. When he arrived in the primitive society, he did it like Ding Kuang, who was not happy. He walked around the wasteland with bows and spears all day long. What a savage.

"I made two of them, seven catties each, fifteen catties in total. There were still a few mines, and I tore up all my notebooks, not even my diary."

Bai Fucheng hugged him: "It's okay, baby, I will return ten diaries to you in the future." "

That night, the wild wolves finally came after them, and they followed the scent of the large army until they walked to the canyon.

The wolf king stopped, and the pack of wolves stopped in place, waiting for the wolf king's order.

This is a new wolf king. Last night, the old wolf king died, and then several powerful young wolves began to compete for the position of wolf king.

He bit the other wolves, and took the Bridegroom's throne, still bearing yesterday's wounds.

He felt that this place was full of danger, but when he was about to retreat, he saw the suspicious eyes of other wolves.

You don't want to avenge the old wolf king?

Are you still a coward?

The new wolf king made up his mind, raised his head and let out a trombone, leading the pack of wolves into the canyon.