Chapter 184

It’s hard to know when the profession of midwife started. There are also women in the original tribe who have more children who will help women who give birth to a child for the first time. Hemostasis, etc., but most women don't know what to do once they have a difficult labor.

When Yan Mo arrived at the open space, the woman was dying. There was a woman between her legs trying to drag the fetus out of her body.

stop! stop! "Yan Moren shouted loudly before he even got to him.

The woman was startled, turned her head and saw the iconic white hair, and immediately screamed: It's Lord Mo! Mr. Mo is here! Green leaves are saved! "

Yan Mo couldn't care about anything else, so he ordered the woman to give up her seat quickly. Seeing that her mother was so angry that her lower body was bleeding profusely, she immediately took out the golden needle, and in a blink of an eye, more than 20 needles were placed on the naked pregnant woman.

Go boil water! quick! "Yan Mo disliked the men and women standing beside him and asked Dahe to drive them away.

The child's body has turned a little purple, but the pulse can still be felt at the ankle.

As soon as the fetus was touched by Yan Mo, he was blessed with life. In order to hurry up, Yan Mo touched the fetus' ankle with one hand and put his hand on the woman's wrist.

At the same time giving vitality, this is an attempt he has never done before.

What's worse is that although the mother and child have regained their vitality, it is only temporary. If the child cannot be born, one corpse and two lives will be lost.

Yan Mo, who was rapidly getting old, couldn't even take a rest. He didn't dare to leave his mother and son. He bit the tip of his tongue and used pain to lift his spirits. Seeing that the mother had regained consciousness, he immediately said in a deep voice: "I To push the child back into your body, don't be afraid, I've blocked your pain, you won't feel much pain, don't tighten your muscles, try to relax. Come on, breathe in, breathe out..."

When Yan Mo said the word exhale, he had already pushed the fetus's outstretched foot back into the mother's body, and re-sharpened the baby's fetal position with his hands based on experience. As for the issue of whether the hands are clean or not, no one would care much at this time.

The mother did not feel much pain, and not even much blood flowed out.

Yan Mo has to work hard to control his ability, so that the mother's lower body will not heal first.

Ordered by Yan Mo, the second-level soldier knelt behind the mother, hugged her upper body, and repeatedly called her name in her ear.

The mother's spirit was very good, and when she heard the white-headed priest shouting to her, she squeezed her abdomen with all her strength.

After a few times, the fetus slipped out very smoothly because the birth canal was wide open.

The little life slipped into his palm, and Yan Mo was in a trance for a moment.

His Dudu had never been in his mother's womb, maybe that's why he was so sick.

Do not! Yan Mo woke up. Even if Dudu was born from his mother's body, he would not be strong. He was his greatest achievement, but also his greatest sin!

Yan Mo held up the baby, let her lie on his palm, gently controlled the blockage in her mouth, and patted her little butt.

Wow--! "Only two baby girls, the size of a grown-up slap, let out not-loud but powerful cries.

Live! survived! "The men and women onlookers shouted and shouted.

The birth of a new life is always the most touching, especially such a difficult birth.

Many of them thought that the white-headed priest would, like the old priest, order someone to tear apart the pregnant woman, take out the child, and then use his life to bless the mother and child again.

But the white-headed priest didn't, he showed them a possibility. Many women have seen what the white-headed priest has done. If there is another woman with the same or similar dystocia next time, they at least know what to do, instead of just watching and waiting for the old priest to take out the child as before.

After the second-level soldier heard the child's cry, he couldn't help shouting.

The woman named Luye smiled with sweat and tears on her face.

Yan Mo entrusted the crying baby girl to the child's mother.

Luye took her and hugged her to his chest naturally, looking down at the child's little face greedily.

Babies born from undernutrition are ugly, wrinkled and bloody, with dark skin, only a few lanugo on their heads, their eyes closed tightly, and their little fists clenched.

Yan Mo was a little jealous of this little girl. His family Dudu was born beautiful, but not as healthy as this child, and he didn't even cry as loudly as this little hairy baby who was less than four kilograms.

Yan Mo saw that the wound on the woman's lower body was healing, he gave the woman a golden needle, got up, and almost fell down with a stagger.

Da He subconsciously wanted to stretch out his hand to help him, but was avoided by Yan Momian.

Dahe didn't dare to touch him again, he just looked at him anxiously and worriedly.

I rest for a while, and I will go to pray for Lord Qiushi later. In addition, mix the boiled water with clean cold water, I want to wash, and the child also needs to wash. "

Yes! Dahe turned around and instructed an older child next to him.

Yan Mo was so tired that he lay directly on the ground.

The second-level soldier asked two women to take care of his own woman, and came over to help Yan Mo, but was pulled away by the river.

Blue Butterfly, don't touch Lord Mo! &rdquo

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Although Da He's voice was severe, the second-level warrior Lan Die didn't get angry because of it. Instead, he quickly backed away several steps as if he had done something wrong.

Lord Mo..." The woman came over with the child in her arms and knelt down beside Yan Mo.

Yan Mo turned to look at her weakly, frowning: Can you move? "

I'm very good. Luye hugged the child, carefully brought the child who was still humming to Yan Mo, and took care not to touch him.

Yan Mo looked at her.

Luye bit his lower lip, my lord, I, I want to go with you, and my child. "

Lan Die was surprised, he didn't seem to expect Luye to say the words that he wanted to leave him just after giving birth.

Yan Mo was also a little surprised. Could it be that the blue butterfly is not good for the green leaves? But it doesn't look like it. In this era, there are not many primitive warriors who can be so nervous about their women.

Dahe originally wanted to pull Luye away, he didn't want others to disturb Yan Mo's rest, but when he heard Luye's initiative to ask that he wanted to go with Yan Mo, Dahe withdrew his hand.

My lord, I am a slave, and my children will be eaten first. I heard Ms. Kusamachi say that the Jiuyuan tribe does not eat people and has no slaves. Is it true? "Luye said why.

Yan Mo blinked his eyes in affirmation.

Sir, would you like us? Luye was very frightened. As a slave, she knew very well that many slaves only wanted adults. Even if they wanted children, they would not want such a small baby. In order to make women give up, they usually kill women's children.

Yan Mo glanced at the little boy who was humming and chirping, and said slowly with his spirit: She will be called You Qing from now on. "

Luye didn't understand what it meant at first, but Landie understood, but he seemed to be troubled by something, so he didn't remind his woman.

At this time, Dahe said next to him: The adults have named your child. "

Luye laughed: You... Qing..., You Qing! "She didn't know how to write the word "Youqing", but she thought that the two words sounded very pleasant to read. It was the name that Mr. Mo personally gave to her child!

Luye repeated the child's name several times, took the child back into his arms, happily grabbed the hand of the blue butterfly next to him, and asked Yan Mo excitedly, "Sir, can the blue butterfly come with us too?" "

Yan Mo thought, whatever, just follow love, Jiuyuan lacks labor.

When Lan Die heard that Lu Ye didn't want to leave him, she grinned innocently and said dumbly: "Sir, I'm from the Heiyuan tribe, will Master Zhan want me?" "

Yan Mo just nodded his head, when the men and women who were watching the excitement suddenly huffed and approached a large group of people, look at me, I look at you, when the first person asked, "Sir, I can go with you too. ? "

The same questions came to Yan Mo one after another.

Yan Mo: "..." In his two lifetimes, this is the first time that he is so popular. However, can you give him some time to rest? They stared at him with their heads outstretched, aren't they really curious?

Don't pretend that he didn't hear a few cubs secretly guessing at each other whether he was an old man or a young man.

Jie--! "Where are you silently, I'm back!

Jiufeng hovered over the valley, and after a while, he didn't find its little two-legged monster—because Yan Mo was blocked by a circle of heads above his head.

Chapter 119 The Fruit of Witchcraft

As soon as Jiufeng appeared, all the people who surrounded Yan Mo immediately dispersed.

Jie--! " Jiufeng saw Yan Mo and swooped down.

Silently, I brought you something delicious!

Although Yan Mo was very tired and weak, he couldn't help but smile when he saw Jiufeng.

Jiufeng fell beside him, put the rǔ white fruit on Yan Mo's chest, arched his face with a huge beak, and grumbled. "Why have you changed again? You are still lying on the ground, don't sleep, get up and eat fruit and play with me.

Yan Mo didn't stop Jiufeng from touching him. He had promised to bless Jiufeng's life once. Even if he wanted to stop it, he forgot at this time, and now all his attention was drawn to the fruit on his chest.

This rǔ white, translucent fruit was very attractive to him, like the most greedy old man saw a treasure, and like a traveler in the desert thirsting for water finally saw a clear spring.

Yan Mo's whole body was filled with the satisfaction that something he had longed for for a long time was delivered to his eyes.

Pick it up, it should be yours! It's yours! No one can take it away.

At this time, Yan Mo, who was basically unable to move, didn't know where the strength came from. He raised his right hand and pressed the fruit.

Tears overflowed from his eyes, but he didn't know it at all. He hugged the fruit and curled up like a fetus, protecting the whole fruit in his chest and abdomen.

Jiufeng still wanted to rub him with his beak, and when he saw his more aging appearance, he remembered what Silent said to him before, don't touch his words casually.