Song QingHan knew the importance of breathing method, so he corrected his breathing mode with the frequency of the producer.
Although it is only a small change, but he can clearly feel that the whole person is different, and the pain of his stomach is also reduced.
However, the speed is still more and more slow.
"Yes," he cried out! Push! Use your strength to suckle! "
Song QingHan was frightened by his cry, and the strength he had just accumulated was gone. He had to adjust his breath and re store his strength to release all his strength towards his belly.
He finally found the rhythm of exertion. As soon as he was yelled in his ear by the producer, he had to start over again, which resulted in the result that he spent half a day without any effect.
However, the producer was not aware of his mistakes, and even taught him: "hard! Can't you force me! Come on
Song QingHan couldn't stand it any longer. His face sank and he said in a cold voice, "shut up! Any more noise, I'll kill you! "
He was already in great pain, and because he had been exerting for a long time without any effect, his mood was depressed and irritable, so his tone became heavier.
However, Chan Gong did not show any consideration for him. Although he closed his mouth, his eyes glared at him, looking full of resentment.
Wu Dahu also heard song QingHan's words outside. He immediately stopped, as if he was afraid that his footsteps would affect song QingHan. He stood in front of the delivery room, as if to see the current situation of song QingHan through the door.
Song QingHan will focus on the abdomen again, according to the rhythm of his breathing, after seeing a little black hair coming out, his heart is happy.
However, no matter how hard he continued to push, the baby's head seemed to be stuck, only a little hair came out, and the back couldn't move any more.
The producer suddenly snorted coldly and said, "what did I say? Fetal is too big, want dystocia! I don't have time to spend here
When he said this, song QingHan's strength suddenly unloaded, his eyes narrowed, and he ordered, "boiled water! High wine! Candle! Needle and thread! All ready for me
Although his voice was not loud, because the yard was quiet enough, Wu Dahu heard it clearly and quickly moved on. In less than half a column of incense, he was ready and knocked on the door.
Xuan calmly took the things and put them on the edge of song QingHan's bed.
Song QingHan said, yuanyuanxuan did an action. After all the equipment had been detoxified, song QingHan pulled the corners of his mouth and struggled to lie half down. He leaned on the head of the bed and looked at yuanxuan with bright eyes. He said confidently, "look, today I'll show you how to cure yourself!"
The original Xuan was infected by his mood, nodded solemnly and looked at Song QingHan's action without blinking.
Song QingHan knew that time could not be delayed, and the baby stayed in his stomach for a long time, which was not a good thing for him and the baby.
After washing his hands and disinfecting them with wine, he resolutely picked up the scalpel and calmly touched his stomach. After confirming that it was the baby's ear that was stuck, he drew a distance and waved the scalpel.
Seeing that he took up the knife and rowed to his belly, the producer screamed directly and retreated to the wall.
Song QingHan looked at Song QingHan anxiously, fearing that he would be disturbed by the cry of the Duke of childbirth, and if it would cause a mistake...
but song QingHan, who was in the operation state, seemed to be in a vacuum. He didn't know what was happening around him. All he had left in his heart and in front of him was the scalpel in front of him.
His hand is always very fast. When he reaches the right length, he can automatically adjust his breathing and use his force.
Because of that knife, more blood came out, which made Xuan's scalp numb and frightened.
Song QingHan's eyes were cold, just like the bloody belly. After the baby was exposed, he took the scissors and cut the umbilical cord. After quickly handling it, he handed the baby into yuanyuanxuan's hand and ordered: "swaddle on the table, wash his body with water, and then wrap it up."
After Yuan Wenxuan took over the soft and boneless baby, his heart seemed to be suspended in the air. Fortunately, his character was calm, he took the baby in his arms, quickly wiped it with hot water, and then wrapped it in swaddling clothes.
He made such a series of actions that he could not believe. For a moment, he couldn't figure out who was the real estate official here.
After handing over the baby, song QingHan bit his lower lip tightly and kept himself awake through the method of pain transfer. Then he took up the needle and thread and sutured it carefully.
After the Song Dynasty was over, it was like the past.
Wu Dahu rushed in immediately after hearing the baby's crying. He stopped by the door and rubbed his body. After the cold had dissipated, he could not wait to rush to song QingHan's bedside. He was covered with blood, and his eyes were sour. He almost shed tears.
After Wu Dahu came in, Lord Qin came back from what he had just seen. He helped song QingHan straighten his clothes and comforted him: "Dahu, your husband is OK. The auspicious man has his own nature. Go and see your son. The child is going to be out of his arms."Hearing this, Yuan Wenxuan's calm face appeared a rare blush, explaining: "I and I are not unable to hold, but the posture is not quite right..."
Wu Dahu reached out and held the sobbing baby into his arms. He said thanks to yuanwenxuan with a smile. Then he took out the bag that had been prepared for a long time from his pocket and put it into the hand of the producer. He said in a deep voice: "look at the present For the sake of my family's great joy, I don't care about you, but if you still fool people like this, sooner or later, someone will take care of you! "
Chan Gong regretted the moment he touched his purse. If he knew that the family could give so much money, he would not be so perfunctory! Otherwise, he might get more money, but it's a pity that it's useless to regret now. Besides, song QingHan has just given him a vivid "education lesson". Now he is like a fox with a tail between his legs. He is flattering and flattering while quietly walking out.
However, after walking out of the courtyard of Wu Dahu's house, his first reaction was not that he was too perfunctory, but that the family was too tough, and he was afraid that he would not be able to come later...
Wu Dahu held the baby to song QingHan's bed and placed the baby beside him carefully.
Lord Qin waved to the original Xuan and said softly as he walked out: "let's go to prepare the food for the children. Your family will have a good time."
Wu Dahu nodded. After the two left, he sighed slightly. He reached out and arranged song QingHan's messy hair. He said slowly, "it's hard for you."
If it was not for the magic mending skill of the song QingHan Association, how could today's calamity pass so easily?
When he thought of it because he didn't find the property owner in advance, he felt very guilty.
After he cooked the rice paste, he quietly brought it in and said to Wu Dahu, "I'll feed the baby. He'll be hungry and crying for a while."
As soon as he finished, the baby's mouth shriveled and began to cry like a cat.
Song QingHan was awakened by the cry and slowly opened his heavy eyelids. He was embarrassed when he saw the baby's red face crying.
This, this should be hungry, but he is a man, how to feed the children?
Fortunately, Lord Qin helped him to solve his confusion. He scooped up a little rice paste from the bowl and put it into the baby's mouth after cooling.
Looking at the baby chuckling down the rice paste, song QingHan curiously said, "is this all he can eat? Is it not malnutrition? "
"The children of poor families grow up eating rice paste. Only rich families can have other things to eat, such as precious goat's milk and buffalo milk."
For the first time, Wu Dahu knew that besides rice paste, there were other things for babies to eat. After pondering for a while, he asked, "where can I buy goat's milk, buffalo milk and so on?"
When he was hunting in the mountains, he had never met animals such as cattle and sheep, so he could only start from paying for them.
Lord Qin just heard about it. He shook his head and said with regret: "I don't know. But the person who told me about it came from Northwest China. I think it's not until I get there."
Song QingHan nodded clearly, but it was not a pity. Although it is said that feeding dairy products is better for children's development, if the conditions are not allowed, then make do with rice paste. Anyway, other people are also growing up in this way, are not all good?
However, Wu Dahu secretly wrote down this matter in his mind, thinking about when he could spare time to go to the northwest to see if he could bring a sheep back. Even if he didn't use it this time, there would always be opportunities in the future.
After feeding the baby, Lord Qin suddenly remembered something and asked, "you haven't named the child yet? Hurry to discuss a name, or a nickname. There must be a name to call it! "
Wu Dahu and song QingHan look at each other and seem to be waiting for each other to speak.
Finally, song QingHan couldn't help but say, "that's called stone, little stone."
Wu Dahu of course will not have any opinions, agreed with the tunnel: "small stone is good, it sounds good to feed."
Mr. Qin was helpless. Looking at the little stone's face, he found that these two parents were not reliable. Little stone would have to be as strong as a stone in the future.
Outside, the original boshu saw that song QingHan had already produced safely, and yuanyuanxuan had formally accepted his master's advice. The business at the restaurant could not be delayed, so he did not wait any longer. After taking Xiaoning and Wu Dahu to leave, he took a carriage and left.
Although yuan Wenxuan said nothing, he could tell from the look in his eyes towards the direction of the carriage leaving home that he was still uneasy about leaving home for school. After all, no matter how calm he was, he was only a 10-year-old boy.