Chapter 121

Episode 121. Cesarean section (2)

When the painter thought that Myung-il’s hypnotherapy was completed to some extent, he allowed him to leave the hospital.

Tap, tap...

The painter, who had pulled all the stitches out of Myeongil’s chest, nodded with a satisfied smile.

“The wound has healed well. Give your shoulders a big turn.”

“Like this?”

“How are you?”

“I feel a little pain in the chest area and it’s tight... but it doesn’t hurt too much.”

“It will still be difficult to use your shoulders like before. But as time goes on, you will get better and better, so keep doing the exercises I taught you and don’t drink alcohol for a while.”

The painter handed Myungil a potion he prepared himself and discharged him.

“Thank you so far. Mr. Hwa. Maybe if it wasn’t for Congressman Hwa, I’ll be back for the rest of my life.

“Well, in case I can help you, please let me know how things are going.”

“yes. I will send one of my three men here to keep you informed.”

When Myeong-il left with his three subordinates, the fireman shook his hand as if he were parting from his family and even brought tears to his eyes.

‘I hope it achieves great results.’

From the point of view of the fireman, even if Myeongil does not achieve great results, at least the family in Chohyeon is not in danger because he is the one who oversees the Taepyeonggyo in Yeju.

The fireman was honestly satisfied with the minimum safety. Of course, it would be better if Myeong-il achieved great results and gave the leader of the Taepyeonggyo a big blow.

* * *

While the painter went to Hwangdo to treat Taewi Hwang-wan, Hyeonbi and Cheongbi’s stomachs were full.

Sang Jin-gyu of the defeated country first heard the news that the fireman had cured Taewi Hwang-wan’s violation through in-person, so he prepared the wealth in advance.

“It’s really unfortunate that my uncle has already given you a good government post, so there’s no reason for me to hold you back in your home country.”

“.....”

“Anyway, I heard that there were many twists and turns before he could heal his uncle.”

“It happened because I was still young and lacking, but it wasn’t a big problem.”

“Sending Rep. Hwa to Taiwei was a really good choice. By the way, Hyun-i and Cheong-i had a meeting.”

“Ah yes. I heard it on the way.”

“Are the two women looking for Hwa?”

“After meeting your Highness, we decided to meet the two of you.”

“Hahaha.... I waited eagerly for the two of them to return to Dr. Hwa.”

“Hyunbi Mama conceived while I was there, but Cheongbi Mama seems to have conceived after that.”

“It did. Anyway, the two of you will be waiting for you, so hurry and go.”

“yes.”

After the painter came out of Sangjeon, he went to Hyeonvision first.

After greeting Hyeonbi and asking how he was doing, he took a pulse and used clairvoyance to check the condition of the fetus.

“I will produce a healthy baby boy within a few days.”

Hearing the fireman’s words, Hyeonbi’s face brightened like a full moon.

“A boy baby? Are you sure?”

“yes. Apparently it is. Congratulations, Hyunbi Mama.”

“I would have died if it wasn’t for Hwa, but I’m alive and I’m alive to produce Your Highness’ baby and even a prince... I don’t know how to repay this favor.”

The painter was treated generously at Hyeonbi’s front and then went to Cheongbi’s front.

There, too, he took a pulse and used his clairvoyance to examine his stomach.

“We will produce a healthy princess within the next month or so.”

“Whoa~. It would have been nice if it was a son... Well, what if you have a son next time?”

The painter left Cheongbijeon and returned to the inn, but suddenly stopped and fell into thought.

“weird. Both of them were healthy and the fetus looked fine, so why is it so embarrassing?”

I looked back once again to see what the problem was, but there was nothing that made me think ‘this is it’.

“Have you become a little sensitive since you came to the palace after a long time? There will be nothing wrong.”

In fact, the painter did not remember much because he had been training in obstetrics and gynecology almost superficially.

* * *

As soon as Hyeonbi’s birth was imminent, the painter moved quickly.

Several city doctors had already arrived at Hyeonbijeon, and the midwives and fertility guards were also waiting tensely.

After a while, Sang Jin-gyu appeared without ministers and accompanied by tens of thousands of guards.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...”

‘It is often possible to see the inside of a person’s stomach, but there would be few opportunities to see the inside of a mother’s stomach... How can we know and what are we going to do about it?’

While Pyeonseon tilted his head, the painter exchanged very brief greetings with the midwife, then immediately measured Hyeonbi’s pulse and scanned her womb with a fluoroscopic sight.

“I think we should cut open the stomach and take out the baby seeds.”

“Slicing a pear?”

The midwife was startled, but the painter ignored her and looked at Hyeonbi, who was sweating profusely with a gag in her mouth.

“Hyeonbimama, what will you do?”

“Hehehehe... Even if I die, the baby will live.”

“If the operation is performed, neither the mother nor the baby will die. The problem is that it will be difficult for Mama to conceive again.”

“It doesn’t matter. Only the baby... save the baby.”

“I will. Hyuna.”

“Your master.”

The painter nodded, and the midwife staggered back, as if pushed away by some invisible hand.

“Quickly disinfect your hands and insert this tube into Mama’s peeing area. It is about a span of your hand.”

“yes!”

“Come on, there is no time.”

“yes yes.”

While Pyeonseon washes his hands with distilled spirits and inserts a urine pipe, the fireman puts on a mask and takes out tools to prepare for surgery.

‘Should I give you an anesthetic? It may affect the fetus... Let’s feed it though. If we operate as soon as possible, we can cut it off before it is absorbed through the umbilical cord.’

If an anesthetic is given, a knife must be placed on Hyeon-bi’s stomach before she is completely anaesthetized, but at present, she cannot afford to take care of her pain.

The painter looked at the pyeonseon pushing the urine line.

It was covered by a skirt, so I couldn’t tell if she was putting it in properly.

“Are you still far away?”

“no. Now I’ve pushed it all in.”

“Good work. Mama, eat this.”

When the painter handed out the anesthetic liquor, Hyeonbi drank it right away without asking what it was.

“Originally, we have to wait until Mama loses her mind, but since we don’t have time, we’ll do the surgery right away.”

“Don’t worry, I will go ahead and do the operation.”

“yes.”

The fireman used his clairvoyant powers to examine Hyeonbi’s stomach and drew his sword horizontally.

In an instant, blood splattered and an evil scream erupted from Hyeonbi’s mouth.

“Catch Hyeonbi so she can’t move.”

“yes?”

“hurry!”

When the painter shouted at the midwife and the wives, they hurriedly grabbed Hyeonbi’s arms and legs.

“I see.”

‘Be quick but don’t make mistakes.’

Even if the knife is inserted even a little deep, the fetus inside the womb can be cut.

In fact, there were many cases in which the fingers or toes of the fetus were cut off during a caesarean section.

The fireman had clairvoyance, but the blood obscured his vision, so he had to concentrate as much as possible.

‘Fortunately, the uterus was not touched. Next, the bladder is separated from the uterus and the uterus is extracted...’

Pyeon-seon made an incredulous, astounding expression as he watched the painter cut open the uterus, take out the fetus inside, and hand it to the midwife.

‘The umbilical cord was really wrapped around Agi’s neck! How could I have known that?’

After cutting the umbilical cord and handing it to the midwife, the painter took out the placenta from Hyeonbi’s stomach and was suturing it in reverse order.

“What are you doing. Aren’t you going to come to your senses?”

At that time, the harsh voice of the fireman sounded in Pyeonseon’s ears.

“Yes ah yes. sorry.”

“The operation is not over yet. Inject the drugs from the second and third vials into Hyeonbima’s left arm artery. You bleed a lot.”

“yes.”

While the painter was suturing, Pyeonseon took a bamboo syringe and started injecting drugs into Hyeonbi’s artery.

slap slap-!

“wah wah-!”

At that moment, the midwife hit the baby on the buttocks and began to cry vigorously.

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