Chapter 465: Never Again

Chapter 465

If it were usual times, Zhao Midwife would definitely be unhappy if someone questioned her like this. But He Zhiran's situation today was really too special that not to mention Old Lady Mo asking like this, even she had to check carefully before believing He Zhiran had really dilated eight centimeters now.

Just as Zhao Midwife was thinking about how to explain, He Ziming spoke up.

"Auntie Mo, it is not strange that Ranan has dilated eight centimeters now."

Old Lady Mo was even more puzzled.

"Not strange?"

"When I was helping Ranan align the fetus, I deliberately used silver needles and techniques to help smooth her birth canal, with the goal of making it so Ranan suffers less pain when giving birth." He Ziming explained in a way that others could understand as much as possible.

Other than Zhao Midwife, everyone present was clear about He Ziming's identity. Although He Zhiran's current situation was a bit inconceivable, it was not anything strange for someone called the saintly hand of gynecology to be able to do this.

As experienced people, Madam He and Old Lady Mo showed looks of gratification on their faces when they heard this.

He Zhiran's safety during childbirth was the first thing they cared about, and second was hoping she could suffer less pain.

It seemed now that both of these things had been resolved with He Ziming's arrival.

Old Lady Mo specifically ordered that today, the Mo family's meals would be made by her daughters-in-law, and she called Yu'er over to help prepare some appetizing food for He Zhiran.

With He Ziming having smoothed He Zhiran's birth canal, her labor pains came very suddenly.

When Lan Er brought in a bowl of yangchun noodles that she usually liked to eat, her pain had already brought sweat to her forehead.

Mo Jiuye had been by her side the entire time. Although his wife had not groaned once, he could completely see how painful she was right now.

Mo Jiuye took the bowl of yangchun noodles from Lan Er's hands and brought it in front of He Zhiran.

"Ranan, I'll feed you. Eat a bit more."

Although He Zhiran was currently in severe pain, she knew that she would need strength to give birth soon. Even if just as medicine, she had to eat more.

"Okay, I'll eat."

After eating half a bowl of noodles, He Zhiran was defeated by a sudden abdominal pain, completely losing her appetite.

This abdominal pain came intensely and fiercely. She rolled around on the bed.

Seeing this, Mo Jiuye turned pale with fright and went forward to prop He Zhiran up.

In all her years as a midwife, this was still her first time encountering such a spectacle.

Forget the man refusing to leave, this...this...almost the whole family had come in to accompany her!

Zhao Midwife steadied her mind, "I know you all care about Ninth Young Master's family, but leaving just one person to help will do."

With so many people, she even felt suffocated, let alone the birthing woman.

Old Lady Mo also understood this point. If not for the mother-in-law going in earlier, she would not have followed.

Looking at the group of daughters-in-law behind her, she waved her hand, "Let's all listen to the midwife and go wait outside."

Madam He had wanted to stay, but seeing even Old Lady Mo leading the women out, if she insisted on staying and got chased out by the midwife, that would not look good.

She looked at her daughter writhing in pain on the bed, reluctantly following the Mo women out.

He Zhiran also agreed with Zhao Midwife's actions. With so many people watching her, especially surrounding her tightly without any gaps, she would inexplicably feel suffocated.

Her pain now was completely unlike just at the start. The agony would come in waves with brief respites in between.

Ever since everyone left, her pains had not stopped once.

To conserve her strength, even when the anguish made her want to vent, she still endured strongly.

Having lived together for a long time, Mo Jiuye naturally understood her every move. He distressingly used a handkerchief to wipe away her sweat.

"Ranan, if it hurts then yell, or you can hit me too." Mo Jiuye moved closer to make it convenient for He Zhiran to vent her pain.

Although He Zhiran was in agonizing pain, she had not lost her reason.

Seeing Mo Jiuye move nearer, she shifted back a bit.

Seeing her act this way, Mo Jiuye's mood could only be described as distraught.

His eyes were red as he grasped He Zhiran's hand.

"Ranan, let's just have this one child. We won't have any more in the future. Seeing you suffer, I feel like death would be better than life."

He truly felt distressed. His wife was a strong woman, yet even she couldn't endure such torment. One could imagine without thinking how much pain it was.

"I really won't have any more in the future..." He Zhiran squeezed out these words almost through gritted teeth.

She didn't even know how to describe this kind of agony.