After Transmigration, I Picked Up A Husband and Daughter
Chapter 169: Critical Point

Chapter 169: Chapter 169: Critical Point

At last, the horses came to a halt in front of a grand mansion where several maid-servants stood anxiously waiting at the door, clearly expecting their arrival.

Su Yu stepped down firmly, the sound of horse hooves falling silent, then followed the maid-servants’ meticulous guidance through the carved wooden doors and into a courtyard filled with a clamor of voices.

Inside the courtyard, there was a bustle of people, each face etched with an anxiety they could not hide, as if the hearts of all present had grown heavy beneath a sky laden with dark clouds.

In the air mingled a faint scent of medicinal herbs, a fragrance that was both reassuring and slightly worrying, yet in this place, which should have been filled with the pain and joy of childbirth, there was no sound of a laboring woman’s moans—an ominously unusual silence.

Quickly stepping indoors, the scene before Su Yu’s eyes made her heart tense.

Director Liu, a physician of considerable local renown, was busy, drenched in sweat, feeding a bowl of dark medicinal soup to the pale, gasping County Magistrate’s wife.

His clothes were soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to his lean body, revealing how fiercely he had been battling with death for the lady’s life.

On the bed, the lady who was usually gentle as water now resembled a flickering candle in the wind, the flame of her life on the brink of being extinguished.

Su Yu’s arrival seemed to bring a glimmer of hope to Director Liu.

The hope sparkling in his eyes was like rain after a long drought, and although his voice was hoarse and deep from continuous tension, he still conveyed the urgency and complexity of the wife’s condition with firmness and strength.

After speaking, Director Liu’s eyes were full of expectation, as though Su Yu was their last lifeline.

Hearing this, Su Yu nodded lightly, then went on to take the wife’s pulse with professional technique.

The pulse was faint and irregular, like scattered lights beneath a night sky, foretelling that the force of life was rapidly ebbing away.

Upon further examination, her hand gently skimmed the wife’s abdomen, feeling wave after wave of strong but erratic contractions, as if the forces of nature had lost control at this critical moment, threatening to push both mother and child into an abyss of the unknown.

Time was of the essence, and without a moment to spare, Su Yu quickly retrieved Golden Needle from her medicine box. The slender needles, gleaming with a cold light, were precisely inserted into crucial points such as Hegu, Sanyinjiao, and Zhiyin as per the ancient medical charts.

Her technique was skilled and unique, each needle placed as if guiding some mysterious power. Gradually, the contractions of the County Magistrate’s wife miraculously became regular again, and life’s rhythm was firmly reclaimed.

Following that, Su Yu calmly issued a series of directives. The names and measures of each herb were recited with precision, like a general on the battlefield coordinating troops, leaving no room for error.

Zhang Yufei, as an assistant to Director Liu, seeing this scene, felt the massive stone of anxiety in his heart finally begin to settle. He hurriedly followed Su Yu’s orders, starting to prepare the medicine with nervous efficiency.

And to the two pale-faced, anxious midwives, Su Yu’s voice remained gentle yet authoritative, her simple instructions conveying trust and expectation.

The two acknowledged the order and set about their tasks with added composure.

Returning to the bedside, Su Yu held Yu Yan’s icy hands with her own warm ones, providing silent comfort and resolve.

"Don’t worry, I am here, everything will be alright,"

This promise was like a warm breeze in spring, piercing through the deepest fears and despair in Yu Yan’s heart.

Tears rolled down, a release from having survived the ordeal and also a longing for the future.

Yu Yan, a woman who had been overjoyed at the expectation of new life, had never imagined that the road to childbirth would be fraught with such peril, bringing her to the verge of life and death.

Su Yu nodded resolutely, giving her endless strength, "But you must save some energy, eat something so you can carry on."

Enclosed within short phrases was an unmistakable encouragement.

"Good!"

Yu Yan responded resolutely, her eyes glimmering with a new spark.

In this peril-filled delivery room, the miracle of life was quietly brewing.

In this instant, the entire room seemed to freeze, the air so tense it felt as if it could wring water.

Su Yu’s gaze quickly turned sharp, alarms ringing in her heart—a thought flashed through her mind—action must be taken immediately.

She swiftly bent down, skillfully clearing the amniotic fluid from the newborn’s mouth and nose; time here seemed to stretch, each second heavy with the weight of life.

Yu Yan’s gaze followed Su Yu’s movements closely, anxiety and hope interweaving in her eyes, her hands involuntarily clenching the bedsheets, the knuckles whitening from the force.

Whew...

A faint yet clear wail finally pierced the moment’s silence, like a celestial melody, easing everyone’s hearts, and a joy beyond words instantly filled the room.

It was the declaration of a new life’s arrival, the best response to everyone’s efforts.

Su Yu gently wrapped the infant in soft cotton cloth, carefully handing the baby into Yu Yan’s arms.

The tiny body, the rosy cheeks, the tightly clenched little fists; every detail silently conveyed the tenacity and miracle of life.

With tears clouding her vision, Yu Yan looked at the small life in her arms, her heart surging with complex yet pure emotions, filled with the joy of becoming a mother for the first time, along with boundless hopes for the future.

Outside the door, County Magistrate Lord, hearing the child’s cries, finally relaxed his furrowed brow, his eyes sparkling with emotion, and years of longing turned into a relieved smile at that moment.

He turned to the servants beside him and issued a few instructions, preparing to share the joyful news with every member of the family, inviting them to partake in this hard-won happiness.

Su Yu stood aside, silently watching this tender scene, a faint smile on her lips.

She well knew that although her role often remained behind the scenes, being able to help these families welcome new life and witness the most sincere exchange of emotions in this world was the greatest honor and satisfaction for her as a doctor.

As the night deepened, the room returned to tranquility, leaving only the gentle breathing of mother and child, and that subtle yet heartwarming scent of happiness, slowly swirling around.

And all this had begun, simply because of Su Yu’s persistence and wisdom, and at the crucial moment, that profound understanding and respect for life.

Su Yu’s heart sank as she sensed something was amiss, hastily moving to the foot of the bed to check anxiously.

The two experienced midwives exchanged worried glances, their eyes shifting over the delicate body covered with a cotton quilt, a touch of unease apparent in their looks.

Under the quilt, the newborn’s complexion was abnormal, the purplish-black skin like dark clouds heralding an impending storm.

"What are you waiting for? Give me the scissors immediately!"

Su Yu’s voice, decisive and undeniable, broke the room’s silence.

The two midwives snapped out of their shock, promptly offering up the sharp scissors that had already been prepared.