I Can See Your Combat Power
Chapter 1900 - 331: There is a Descendant

Chapter 1900: Chapter 331: There is a Descendant

As Lu Xuening, the physician, explained, Tang Luo’s face grew increasingly grim.

Though he didn’t understand childbirth, he was knowledgeable about martial arts and well aware of how powerful the physique of a Fierce Realm warrior could be. So in his estimation, childbirth shouldn’t pose any danger, but hearing Lu Xuening’s explanation now, it seemed there were quite a few risks.

From Lu Xuening’s perspective, seeing Tang Luo’s expression made her realize that the ruler of Unparalleled City was actually too optimistic. Although childbirth cases in the Fierce Realm were rare, the Hundred Herbs Immortal Mansion, as the top medical institution in Longzhou, had experienced quite a few, but the overall data wasn’t encouraging. Oftentimes, it fell upon the husband to make that hardest decision.

In the mind of a physician, it’s better to prepare for the worst from the start, rather than react passively when genuine danger surfaces.

After carefully choosing her words, Lu Xuening addressed Tang Luo, "If..."

"No ifs."

The moment she spoke, the dean of Unparalleled Institute sternly interrupted, "The Academy dislikes ’ifs.’ In no way should there be ’ifs’ or risks in this matter. If childbirth doesn’t proceed smoothly, Physician Lu can attempt to make an incision outside the lower abdomen and extract the child. But one thing must be made clear, regardless of the circumstances, I ask Physician Lu to prioritize the safety of the wife above all else."

Physicians often encounter patients unfamiliar with medicine but demanding too much; usually, they can choose to avoid them, but when facing someone as high-ranking and powerful as the dean of the Unparalleled Institute, they naturally can’t treat the matter as a regular situation.

So, although Tang Luo interrupted Lu Xuening earlier, she felt a twinge of dread internally, fearing he might demand the impossible of achieving perfection in both regards.

However, upon hearing Tang Luo’s suggestion to make an incision outside of Yun Xiu’s lower abdomen to assist in childbirth, her eyes brightened up.

The sensitivity of a physician to such matters inevitably surpasses that of ordinary people. Though compared to traditional medicine primarily focusing on herbs and guiding techniques, it seemed rather abrupt, it was nonetheless a method worth attempting.

After all, Fierce Realm warriors boast formidable physiques, and even if an incision is made on the stomach, as long as it’s resutured promptly, there wouldn’t be significant danger.

If childbirth doesn’t go smoothly, this would be a lifesaving technique.

Believing this was the full surprise Tang Luo had in store, Lu Xuening was genuinely struck when she heard the priority should be on the mother.

She carefully observed the man in front, as if meeting him anew.

Childbirth in the Fierce Realm is arduous, not to mention for masters or in the King Realm. If nothing unexpected occurs, the child within Yun Xiu’s womb might be the only offspring of the man before her.

No matter how prosperous the Tang Clan becomes in the future, if the child in Yun Xiu’s belly is lost, then Tang Luo’s branch would essentially be cut off.

Under such circumstances, choices aren’t existent, at least not in Lu Xuening’s impressions, where all those Fierce Realm women sent to the Hundred Herbs Immortal Mansion for birth faced the same demands.

That is, at all costs, to protect the child within the mother’s womb.

Medicine is merely a tool, and physicians are merely handlers of it. Most times, they have no means to refuse such demands, especially when the counterpart is exceptionally powerful.

Lu Xuening’s earlier words were merely to seek more opportunities for Yun Xiu, because over these months of companionship, the two had become bosom friends with nothing left unsaid, and she truly didn’t want to hear cruel words from Tang Luo.

Initially thinking she had found her true prince, she abruptly realized her bosom friend didn’t fare any worse.

...

Yuanzhou merchant ship

"Hiss.... Mother don’t cry, your son is alright, it doesn’t hurt a bit, ouch..."

"Mother, don’t cry, it’s really fine. When sparring, injuries are inevitable, Zilin suffered even worse, perhaps he can’t even get up from bed now."

The bruised and swollen Tang Zilin grinned painfully, comforting Miao Zhu, who was applying medicine on him. Though she had become the mistress, she maintained her gentle and weak demeanor, wasn’t expressive, and only wiped tears when confronted with issues, even if she kept grievances to herself.

Witnessing her child hurt once again, she could only shed tears while applying medicine.

Meanwhile, in another cabin, Tang Ziqi, with a swelling on his forehead, was getting bandaged while his mother, Tang Zhen, sat nearby, vehemently scolding him.

"You and Zilin are brothers, even if you want to spar, you should find a secluded place privately. In front of so many people, others might think the heirs of our family are bullying."

"Hiss... Mother, you don’t understand. Brother Zilin never wishes to spar with others in the Martial Hall. If we find a secluded place, he’ll surely refuse combat. Only on the deck does he bring his full force... Ouch, lighter!"

Tang Zilin, crying out, begged the maid to be gentler, clutching his forehead and drawing sharp breaths, and after a moment added, "Your son knows, every time he bears injuries, Aunt will be saddened and tearful, so gradually, Brother Zilin chooses not to spar with others. But practicing martial arts inevitably leads to injuries. Avoiding them now means risking life later. Others may ignore it, but can I too, ignore it... ouch.... it hurts so much..."

Listening to her son continually call Zilin "Brother," Tang Zhen couldn’t help but frown slightly: "You two were born almost simultaneously. Naming you Ziqi was meant for you to strive. Understand?"

"Your son understands."

Clutching his forehead, Tang Ziqi grinned slyly: "But the hierarchy of age is fixed, birth is predetermined. Even if called father, Brother Zilin remains Brother Zilin. Hey, what herb is placed on my forehead? Now it doesn’t hurt, and the swelling is diminished quite a bit."

As if discovering something particularly amusing, Tang Ziqi stood up and earnestly stretched a hand towards Tang Zhen.

"What is it?"

"Medicine, to deliver some to Brother Zilin."

...

Anxious, agitated.

The king’s unsettled emotions caused the rules within the king’s body to tremble, changing the hue of the clouds over Red Cloud Mountain.

Thunder rolled within the pitch-black clouds, descending lower. The agitated king paced in the courtyard.

He had considered using divine sight to peek but felt even worse after a glimpse, deciding not to look.

Finally, after enduring unknown durations of agony, a crisp and tender newborn’s cry came from the birthing room.

Lu Xuening came out cradling a little bundle wrapped in satin, intending to congratulate Tang Luo, only to see Unparalleled Academy approaching.

Scrunched up, resembling a red ball...

This was Tang Luo’s first impression of his own child. After a quick glance, he directly rushed into the birthing room, then leaned over Yun Xiu’s bedside, pouring Innate Qi into the woman’s body without restraint, holding her hand and offering comfort: "Mrs., you’ve worked hard, how do you feel now?"

"It hurts a lot..."

Lying in bed with a sweat-drenched head and pale lips, the woman, seemingly aggrieved, said softly.

Hearing this, the dean increased the output of Innate Qi another level, continually offering reassurances.

Witnessing the affectionate couple within the birthing room, Lu Xuening holding the little one, couldn’t help but laugh and cry.