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Chapter 897 I'm Not a God
Shi Anxia had always suspected that she had not given birth on time. She thought it was due to external interference, and that this external force might not be a bad thing.
Because more than once, she felt an insight from thousands of miles away late at night.
The feeling was very mysterious and she couldn't put her finger on what it was.
Until I heard their conversation just now, Zhuo Qiran kept repeating the word "Zi Gu".
If there is a son Gu, there must be a mother Gu.
She guessed that the mother Gu was not in Zhuo Qiran, but in Cen Yuan.
Her heart was burning with warmth, as she and her husband had some connection after all.
The three people outside the screen looked at each other in silence for a moment.
Liang Yanbing was the first to react. She walked around the screen and entered the inner room, only to see Shi Anxia slowly sitting up on the edge of the bed. Her face was still a little pale, but her eyes were calm and deep.
The four of them moved to the warm room to talk.
The snow falls silently outside the window, and the heating in the house is warm.
Shi Anxia sat upright on a rosewood armchair, her fingertips resting on a celadon teacup. The cup contained no tea, just warm water.
She listened to Shen Siyuan telling the whole story of the Fate-Defying Gu.
——From a few years ago when she was in a coma for several months, Cen Yuan voluntarily planted the fate-defying Gu in her to wake her up; from Zhuo Qiran feeding the Gu with blood, to Cen Yuan using her body as a vessel to attract the mother Gu to herself...
The water was warm and misty, blurring her eyes and eyebrows.
She listened quietly all the time.
It was Shen Siyuan who was talking all the time. Liang Yanbing clenched her hands in her sleeves, while Zhuo Qiran stared at the ground with his Adam's apple rolling.
There was silence in the warm room for a moment.
After a long while, Shi Anxia slowly raised her eyes and looked at Zhuo Qiran, "Master Zhuo, if the host dies, will the mother Gu die?"
Zhuo Qiran agreed.
She asked again, "When the mother Gu dies, the child Gu should also feel it, right?"
Zhuo Qiran was silent for a moment, then answered, "Yes... This should be one of the reasons why it ran out of energy."
He didn't say the reason just now because he was worried that everyone would feel uncomfortable hearing it.
Shi Anxia continued to ask, "Can't the son Gu be stronger than the mother Gu? This way, I can find out whether my husband is still alive, or at least know whether he is alive or dead."
Zhuo Qiran frowned, "I think the most urgent thing for the princess is to think about whether the baby in your belly can be saved if Zi Gu dies."
The baby Gu was about to die, but the princess was still wondering if she could be stronger than the mother Gu. He thought the princess was overthinking.
Shi Anxia nodded, "Master Zhuo is right. Please don't leave the capital for the time being. I think you should be able to save Zi Gu and make it stronger again."
Zhuo Qiran: “…”
Where does the confidence come from?
He spoke the truth, "Zi Gu will soon be unable to hold on, you must find a solution as soon as possible. Otherwise, no one will be saved."
Shi Anxia knew what she wanted to know, so she quietly let Liang Yanbing help her back to her room.
She slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, took Liang Yanbing's hand and said, "Luckily you are here."
Liang Yanbing felt sad. "When I gave birth to He'er, you were always there for me and encouraged me. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have made it." She burst into tears. Thinking of her own difficulties, at least her husband was fine, so she said, "Your Highness is blessed by heaven. You should be more at ease."
Shi Anxia was silent for a moment, then reached out to wipe her tears, "You all say that the prince consort is a man of good fortune, but everyone cries when they mention him. You don't believe that he is still alive, but I do."
Liang Yanbing stopped crying after hearing this.
Then An Xia said, "I want to go to Tiema City to find my husband. Madam Anguo, please help me. I know you have a way."
Liang Yanbing looked at Shi Anxia's terrifyingly calm appearance, and her heart ached again.
"It's not me who has the solution, it's Dr. Shen who has the solution. But he didn't dare to use it before. Using acupuncture to force labor can result in the death of both mother and child if one is not careful."
But now, it seems that we have reached a dead end. We have no choice but to do it. It is dangerous anyway.
She held Shi Anxia's hand and said, "I'll go make the arrangements. You take a rest."
Shi Anxia nodded obediently.
Liang Yanbing called Bei Hui in to wait on her. When she was about to leave, she suddenly turned around and asked, "By the way, Xia'er, I clearly mixed a soothing incense for you to fall asleep, so how did you wake up?"
Shi Anxia answered truthfully, "A long time ago, the calming incense was of no use to me. But I didn't tell you."
Liang Yanbing: “…”
She was silent for a moment before she said, "Don't hold back on anything. I'll know how to adjust."
"Yeah." Shi Anxia agreed again obediently.
Next, several people discussed the plan of inducing labor, and Mrs. Meng also participated.
Earlier, Lady Meng had always disagreed with acupuncture to induce labor, because she had a hunch that it would cause the fetus to die in the womb. Now that she knew that the princess had some kind of ghost-defying fate poison planted in her body, she was even more at a loss as to what to do.
She had lost all her confidence in Shi Anxia's pregnancy. She wasn't even sure how many babies were in her belly, and until now, she hadn't really found out that she had three babies when she took her pulse.
In fact, not only her, even the most experienced obstetrician in the Imperial Medical Bureau couldn't figure it out.
The demeanor of Lady Meng who had always been decisive disappeared completely. Now she was just cautious and said, "Just tell me what to do and I'll do it. I'm just an assistant, alas."
Liang Yanbing comforted her, "Madam Meng, there is no need to belittle yourself. It was originally affected by the Zi Gu, and the fetal breathing was disordered."
Lady Meng sighed and felt ashamed to accept the generous gift money from the princess. She could no longer read fortunes, nor could she practice medicine or assist in childbirth.
She didn't know what else she could do, so she stood up quietly and went out to tell the midwife to take care of the matter.
Shen Siyuan has a set of "Qingzhe Needles" that are specifically used to detoxify, and can also be used to induce labor when there is no other choice.
He doesn't use this set of needles easily because he is not sure about it.
Zhuo Qiran was not sure either. "We need to be prepared. It is possible that only one of the three fetuses will survive."
The other two are too weak and I’m afraid they won’t survive.
Liang Yanbing hesitated, "The princess said that she wanted to keep them all alive."
Zhuo Qiran: “…”
Who doesn't want to live all of it? Is that something you can just do?
Liang Yanbing continued to pass on the message, "The princess also said that you must have a way."
Zhuo Qiran: “…”
I'm not a god!
He was very irritable, so he went back home to bathe, burn incense, and change clothes, as if he was going on a long journey.
Not only did he go on a long journey, he also told his family many things, including how to distribute the property and to ask the court to solve any problems.
He is not married yet, and he still has parents above him.
Now his father was anxious, "What trouble have you gotten yourself into this time?"
Zhuo Qiran kowtowed three times to his parents in silence, then turned and left.
His mother chased him out, holding onto his sleeve and refusing to let go, "Son, the New Year is coming soon, you should at least wait until the New Year is over before leaving."
He said, "The court keeps official business secret and cannot wait, and I cannot tell you. In short, it is my son's fault for being unfilial."
Zhuo Qiran moved into the young master's mansion, living in one of the rooms in Shen Siyuan's courtyard.
Therefore, the day for inducing labor was set on New Year's Eve.