118 Chapter 118

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date="2021-01-16"

title="118 Chapter 118 "

weight="124751"

series = ["Banished to Another World"]

mode = "manual"

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Yan Mo finally figured out what was going on in the anxious and almost incoherent description of the second-level fighter.

To put it simply, Luye is the soldier's woman. She is about to give birth, but it is difficult to give birth. The child's feet came out first.

If in the usual way, the old priest usually keeps the son and not the mother, it is not that he does not want to keep the woman, but that it is too difficult to keep the mother in this situation.

"Where is the person? Take me there right away!" Yan Mo immediately changed color after hearing the child's feet come out first. This kind of thing could not be delayed.

Seeing the soldiers hesitated again-the old priest was also waiting, sternly and sternly said: "Hurry up! Otherwise it will be too late!"

The second-level fighter turned his head and ran away in tears. Some people don't value their women and die if they die, but he and Luye grew up together, how could he see her die in pain!

"Make way for Master Mo!" Before Yan Mo became angry, Hao drank away the guards.

As soon as Yan Mo left, Dahe immediately chased him up.

The 狰 with a wound on his upper body and wrapped in animal skins fulfilled his oath, he beat his chest to the trench, and wanted to follow Yan Mo.

Hao closed his eyes. Although Yan Mo restored him to life, he did not fully heal. It was as if a person was good on the surface but half empty inside. And all the things that happened in the tribe made him even more exhausted.

Without the ferocious, the Xiyang tribe and part of the Feishan tribe, what will the tribe be like in the future?

"Wait!" Yuan Zhan said to stop Gui.

Gui stopped and looked back.

"Master Chief, I have something important to tell you. You will stay, too." Yuan Zhan stepped aside and made it clear that he didn't want the old priest to hear.

The old priest couldn't take care of them now, he was busy instructing Qiuning to beat him up with the herb, trying to relieve the itch.

In ancient times, women gave birth to the mother animal. Because they were afraid of blood staining the animal’s skin, most of them lay on the ground directly. Sliding out, the child's umbilical cord was also broken with teeth.

It’s undeniable when the profession of midwife started. In the Yuanji tribe, there are also women with more births who will help women who give birth for the first time, cheer them up, check how many children have come out, scrub the children’s body with water, and stuff the mother with herbs □ Hemostasis and so on, but most of them don’t know what to do if they have a dystocia.

When Yan Mo rushed to the clearing, the woman was almost dead. There was a woman between her legs trying to drag the fetus out of her.

"Stop! Stop!" Yan Mo yelled first before he arrived.

The woman was taken aback, turned her head to see the iconic white hair, and immediately screamed: "It's Master Mo! Master Mo is here! Luye is saved!"

Yan Mo couldn't take care of other things, so he went up and ordered the woman to give up her position. Seeing that her mother was so angry that she was bleeding, she immediately took out the gold needle, and in a blink of an eye she gave the pregnant woman more than 20 stitches. .

"Go and boil the water! Hurry up!" Yan Mo disliked the men and women onlookers in the way, and let Dahe drive them away.

The child's body is a bit purple, but the pulse can still be felt at the ankle.

The fetus received the blessing of life as soon as he was touched by Yan Mo. In order to hurry up, Yan Mo touched the fetus's ankle with one hand and put the other on the woman's wrist.

At the same time give vitality, this is an attempt he has never made.

What's worse is that although the mother and child are all restored to life, it is only temporary. If the child cannot be born, it will kill two lives.

Yan Mo, who was rapidly getting old, couldn’t even rest. He didn’t dare to leave the mother and son, bit his tongue cruelly, and lifted his spirit with pain. Seeing that the mother had regained consciousness, he immediately said in a deep voice: "I To push the child back into your body, don’t be afraid, I’ve sealed your pain, you won’t feel much pain, don’t tighten your muscles, relax as much as possible. Come, inhale, exhale..."

When Yan Mo talked about the word exhalation, he had already pushed the fetus's outstretched foot back into the mother's body, and relied on experience to realign the baby's fetal position with his hands. As for the problem of dirty hands, no one really cares at this time.

The mother did not feel much pain, and she did not even shed much blood.

Yan Mo had to work hard to control his abilities so that the mother's lower body would not heal first.

After being ordered by Yan Mo, the second-level fighter knelt behind the parturient woman, hugged her upper body, and repeatedly called her name in her ear.

The maternal spirit is very good. When she heard the white-headed priest shouting "force" to her, she squeezed her abdomen with force.

After several times, because the birth canal was wide open, the fetus slipped out very smoothly.

The little life slipped into his palm, and Yan Mo was in a trance.

His Dudu had never been in his mother's womb, maybe because of this he was so sick.

Do not! Yan Mo wakes up, even if Dudu is born from his mother, he will not be strong. He is his greatest achievement, but also his greatest sin!

Yan Mo held up the baby, put her on her palm, gently controlled the blockage in her mouth, and patted her little ass.

"Wow!" The baby girl who was slapped by two adults let out a cry that was not very loud but powerful.

"Live! Live!" The men and women onlookers yelled.

The birth of a new life is always the most touching, especially such a difficult production.

Many of them thought that the white-headed priest would, like the old priest, order someone to tear up the pregnant woman, take out the child, and then use his life blessing to save the mother and child again.

But the white-headed priest did not do this, he showed them a possibility. Many women have seen what the white-headed priest has done. If there is another woman with the same or similar dystocia next time, they at least know what to do, instead of just watching and waiting for the old priest to take out the child.

After the second-level soldier heard the cry of the child, he couldn't help crying out.

The woman named Luye smiled with sweat and tears on her face.

Yan Mo entrusted the crying baby girl to the child's mother.

Luye took her, and naturally hugged her to her chest, looking down at the child's small face greedily.

The child born under undernourishment is ugly, wrinkled and bloody, with yellow-black-yellow-black skin, only a few lanugo hairs on his head, his eyes closed tightly, and his small fists clenched.

Yan Mo was a little jealous of this little girl. His family Dudu was born good-looking, but he was not as healthy as this child, and even the crying was not as loud as the little Maobab who was less than four catties.

Yan Mo looked at the woman-the wound was healing, she took out the gold needle for the woman, got up, staggered and almost fell.

Dahe subconsciously wanted to reach out to help him, but Yan Mo reluctantly avoided it.

Dahe didn't dare to touch him again, but looked at him anxiously and worriedly.

"I'll take a rest for a while, and later I will pray to Master Qiushi. In addition, I mix the boiled water with clean cold water, I want to wash, and the child also wants to wash."

"Yes!" Dahe turned and ordered a big child next to him.

Yan Mo lay directly on the ground with exhaustion.

The second-level fighter asked two women to take care of their own women, and came over to help Yan Mo, but was pulled away by the river.

"Lan Die, don't touch Master Mo!"

Although Dahe's voice was severe, Lan Die, the second-level fighter, didn't get angry because of it. On the contrary, he seemed to have done something wrong, and quickly stepped back.

"Master Mo..." The woman walked over with her baby and knelt beside Yan Mo.

Yan Mo turned his head weakly to look at her, frowning: "Are you able to move?"

"I'm fine." Luye held the child, and carefully sent the child who was still moaning to Yan Mo, and took care not to touch him.

Yan Mo looked at her.

Green Leaf bit her lower lip, "My lord, I, I want to go with you, and my child."

Lan Die was surprised. He didn't seem to expect Luye to say what he wanted to leave him just after giving birth.

Yan Mo was also a little surprised. Is Lan Die bad for Luye? But it doesn't look like it. In this era, there are not many primitive warriors who can be so nervous about their own women.

Dahe originally wanted to pull Luye away. He didn't want others to disturb Yan Mo's rest, but when he heard Luye request that he wanted to go with Yan Mo, Dahe withdrew his hand.

"My lord, I am a slave, and my child will be eaten first. I heard from Sister Kuo Ding that the Jiuyuan tribe does not eat people and does not have slaves. Is it true?" Luye said why.

Yan Mo blinked his eyes and expressed affirmation.

"Sir, would you like to want us?" Luye was very worried. As a slave, she knew that many slave trades only require adults. Even if they have children, they will not want such small babies. In order to make women give up, they usually Kill the woman's child.

Yan Mo glanced at the humming little bit, and slowly said, "She will be called Youqing from now on."

Luye didn't understand what it meant, Lan Die understood, but he seemed to be upset, so he didn't remind his woman.

At this time, Dahe said next to him: "The adult named your child."

Luye laughed: "You...qing..., Youqing!" She didn't know how to write the word "Youqing", but she thought these two words were very pleasant to read. Master Mo personally took it for her child. The name!

Luye repeated the child's name several times, took the child back to her arms, and happily grabbed Lan Die's hand next to her, and asked Yan Mo excitedly: "Sir, can Lan Die go with us, too? "

Yan Mo thought to himself, just follow it if you like, Jiuyuan lacks labor.

When Lan Die heard that Luye didn't want to leave him, he grinned slyly, and said in a daze, "My lord, I'm from the Heiyuan tribe. Will the Great Master want me?"

Yan Mo just nodded, and the men and women watching the excitement suddenly shouted and approached a large group of people. You see me and I see you. When the first person asked: "My lord, I can also follow you. go?"

The same questions came to Yan Mo one after another.

Yan Mo: "..." He was so popular for the first time in his two lifetimes. But can you give him some rest time? One by one stretched their heads and stared at him, are they really looking at him?

Don't think he didn't hear the little boys secretly guessing at each other whether he was an old man or a young man.

"Jie--!" Silently where are you, I'm back!

Nine Winds hovered over the valley, and after looking at it for a while, he didn't find its little biped-because Yan Mo was blocked by a circle of his head.