Gasp! She's a Time Traveler Using Modern Tech to Improve Ancient Life Chapter 648 - 646: Cui Clan’s Difficult Labor

In the fifth year of the reign of the Great Tang, Cheng Yaojin’s wife was none other than the renowned daughter of the Five Families and Seven Hopes from Qinghe, surnad Cui!

After Cheng Yaojin’s original wife, Sun, passed away when the world was peaceful, Cheng Yaojin wanted to marry a daughter of the Five Families and Seven Hopes.

As a man of such birth marrying another after the death of a spouse, he was not worthy of a maiden. Ultimately, he married the eldest daughter of the Cui family from Qinghe, who was in her forties and had been married before.

Historically, Cheng Yaojin showed great respect and imnse affection towards his remarried wife, Cui, even leaving a will to be buried alongside her.

Though there are certainly elents of interest involved, it could be considered a lifeti of true love. No wonder he’s so anxious over her labor difficulties, to the point of rushing to the temple to find help.

Lin Wanwan recalled relevant information as she sat in the carriage heading to the Cheng Family, and suddenly rembered upon dismounting that Cui’s twins were none other than Cheng Chubu! The most accomplished of Cheng Yaojin’s sons!

I’m actually going to deliver Cheng Chubu myself? How fascinating to think about.

But historically, there is no record of Cui’s childbirth being so dangerous. Could this be influenced by my butterfly wings?

If that’s the case, it’s a grave sin!

The carriage sped for quite a while, finally arriving at the Cheng Mansion. Lin Wanwan felt her soul almost flying away due to the bumps. Her lack of motion sickness was purely due to her good physical condition today.

Upon entering the Cheng Mansion doors, she quickly made her way to the main hall. She hadn’t even reached the delivery room, yet she could already hear the midwife calling out, "Push! Push harder!" from afar.

Lin Wanwan entered the room with Hong Yan and Ji Yue. Once inside, there was chaos all around, a clear sign that everyone was very anxious.

In the delivery room, there were seven or eight maids, five or six midwives, and a few won dressed in palace maid attire, likely pharmacists from the Food Bureau (female doctors).

The room was full of noise, yet the patient was silent.

Lin Wanwan shouted, "Only leave one close maid, the rest, leave the room!"

The commanding voice brought instant silence to the room, and everyone turned to look at her. Lin Wanwan stepped forward to the birthing bed, her expression stern: "I am the Village Lady of Le’an, appointed as a female Imperial Physician by the Saint."

Upon hearing her identify herself, those in the room quickly understood that she was the newly invited aid from the Duke Su Mansion, and they all saluted.

Lin Wanwan waved her hand: "Maids, leave quickly; pharmacists and midwives, stay quiet, I am going to check the pulse."

The maids exchanged glances, saluted, and left, leaving only a middle-aged matron at the bedside.

Lin Wanwan took a ceramic jar filled with alcohol gel from the barefoot doctor’s dicine box, scooped a spoonful into her hands, disinfected them, and then sat on the crescent stool Ji Yue had brought, observing Cui’s condition.

She’d been in labor for half a night plus a day and still hadn’t given birth, indicating obstructed labor.

At this mont, Cui was drenched in sweat, her hair tousled, face pale, deanor listless, emotions fretful, breathing labored, with occasional dry heaving.

This indicates a state of blocked energy flow.

"Madam Duke Su, relax, let take your pulse."

Lin Wanwan finished speaking and began palpating, her expression grave.

Cui was already a high-risk mother due to her age, encountering Great Tang’s restrictions that only allow female doctors, making it a dangerous situation.

If not restricted by gender barriers, inviting renowned Chinese dicine practitioners would greatly improve the situation.

Of course, if this was modern tis, given her age and physical condition, it would definitely be a cesarean section. Although facing surgery, she wouldn’t have to endure so much pain.

A quarter of an hour later, Lin Wanwan withdrew her hand from the pulse check, began examining the tongue and feeling the abdon.

Cui’s fetal position was correct, but she was weak in energy, unable to deliver the child.

The fastest ergency asure in Chinese dicine is acupuncture.

She had decided to apply acupuncture. Normally, pregnant won avoid needle stimulation as it might induce labor prematurely. But right now, to birth the child, it was appropriate to apply acupuncture.

After the diagnosis, Lin Wanwan gave Cui a confident smile: "Madam Duke Su, have no fear, with here, you’ll be fine. I’ll step out to make preparations now."

Cui gently closed her eyelids in response to Lin Wanwan.

Lin Wanwan addressed the midwives and the pharmacists: "You all are experienced; two of you co out with to report back, the rest stay here to watch over the situation."

With that, she turned past the screen and pushed open the door to leave.

Outside the delivery room, the anxious Cheng Yaojin imdiately approached: "Young girl, how is my wife doing? Why don’t I hear any sounds?"

Lin Wanwan calmly bowed, unhurried: "Duke Su, rest assured, your wife and child will be fine. I’ve checked the pulse; it’s a healthy boy."

Everyone around, hearing Lin Wanwan’s assurance, appeared shocked.

"Good, good!"

Cheng Yaojin was filled with both joy and worry, visibly fatigued.

The accompanying pharmacist and midwife were even more stunned.

They had worked with countless noblewon in childbirth and never heard a doctor confidently revealing the gender of the unborn. This Village Lady of Le’an, surely skilled!

Lin Wanwan’s certainty ca from knowing historical facts.

Elderly mother Cui, since marrying Cheng Yaojin, has been under historians’ scrutiny for life’s major events. She bore Cheng Yaojin only one child, which was their son, Cheng Chubu.

Lin Wanwan spoke with certainty not for show—despite her professionalism in dicine, where Great Doctor’s Sincerity is recited daily.

Her words were to soothe hearts, for the pharmacist and midwives to relay into the delivery room.

"Duke Su, I’ve been busy with Buddhist rituals all morning and rushed here, yet my state hasn’t recovered. I need a quiet place to prepare for acupuncture."

Cheng Yaojin imdiately turned to the matrons and maids behind him to order: "Quickly, take Le’an to get ready! Young girl, are you sure you can guarantee their safety? If... if it’s truly dire, then... then save the mother!"

Lin Wanwan looked at Cheng Yaojin’s dark, ruddy face, thinking it rare since she’d ntioned it’s a boy.

But thinking again, it’s not surprising. Even marrying the eldest daughter of the Qinghe Cui family, being a second marriage, in the social environnt of Great Tang’s period of peace, was considered reaching high.

This woman inside was hard-won by Cheng Yaojin, compared to the unseen child, naturally the wife was more important.

Lin Wanwan nodded, saluted, and followed several maids to the side chamber.

Lin Wanwan truly needed to rest and adjust because during acupuncture, the practitioner needs to be physically strong, ntally clear, and emotionally calm.

The journey over had left her in less than ideal condition.

Of course, besides this, there were other reasons.

In the resting area arranged for her, Lin Wanwan drove the maids out, leaving them to wait outside.

Here, she had the highest status, so naturally her words were final.