In the anxious and almost incoherent narration of the second-level soldier, Yan Mo finally figured out what was going on.
To put it simply, Luye is the soldier's woman, who is about to give birth, but the labor is difficult, and the child's two feet come out first.
If in the past, the old priest's practice is to keep the son but not the mother, it's not that he doesn't want to keep the woman, but it's too difficult to keep the mother in this situation.
"Where is the person? Take me there immediately!" Yan Mo immediately changed his expression after hearing the words that the child's two feet came out first. There is no delay in such a matter.
Seeing that the soldiers were still hesitating—the old priest was also waiting, Yan Mo sternly said: "Hurry up! Otherwise, it will be too late!"
The second-level fighter turned around and ran away with tears in his eyes. Some people don't value their own women, and they die when they die, but he and Lu Ye grew up together, how could he watch her die in pain!
"Make way for Master Mo!" Hao didn't wait for Yan Mo to get angry, and shouted away the guards.
As soon as Yan Mo moved, Dahe immediately chased after him.
Hide, who was wounded on his upper body and wrapped in animal skins, fulfilled his oath, he beat his chest to the trench, and wanted to keep up with Yan Mo.
Hao closed his eyes, although Yan Mo brought him back to life, but he was not completely healed, just like a person who looks good on the surface but is half empty inside. And all kinds of things that happened in the tribe made him tired physically and mentally.
Without the Hin, without the Xirang and some Feisha tribes, what will the tribe be like in the future
"Wait!" Yuan Zhan called out to stop Hin.
He stopped and turned around.
"Master Chief, I have something important to tell you. Ji, you stay too." Yuan Zhan stepped aside, making it clear that he didn't want the old priest to hear what he wanted to say.
The old priest didn't care about them now, he was busy instructing Qiu Ning to crush the herbs for him, trying to relieve the severe itching on his body.
In ancient times, women gave birth like female animals. Most of them lay on the ground because they were afraid that the blood would stain the animal skin. The only way to give birth was to grit their teeth and squeeze their abdomen hard, forcing the fetus to emerge from the mother's womb as soon as possible. Sliding out, the child's umbilical cord was also bitten off with his teeth.
It is impossible to know when the profession of midwife started. In the original tribe, there are women who give birth more often to help women who give birth for the first time, help them cheer up, check how many babies are born, scrub the baby's body with clean water, and stuff the lower body of the parturient with herbs. Hemostasis, etc., but once women have dystocia, most of them don't know what to do.
When Yan Mo rushed to the open space, the woman was already dying, and there was a woman between her legs who was trying to drag the fetus out of her body.
"Stop! Stop!" Before Yan Moren came to him, he yelled.
The woman was taken aback, turned her head and saw the iconic white hair, and immediately screamed: "It's Lord Mo! Lord Mo is here! The green leaf is saved!"
Yan Mo couldn't care about anything else, so he went up and ordered the woman to give up her position quickly. Seeing that her mother was so angry that her lower body was bleeding profusely, she immediately took out the golden needle, and in a blink of an eye, she injected more than twenty needles on the naked pregnant woman.
"Go and boil the water! Hurry up!" Yan Mo disliked the men and women who were onlookers getting in the way, and asked Dahe to drive them away.
The child's body has turned a little purple, but the pulse can still be felt at the ankle.
And the fetus was blessed with life as soon as it was touched by Yan Mo. In order to hurry up, Yan Mo touched the fetus' ankle with one hand and put the other on the woman's wrist.
At the same time, giving vitality, this is an attempt he has never made.
What's worse is that although the mother, mother and child are back to life, it's only temporarily. If the child can't be born, they will die twice as well.
Yan Mo, who was rapidly aging, couldn't even take a break. He didn't dare to leave the mother and child, and bit the tip of his tongue cruelly, using the pain to lift his spirits. Seeing that the parturient 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 tense your muscles, try to relax. Come, breathe in, breathe out…”
When Yan Mo said the word exhale, he had already pushed the protruding foot of the fetus back into the mother's body, and used his experience to correct the baby's fetal position little by little. As for the problem of dirty hands, no one would particularly care about it at this time.
The mother really didn't feel much pain, and she didn't even bleed much.
Yan Mo had to work hard to control his own abilities so that the lower body of the parturient would not heal first.
Under Yan Mo's order, the second-level soldier knelt behind the mother, hugged her upper body, and repeatedly called her name in her ear.
The maternal spirit was very good. When she heard the white-headed priest yelling "strength" to her, she held her breath and squeezed her abdomen.
After a few times, the baby slides out very smoothly because the birth canal is wide open.
The little life slipped into his palm, and Yan Mo was in a trance for a moment.
His toot had never been in his mother's womb, maybe that's why he was so sick.
Do not! Yan Mo woke up, even if Dudu was born from the mother's body, he would not be much stronger. He is his greatest achievement, but also his greatest sin!
Yan Mo picked up the baby, let her lie on his palm, gently squeezed out the blockage in her mouth, and patted her little butt.
"Wow!" The baby girl, who was only the size of two adults' palms, let out a not-so-loud but powerful cry.
"It's alive! It's alive!" The men and women who were watching around shouted.
The birth of a new life is always the most touching, especially with such a difficult birth.
Many of them thought that the white-headed priest would be like the old priest, ordering people to tear apart the pregnant woman, take out the child, and then use his blessing of life to revive the mother and child.
But the white-headed priest didn't do it, he showed them a possibility. Many women have seen what the white-headed priest did. If there is the same or similar dystocia next time, they will at least know what to do, instead of just watching and waiting for the old priest to take out the child as before.
After the second-level soldier heard the cry of the child, he couldn't help shouting.
The woman named Luye smiled with sweat and tears all over her face.
Yan Mo entrusted the crying baby girl to the child's mother.
Luye took her, hugged her across her chest naturally, looked down at the child's little face greedily.
Babies born under nutritional deficiencies are ugly, wrinkled, bloody, with yellowish-black skin, only a few lanugo hairs on their heads, eyes closed tightly, and small fists clenched.
Yan Mo was a little jealous of this little girl, his family Dudu was born beautiful, but not as healthy as this child, and even the cries were not as loud as this little toddler weighing less than four catties.
Yan Mo watched the wound on the woman's lower body was healing, took out the golden needle for the woman, got up, staggered and almost fell.
Dahe subconsciously wanted to reach out to help him, but Yan Mo reluctantly dodged it.
Dahe didn't dare to touch him again, and only looked at him anxiously and worriedly.
"I'll rest for a while, and I'll go to pray for Lord Qiushi later. In addition, mix the boiled water with clean cold water. I want to wash, and the child also needs to be washed."
"Yes!" Dahe turned around and told an older child next to him.
Yan Mo was so tired that he lay directly on the ground.
The second-level soldier asked two women to take care of his own woman, and came over to help Yan Mo, but was pulled away by Dahe.
"Lan Die, don't touch Master Mo!"
Although Dahe's voice was harsh, the second-level fighter Lan Die didn't get angry because of it. Instead, he stepped back several steps as if he had done something wrong.
"Lord Mo..." The woman actually walked over with the child in her arms, and knelt down beside Yan Mo.
Yan Mo turned to look at her weakly, frowning: "Are you able to move?"
"I'm fine." Lu Ye hugged the child, carefully brought the whining child 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 have expected that Luye would say that he wanted to leave him just after giving birth.
Yan Mo was also a little surprised. Could it be that the blue butterfly is not good to the green leaf? But it doesn't look like it. In this era, there are not many primitive warriors who can be so nervous about their women.
Dahe originally wanted to pull Luye away, he didn't want others to disturb Yan Mo's rest, but when he heard Luye's voluntary request that he wanted to go with Yan Mo, Dahe withdrew his hand.
"My lord, I am a slave, and my children will be eaten first. I heard sister Kuomachi say that the Jiuyuan tribe does not eat people, and there are no slaves. Is it true?" Luye explained the reason.
Yan Mo blinked his eyes, expressing his affirmation.
"My lord, are you willing to have us?" Luye was terrified. As a slave, she knew very well that many slave trades only required adults. Even if they wanted children, they would not want such a small baby. Kill a woman's child.
Yan Mo looked at the little one who was humming and chirping, and then said slowly, sustaining his energy: "From now on, she will be called Youqing."
Luye didn't understand what it meant at first, but Landie understood, but he seemed to be worried about something, so he didn't remind his woman.
At this time, Dahe said beside him: "My lord has given your child a name."
Luye burst out laughing: "You...youqing..., Youqing!" She didn't know how to write the word Youqing, but thought it sounded very nice, and it was the name Master Mo personally gave her child. !
Luye repeated the child's name several times, hugged the child back into her arms, happily grabbed Lan Die's hand beside her, and asked Yan Mo excitedly: "My lord, can Lan Die go with us? "
Yan Mo thought, whatever you want, just follow if you like, Jiuyuan is short of labor.
When Lan Die heard that Lu Ye didn't want to leave him, she grinned foolishly, and said in a daze, "My lord, I'm from the Heiyuan tribe, will Master Zha want me?"
Just as Yan Mo nodded, the men and women who were watching the excitement suddenly approached a large group of people. You look at me, I look at you, and when the first person asks: "Master, I can also go with you!" go?"
The same questions came to Yan Mo one after another.
Yan Mo: "..." In two lifetimes, this is the first time he has been so popular. But can you give him some rest time? All of them stretched their heads and stared at him, aren't they really looking strange
Don't pretend that he didn't hear a few youngsters secretly guessing among themselves whether he was an old man or a young man.
"Jie!" Momo where are you, I'm back!
Jiufeng hovered over the valley, and after looking at it for a while, he didn't find its little two-legged monster—because Yan Mo was covered by a circle of heads above his head.