mtl008 Chapter 706 Burn it all
Chapter 706 Burn it all
Lu Yangyang's eyes turned cold in an instant.
Huang Sumu looked around in alarm at the girls, searching anxiously. Finally, his gaze fell on a small bulge covered with an old blanket in the corner. His heart sank, and he quickly walked over, calling out in alarm and heartache, "Rongniang!"
When he got there, his legs went weak and he almost knelt on the ground. His hands trembled as he pulled back the old blanket, revealing his wife Chen Rong'er's face, which was completely devoid of color.
Tears streamed down his face as his trembling fingers touched Chen Rong'er's nose. His faint breathing made him feel as if he had grabbed onto a piece of driftwood while drowning, and he collapsed to the ground.
He threw back the blanket, his gaze falling on his wife's swollen belly. Tears streamed down his face. He gritted his teeth and reached for his wife's wrist, but his fingers trembled so much he could barely feel her pulse.
Lu Yangyang quickly walked over, pulled him away, pinched Chen Rong'er's pulse with her fingers, and looked at Huang Sumu with unbearable pain, "The fetus is stillborn and the high fever continues. If the child is not taken out as soon as possible, she will surely die."
Huang Sumu knelt on the ground, his fists clenched tightly, veins bulging on his forehead, his lips bitten until they bled, and his eyes, washed with tears, were filled with hatred.
He suddenly came to his senses and slammed his forehead heavily on the ground. "Please save her. I will repay you with my life."
When he was twelve or thirteen, his father used his connections to send him to the city's medical clinic as an apprentice. He was diligent and talented. The old doctor Chen, who ran the clinic, appreciated his talent and betrothed his granddaughter to him, and taught him all his medical skills. Grateful for the old doctor's kindness, he married Chen Rong'er when he was eighteen. The two were young and deeply in love.
He was just visiting his hometown like any other day when this unexpected disaster struck.
If anything were to happen to his wife, even if he risked his life, she wouldn't survive.
He would do anything as long as she could survive.
Lu Yangyang stared intently at Huang Sumu, "I need your help, but you have to be able to hold on."
Lu Yangyang was skilled enough to perform a cesarean section with her eyes closed, but Chen Rong'er's situation was different. She was six months pregnant and not yet due to give birth. The bumpy ride on the horse had pushed her body to its limit. The baby wouldn't come out, and she was unconscious and wouldn't last long. So, not only did they have to remove the baby, but they also had to be prepared for emergency treatment at any time. If anything went wrong, Chen Rong'er would not survive.
Therefore, she had to ask Dr. Huang Sumu for help. However, Huang Sumu was Chen Rong'er's husband. Seeing his wife and child in this state, regardless of what kind of trauma it would leave on him, simply helping her calmly complete the surgery was an impossible task for Huang Sumu.
It's clear that the couple had a harmonious relationship, and in just over three months, they would have been a happy and complete family of three, but this tragedy struck.
Even without putting herself in his shoes, Lu Yangyang could understand the depth of his grief and indignation.
The lives of Huang Sumu and his men were insignificant to the bandits, less precious than a horse. But for Huang Sumu, his wife, children, and father were his family, whom he considered as important as his own life.
Huang Sumu looked up, tears mixed with the lingering red veins, resembling tears of blood. Without any hesitation, he said, "I can."
That was the person he valued more than his own life, someone who could withstand all fear and hatred.
Lu Yangyang put down the lamp and turned to look at the girls who were looking at them with different expressions. "One lamp is not enough. Are there any other lamps here?"
The girls remained silent. Just as Lu Yangyang thought they wouldn't pay attention to her and was about to think of another way, one of the girls suddenly got up, ran to the corner, lifted the wooden board, and took out a wad of cloth. She walked over and opened the wad of cloth, revealing a bunch of messy things inside.
There were about a dozen candles, each burned down to a small piece, of varying lengths, along with some small pieces of iron, needles and thread, and even a rusty, blunt kitchen knife.
“I kept these secretly, thinking that if one day I really couldn’t survive, I would burn them all together.”