Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

After a while.

"Old Liu! Old Liu! Quick! Quick, save Old Yi! Save him!"

Yan Bugui shouted and banged on the door, startling Old Man Liu inside.

As soon as the door opened, Yan Bugui barged in.

Old Liu narrowed his cloudy eyes, which occasionally flashed with a glint of shrewdness, and looked at the person in Yan Bugui's arms, his brows furrowing into a knot.

"What happened? Why is there so much blood?"

Old Liu's voice was hoarse, but his movements were swift. He quickly moved the clutter off the long table and gestured for Yan Bugui to put the person on it.

"Stabbed? Or gunshot wound? Quick, lay him flat!"

Yan Bugui carefully placed Yi Zhonghai on the creaking, broken wooden table. The blood beneath Yi Zhonghai immediately soaked the tabletop.

Old Liu leaned closer, and by the dim light of the oil lamp, disregarding any taboos, he directly reached out to lift Yi Zhonghai's blood-soaked blue cloth jacket, which clung tightly to his body, and the undershirt underneath.

The clothes were stuck with blood, and it took Old Liu some effort to lift them, revealing Yi Zhonghai's fat, white belly, which was now covered in thick blood and strangely bulging.

Old Liu's calloused and medicine-stained hands quickly searched for wounds on Yi Zhonghai's abdomen, chest, and inner and outer thighs.

"what?"

Old Liu stopped moving, a look of extreme confusion and disbelief flashing in his cloudy eyes.

There were no knife marks, no bullet holes, and even the obvious bruises from the impact were just a shallow layer.

Where did this surging blood come from?

He examined Yi Zhonghai's abdomen more carefully, and when his fingers touched the bulging, taut skin, he could feel the swelling of fluid inside.

"Old Liu! Say something! What's wrong with Old Yi?! Please save him! I'll give you any amount of money!"

Yan Bugui watched as Old Liu's expression changed constantly, yet he remained silent, and he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

Old Liu ignored him, took a deep breath, wiped his blood-stained hands on the rag, then grabbed Yi Zhonghai's wrist, placed three fingers on it, and began to take his pulse with great concentration.

The dim light of the oil lamp flickered, illuminating Yi Zhonghai's pale, ashen face, Yan Bugui's anxious and fearful face, and also reflecting Old Liu's increasingly strange and shocked face.

Two seconds later.

Old Liu loosened his grip on Yan Bugui's wrist, raised his head, and stared intently at him with a look of utter disbelief—a mixture of horror, absurdity, and intense curiosity. His lips trembled slightly as he slowly said:

"Teacher Yan...you need to be mentally prepared..."

"Mental preparation?"

Yan Bugui's heart sank suddenly, as if he had fallen into an ice cave. His legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.

"Is...is Old Yi dying? Is he going to die? It's all my fault! It's all my fault! If I hadn't accidentally hit him in the stomach, he wouldn't have fallen...Old Yi! I'm so sorry!"

He beat his chest and stamped his feet, tears streaming down his face again, half from fear (fear of Yi Zhonghai's death, fear of becoming a murderer), and half from the despair of feeling a sense of shared sorrow.

"Alright! Stop howling!"

Old Liu interrupted him impatiently, his voice somewhat shrill, clearly indicating that he himself was also quite shocked.

"I'm not saying he's going to die, I'm saying Yi Zhonghai... his pulse... the amount of blood he's bleeding, it seems like he's pregnant!!!"

The heavy bleeding now is... a sign of miscarriage, and the baby... is probably lost!!!

"What?!"

!!!∑(°Д°ノ)ノ

Yan Bugui's crying and repentance stopped abruptly, as if someone had suddenly grabbed his neck. His eyes widened like copper bells, and his mouth remained open for a long time.

Pregnant?!

Yi Zhonghai?

A man in his fifties?

Is she...pregnant?

This is fucking a fantasy, isn't it?

But in a flash, Yan Bugui suddenly remembered that since yesterday, Yi Zhonghai had been frequently covering his mouth and gagging, clutching his stomach...

At the time, he only thought that Yi Zhonghai was upset because of a series of events, or that he had an upset stomach...

Now that Old Liu has said this, these symptoms are exactly the same as when his wife was pregnant with Jie Cheng and the Liberation Army back then.

The thought of his wife being burned alive in the fire overwhelmed Yan Bugui with grief, and the tears he had just stopped welled up again.

"Stop crying!"

Seeing his expression, with his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly, Old Liu asked irritably, "Could it be that the one in Yi Zhonghai's belly... is your child?"

Yan Bugui: "...Huh?"

Yan Bugui was so shocked by this question that he almost choked and passed out. He felt a lump in his throat, his face turned red, and he was so frightened that he held back his tears.

All that remained was a look of absurdity and bewilderment. "Old Liu, what nonsense are you talking about? This... how is this possible?"

"My relationship with Lao Yi is completely innocent. We're both men. How can a man get pregnant?"

Old Liu's cloudy yet sharp eyes swept across Yan Bugui's face several times, as if trying to find traces of a lie.

He then withdrew his gaze and looked again at Yi Zhonghai's swollen, bloodied abdomen, his expression extremely strange, muttering:

"That's a question for you yourselves. Who knows what you did? I've been a doctor for decades... no, I've never seen anything so bizarre."

Male pregnancy...unheard of, unseen! Completely violates the principles of yin and yang, and defies common scientific reasoning!

Yan Bugui: "..."

His mind was in complete chaos, a jumble of emotions including fear, absurdity, sadness, and doubt.

But as he watched Yi Zhonghai's increasingly weak breathing, his instinct to survive (or rather, to avoid being accused of murder) prevailed.

"Old Liu! Forget about whether she's pregnant or not! Forget how she got pregnant! Save her first! Saving her is the most important thing! If the bleeding isn't stopped, Old Yi will really die!"

Old Liu immediately realized that now was not the time to explore medical miracles or just watch the show.

He composed himself, his face regaining its solemn expression, a look of someone accustomed to life and death, and asked Yan Bugui:

"So... do you want to save the mother or the baby?"

"Save...save the mother?!"

Yan Bugui nearly spat out a mouthful of blood, his facial muscles twitching wildly, and he cursed Old Man Liu's ancestors for eighteen generations in his mind.

What the hell are these questions?

Yi Zhonghai is a grown man; would he prioritize saving the mother or the child?

Protect my ass!

If it really is a child in that belly, who knows what it is!

"Save the baby!"

Yan Bugui squeezed out those two words through gritted teeth, feeling like a complete fool for saying them.

"Oh……"

Old Liu drew out his words meaningfully, glanced at Yan Bugui, and nodded, "The relationship is really good...it's true love."

Yan Bugui's vision went black, and he almost fainted from anger.

All he wants now is to sew Old Liu's mouth shut.

Old Liu stopped talking nonsense, turned around and went into the house to take out a small cloth bag carefully wrapped in oilcloth.

Inside, there was a well-preserved set of surgical instruments, including several different types of knives, scissors, forceps, hooks, as well as catgut sutures and needles.

In his youth, he was a renowned gynecologist who had studied abroad, especially skilled in treating difficult childbirth and women's ailments. He served as a military doctor to serve his country, but later... the world changed.

When treating women, especially those with gynecological conditions that involve privacy, even touching their wrists can be considered indecent, let alone requiring them to undress for examination.

He was reported and almost paraded through the streets. If it weren't for Yi Zhonghai saving him, he might have died on the street someday.

Disheartened, she retreated to this remote corner, relying on her knowledge of herbs and the favors she had accumulated in her early years to survive, never again touching the word "gynecology".

Unexpectedly, I've been forced to return to my old ways today, and the person involved is none other than the old man who saved my life!

"Go, boil a pot of water, as much as you can, and find some clean cloths, old ones are fine too, but they must be scalded with boiling water."

While wiping the tools with alcohol (from who-knows-where), Old Liu gave instructions without looking up.

Tonight, I will be remembered in history. Yi Zhonghai, you are truly my benefactor!

A man getting pregnant? A truly bizarre occurrence!

……