Siheyuan (traditional courtyard house): Don't touch my parents!

The biting cold wind blew into my lungs, making my internal organs ache.

He walked slowly to each corpse, squatted down, and carefully felt around them.

They pulled out a few bullets, two compressed biscuits, and a crumpled general pass from the Japanese soldier.

In the driver's arms, the white steamed bun had been flattened and was stained with tiny, glaring specks of blood.

He Yuzhu slowly closed his eyes.

He casually swung his arm.

The rickshaw, the corpse, the guns—all vanished in an instant, stored in the system space.

This was a wonderful feature he had accidentally discovered while fleeing for his life: the system space could actually store inanimate objects and even completely isolate bloodstains.

Only a few pools of scarlet blood remained on the spot, slowly spreading across the white snow.

The deaf old lady leaned on her cane, squinted, and carefully examined Lin Jingyi standing in front of her.

He Yuzhu leaned against the door frame, panting heavily, his chest still rising and falling slightly. He hurriedly introduced, "This is Dr. Lin, who specializes in gynecology."

The old lady asked with a puzzled look, "Child, where did you find this doctor? Wasn't Peking Union Medical College Hospital shut down by the Japanese a long time ago?"

He Yuzhu interrupted urgently, "Grandma, don't ask these questions now, it's more important to get the doctor to treat my mother!"

The deaf old lady was taken aback by the question and wondered to herself, "This child usually speaks haltingly, why is he so clear and concise today?"

But she was an old woman who had seen it all and had experienced many things, so she quickly came to her senses.

He hurriedly waved his hands at Lin Jingyi, "Yes, yes, Dr. Lin, please take a look at Daqing's wife!"

"Wang Po just said that the situation is extremely critical, and they can only save one person; they really can't afford to waste even a moment longer!"

Lin Jingyi had already reached out and gently pressed her hand on He Chenshi's high, protruding belly.

He Chenshi was in a semi-conscious state at this moment, her lips were so dry and cracked that layers of white skin had formed.

Even as he became delirious, he kept unconsciously whispering, "Zhu'er... save the baby... you must save the baby..."

The sound was intermittent and faint, like a dying oil lamp.

It seemed like it would go out completely in the next second, and then there would be no sound at all.

Lin Jingyi first carefully washed her hands with warm water before turning to look at He Yuzhu and saying seriously:

"Young man, go wait outside. The delivery room is not a place for men."

He Yuzhu didn't say another word.

He immediately turned around and bowed deeply to Lin Jingyi.

The bow was extremely low, the forehead almost touching the cold knees:

"Dr. Lin, please, please save my mother... and the baby in her belly."

His voice trembled noticeably, barely suppressed, yet each word was enunciated with extraordinary force.

It's as if they want to engrave their most earnest plea, word by word, into the other person's heart.

Lin Jingyi's gaze lingered for a moment on his head, which was red from the cold, then she raised her hand and gently waved it:

"I will do my best."

The door creaked shut, separating the inside from the outside into two completely different worlds.

He Yuzhu stood frozen outside the door, snow water dripping incessantly from his hair.

The water splashed into small puddles on the blue brick floor, making a soft and crisp "plop" sound.

He paced anxiously back and forth at the door, his shoes leaving a trail of messy footprints in the snow and mud.

A fire seemed to be burning in his heart, making his throat tight and his chest feel heavy.

He pressed his ear tightly against the cold door, desperately trying to hear the slightest sound from inside the room.

Apart from the occasional suppressed groans from her mother, there was only a chilling silence.

The silence was like a dull knife, slowly cutting into his heart, again and again.

Although it's not immediately fatal, the pain is so intense it can drive a person almost insane.

Inside the room, Lin Jingyi had already bent down and gently lifted the corner of the quilt.

The women guarding the bedside gasped in shock at the sight.

The mattress beneath He Chenshi was already soaked through with blood.

The dark red bloodstains spread out in a large, glaring stain on the plain white fabric, a shocking sight.

Lin Jingyi's expression remained calm and serene as she gently placed her hands on He Chenshi's high, protruding belly.

With fingertips carrying a warm sensation, they gently press inch by inch, carefully exploring the true condition inside the abdomen.

Her brows gradually furrowed, becoming increasingly tight, and a layer of deep, unyielding gravity slowly settled in her eyes.

The breech presentation turned out to be much more complicated than she had anticipated.

The fetus was stuck horizontally in the birth canal, its position extremely off-center.

If this continues, and the umbilical cord becomes wrapped around the baby's neck, both the adult and the child may not survive.

Yi Li stood at the foot of the bed, her hands tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, not daring to even breathe out a breath.

The deaf old woman, leaning on her cane, had eyes as sharp as an eagle's, scanning everyone in the room—

Anyone who dares to speak out or gossip at this critical juncture will face severe consequences, as she will not hesitate to strike with her cane.

Lin Jingyi took a deep breath and looked up at Yi Li Shi:

"Ma'am, could you please prepare some hot water quickly? The temperature needs to be just right, not too hot and not too cold."

Go and fetch a few more clean towels; be quick about it.

Yi Li quickly responded with "Yes," and turned around to run towards the kitchen.

She scooped hot water from the large pot on the stove and added an appropriate amount of cold water.

He repeatedly tested the water temperature with the inside of his wrist to make sure it was suitable before hurriedly carrying the basin back into the house.

Jia Zhangshi squatted by the stove, but her eyes kept glancing sideways at Lin Jingyi's figure.

The female doctor appeared thin and was wearing a worn-out cotton robe.

But those hands were as steady as if they were rooted to the ground, and the composure and calmness in his eyes...

He doesn't look like an ordinary itinerant doctor at all.

She pursed her lips and muttered to herself in a low voice:

"Where did this quack doctor come from... what real skills could he possibly have?"

"It would be better to listen to Wang Po sooner and decide whether to save the mother or the child, so as to save ourselves from wasting time here..."

Before the words had completely faded, the cane slammed heavily onto her buttocks with a "smack".

A muffled thud suddenly exploded in the room.

Jia Zhangshi screamed in pain, and her whole body jumped up like a stone shot from a slingshot.

The deaf old woman, her face dark and stern, lowered her voice and sternly rebuked:

"Zhang Ruhua! If you dare to talk nonsense again, get out of here right now!"

This is a matter of life and death; who are you to gossip about it?

Madam Jia, clutching her aching buttocks, had a face as red as a ripe pig's liver.

In the end, he dared not utter another word of dissent.

He angrily shoved the firewood in his hand into the stove.

Because of excessive force, sparks flew outwards with a crackling sound.

Outside.