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

He Yuzhu stood guard in the freezing cold, his heart pounding in his chest.

He paced back and forth in front of the door, his soaked cloth shoes crunching on the snow.

A bone-chilling cold crept up from the soles of my feet, yet my body was covered in layers of cold sweat.

I can't help at all.

This feeling of helplessness is even more agonizing and unbearable than being stabbed.

He could only pray desperately in his heart: Dr. Lin, please make it...

You must protect my mother and the rain.

Oh, right, rainwater.

He remembered the name clearly.

In the drama I watched before time travel, He Daqing's daughter, He Yushui,

Her life was miraculously saved from this dangerous and difficult childbirth.

And now, he is He Yuzhu.

Inside the house were his biological mother and his biological sister.

"Doctor, what's wrong?" The deaf old woman's voice faintly came through the crack in the door.

He Yuzhu quickly pressed his ear even closer.

Lin Jingyi's voice was as calm as flowing water, yet it carried an undeniable firmness:

"We've determined the baby's position, and it can be adjusted. Now we need everyone's help."

A series of soft rustling sounds came from inside the room, as if everyone had quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Granny Wang's voice followed, tinged with genuine respect:

"Dr. Lin, just give us your instructions, we'll do whatever you say."

"Sister Wang, when I adjust the baby's position later, you have to help me keep the mother calm and prevent her from struggling."

"Okay, no problem!"

What followed was a long, seemingly frozen, deathly silence.

He Yuzhu held his breath, and even his heartbeat seemed to slow down a bit.

Sudden--

"ah--!"

He Chenshi let out a piercing scream, as if a sharp blade had shattered the silence of the room.

He Yuzhu shuddered violently and nearly lost control as he rushed into the room.

"Mother! Mother, hold on! The doctor is saving you and your sister!" he cried out desperately through the crack in the door, his voice hoarse from shouting.

There was no response from inside the house.

The only sounds were the mother's suppressed, heavy breathing and the soft rustling of clothes.

And Lin Jingyi's occasional short commands: "A little to the left...slow...steady..."

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

I don't know exactly how much time has passed.

Lin Jingyi finally let out a long sigh of relief:

"The baby is in the correct position now. From here on out, it's up to the mother's own fate."

He Yuzhu's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down on the spot.

A few suppressed sighs of relief rang out from inside the room. Madam Yi quickly handed over a clean towel.

The deaf old lady repeatedly expressed her deepest gratitude.

"It's too early to thank me now," Lin Jingyi said calmly.

"The delivery has only just begun. The new mother is exhausted and needs to replenish her strength quickly."

Do you have any ready-made, edible food at home?

Jia Zhangshi stood up abruptly.

Her eyes darted around, and she quickly walked to the chest of drawers, gently pulling open the drawer.

Inside, there were about ten eggs neatly arranged, along with a packet of brown sugar.

There was half a piece of cured pork and a few sausages underneath.

With a slight movement of her sleeve, two eggs silently slipped into the sleeve.

He looked around, but the alley was quiet and there wasn't a soul in sight.

He immediately took off running towards Dongtangzi Hutong.

No. 37 Dongtangzi Hutong.

A worn-out wooden sign swayed back and forth in the biting cold wind.

The paint on the four characters "Jisheng Clinic" has long since peeled off, leaving only blurry traces.

He Yuzhu rushed to the door and frantically pounded on the door panel:

"Dr. Lin! Help!"

A soft rustling sound came from inside the house.

The door creaked open a crack, revealing half a thin face.

She was a woman around thirty years old, with short hair that reached her ears, and a slightly pale complexion.

A pair of eyes, however, were unusually bright, and they were warily observing the boy outside the door.

Upon seeing that he was a child covered in snowflakes, her brow relaxed slightly, and she reached out to pull him inside.

"Whose child are you? What are you doing here? Do you know what kind of clinic this is?"

As soon as she said it, she shook her head self-deprecatingly. What could a child understand?

Most of them saw the clinic's sign and wandered in, confused and bewildered.

"Tell me slowly, what kind of patient is it? Where does it hurt?"

"My mother is having a difficult childbirth." He Yuzhu knelt down with a thud.

His forehead slammed heavily against the cold blue brick floor.

"Please, please save my mother!"

Lin Jingyi's expression changed instantly.

Where is he/she?

"At No. 95 Nanluoguxiang."

"It's alright, the distance isn't too far." She immediately turned around and quickly walked into the house.

She began packing up the medical equipment she carried with her.

How long has the labor pains lasted?

She shook her head slightly as soon as she asked the question.

Saying these things to a child is probably not very useful.

"It's been about half an hour," He Yuzhu's reply came clearly from the doorway.

Lin Jingyi's hands, which were tidying up, suddenly stopped.

She turned around in surprise and took a closer look at He Yuzhu.

This child's answer... was far too accurate.

"There's still time." She picked up the small leather suitcase at her feet.

"Let's go, I'll go with you to take a look."

She hadn't even finished speaking.

The child, like a nimble cat, darted out the door in a flash.

Lin Jingyi quickly followed after her.

She had just stepped onto the threshold when she froze on the spot.

A rickshaw was parked quietly at the entrance.

The snow on the car seats had been swept clean.

Even the tarpaulin on the roof of the car was carefully opened to shield her from the wind and snow.

The boy, who was about half a year old, was standing in front of the cart, holding onto the shaft.

His chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath.

The stray hairs on his forehead were completely soaked with sweat, clinging damply to his skin.

"Doctor, please get in the car."

"You..." Lin Jingyi wanted to ask where the car came from.

The words were on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed them back.

She changed her question and asked, "Can you... move this cart?"

"Yes." He Yuzhu looked up at her.

His eyes shone like tempered iron, showing not a trace of hesitation.

"My mother is still waiting to be saved."

Lin Jingyi didn't ask any more questions.

She bent down, picked up the medicine box at her feet, and steadily climbed onto the bicycle seat.

"Please sit tight."

The wheels made a soft, rustling sound as they rolled over the snow on the ground.

The car suddenly lurched forward.

The long street, covered in snowflakes, stretched endlessly before my eyes.

The rickshaw sped off like an arrow released from a bow.

Lin Jingyi was startled at first.

This child looks young, but his strength is ridiculously great.

Immediately afterwards, she felt a chilling shock.