A divine healer, a general, a young marquis! Who can rival them!

The village wasn't far away, and Yang Hu followed the man for about half an hour before arriving.

Before even entering the courtyard, cries could be heard coming from inside.

The courtyard was crowded with people. A midwife, her face covered in sweat, came out of the room and waved her hands repeatedly:

"No! No! The baby's breech, it's lying sideways, it won't come down... If I hold on any longer, both mother and child will die... This old woman has done her best..."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone started shouting.

The new mother's mother-in-law sat down on the ground, pounding her thighs and crying out.

The man's legs went weak, and he knelt down in front of Yang Hu with a thud.

"Dr. Yang! Please! Please save my wife and my child!"

Yang Hu did not rush to agree.

He tossed the medicine basket up, pushed aside the people at the door, and stepped inside.

On the bed, the new mother was pale, her lips were bloodless, and large beads of sweat covered her face. She was exhausted and barely breathing.

There was a large bloodstain seeping out from under the mattress.

The new mother's mother-in-law was lying on the doorstep, crying her heart out.

"What a tragedy! Our Zhang family is counting on this child to carry on the family line!"

"Even the midwife's words are useless now; even if a miracle worker came, it would be futile..."

Everyone in the room looked like they were about to die.

In this border region, childbirth is a life-or-death situation for women.

Difficult childbirth often results in the death of both mother and child.

Yang Hu's heart sank.

The baby is breech, and the pregnancy has dragged on until now, plus the bleeding—in his original world, even if he were sent to the delivery room and things were chaotic, there might not be much hope of success, let alone in a place like this where there is a lack of medical care and medicine, and not even a reliable midwife.

This is difficult.

But the glaring blood and the woman's weak breathing left him no time to think.

"You all go out." He rolled up his sleeves. "Leave one quick-witted old woman behind to help boil some water and prepare clean cloths."

"This..." The midwife was stunned. "Dr. Yang, you're a grown man, and you look like an unmarried donkey. How could you go into the delivery room? This...this is disgraceful! Since ancient times, men have been superior to women. Who has ever seen a man help a woman give birth?"

"Do you think ruining your reputation will save your life?" Yang Hu glanced at her. "If we delay any longer, are you going to take the blame for the deaths of both you and your unborn child?"

The midwife choked.

The woman's husband hardened his heart and shouted at the crowd.

"I'll listen to Dr. Yang, I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong!"

All bystanders were kicked out.

Yang Hu calmed down and reached out to gently touch and explore the pregnant woman's bulging belly through the cloth.

Lateral position!

The child is stuck there, stuck here, and no matter how hard I try, I can't give birth.

We need to turn it around first.

He closed his eyes and quickly went through the method of external lateral fetal rotation in his mind.

In his original world, that would have been a complex surgery involving sophisticated techniques, advanced equipment, and monitoring of the fetus's heartbeat.

But here?

Nothing exists!

There was only one large, smooth hand!

He took a deep breath.

Nowadays, if a transverse lie is a difficult birth, the doctor can simply turn the baby on the delivery bed, push the baby, and if all else fails, perform an cesarean section to ensure the safety of both mother and child.

But here? If you want to have surgery, you have to go to the underworld, and there isn't even a clean knife available.

The only way to survive was to turn the baby around with her own hands, through her belly.

Success, mother and child are doomed.

If it doesn't work, he'll be finished.

"Sister-in-law, listen to me." His voice was steady and deep. "If it hurts, grit your teeth and tell me when you need to use it. We'll get through this together."

The new mother had little energy in her eyes, but she nodded reluctantly when she heard him say that.

For the next half hour, Yang Hu spent almost the entire time holding his breath.

He used both hands, through the abdominal wall, to patiently rotate the child's position inch by inch.

Use force carefully; too little force won't work, too much force could kill.

The old woman helping out was terrified and didn't dare to breathe.

"Dr. Yang, will this really work?" Her voice trembled. "This old woman has been doing this for decades, and I've never seen anything like this before..."

"Shut up. Watch carefully." Yang Hu didn't even look up at her.

His fingertips could clearly feel that tiny body moving and turning little by little under his touch.

almost.

Just a tiny bit more, turn it just a little bit more, just a tiny bit more.

Sweat dripped down Yang Hu's forehead and landed on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).

I don't know how much time has passed.

Outside the house, it had gotten dark sometime earlier.

Inside the house, this silent war was more unbearable than any battle with swords drawn.

Under his hands, the child's position was finally gradually corrected.

"It's done." Yang Hu let out a long breath, then shouted loudly, "Sister-in-law, push! Listen to me, push!"

Upon hearing his words, the woman seemed to muster her last bit of strength, gripping the mattress beneath her tightly as if her life depended on it.

"Yes! That's it! One more time!" Yang Hu was both anxious and steady. "The head is out! It's half done!"

The woman in labor screamed like a pig being slaughtered, her veins bulging on her forehead.

The old woman was busy wiping away tears and chanting Amitabha Buddha's name, dealing with the situation in a flurry of activity.

One sound! Two sounds!

"Wow!"

A baby's loud cry shattered the deathly silence of the room.

A little doll with a fluffy head and a red bottom landed on the ground.

Yang Hu quickly performed the procedure, then checked the woman's pulse and found that the surging blood had been suppressed by the medicine, at which point he finally relaxed completely.

He then realized that his back was already soaked with cold sweat, and he couldn't lift either of his arms.

Turning the baby around through the belly seems simple, but it's actually more tiring than carrying stones all day.

"Mother and child are safe."

He lifted the curtain at the gate and uttered only these four words.

Four words, spoken with ease.

But to the people in that courtyard who were living in constant fear and trepidation, it carried an immense weight.

The people waiting at the gate were stunned for a moment, then burst into cries and laughter.

The man rushed over like a madman. He looked at the weak but still alive old woman on the bed and the baby in her arms. This grown man cried more fiercely than any woman.

"Dr. Yang! You are a living Buddha to our family! This kindness...this kindness...I will never forget it for the rest of my life!"

The tough woman who had just been defiant was now blushing with embarrassment. She moved closer to Yang Hu and gave him a long bow.

"That old woman must be blind! Dr. Yang's skills... his ability to bring the dead back to life! I've delivered babies my whole life, and I've never heard of anything like it. I'm truly impressed!"

The crowd in the courtyard erupted in noise; no one spoke, everyone was watching Yang Hu.

"See that? The little baby who was stuck sideways was easily fixed by Dr. Yang!"

"A living Buddha! Truly a living Buddha descended to earth!"

"If only my wife had met Doctor Yang back then!" An elderly man said, his eyes suddenly reddening, and he couldn't say anything more.

One was dead, the other alive; it was incredibly dangerous. Yang Hu, the top leader, pulled him out of that predicament. This kind of thing is more frightening than treating an illness; it really calms the nerves.

Within a few days, rumors about Yang Hu began to circulate in several villages in the area.

"Dr. Yang, he's like a goddess granting children! He can save two lives with a single stroke!"

"That man's family wasn't well-off to begin with. This little bit of money probably went into what he'd saved for his baby's one-month celebration."

Yang Hu didn't take much; he only took out a small amount and gave the rest to the other person. Saving people was one thing, but killing was something he would never do, absolutely never!

Holding the small amount of money, Yang Hu walked home, pondering how to spend it.

As soon as they entered the village, they found a strange man from the mountains outside their own gate, carrying a hunting bow and covered in animal skins.

His face showed extreme anxiety, and as soon as he saw Yang Hu, he jumped up.

"You...you're Doctor Yang?" The man's voice was urgent and trembling. "Please save my sister! She's been bewitched in the mountains, she's...she's dying!"