Old Mrs. Song is reborn; get out of here, you scumbag husband and illegitimate child!

"Doctor! Nurse! Hurry, my water broke, I'm in so much pain!"

The nurse quickly pushed the cart out.

"Lie flat on your back in the car with your hips raised."

Shen Huijun lay on the gurney, her hair soaked with sweat, clinging to her forehead in clumps.

She gripped the edge so tightly that her knuckles turned white, her teeth biting her lower lip, from which traces of blood seeped out.

"Don't bite your lip, or you'll burst out cursing Xiang Dong."

Song Xianglan jogged alongside the car.

Several nurses rushed into the delivery room with a cart, blocking Song Xianglan from entering. "Family members, wait outside and prepare the delivery bag."

The door slammed shut.

Song Xianglan looked as if her bones had been removed, leaning against the wall and panting heavily.

Chunxia tucked the cloth bag containing the money under her arm. "Auntie, I'm going to handle the hospital admission procedures and pay the fees. You stay here and keep an eye on things."

Song Xianglan took out a roll of 100-yuan bills from her pocket and handed it to Chunxia: "Come and get more if you need more."

"I also brought money with me."

Chunxia took the money and ran away.

Less than two minutes later, chaos erupted again at the other end of the corridor.

Several family members pushed a heavily pregnant woman over. The woman screamed so hard it was heart-wrenching and chilling.

"Make way. Everyone make way."

The nurses crowded around to examine her, and the one in the lead shouted:

"Why did it take you so long to deliver it?"

"We hired a midwife at home, but I couldn't give birth."

"The baby is breech, and we've been restless at home for too long. The amniotic fluid is almost gone, so we need to have a C-section immediately."

"Dissection? What's that?" The family member was a thin, old woman.

"It's seppuku."

The old woman looked terrified. "They're going to make an incision? Isn't that murder?"

"If we don't perform a C-section, neither the mother nor the child will survive." The nurse was so anxious that she stamped her feet and pushed the cart into the operating room.

Song Xianglan stood at the base of the wall, her hands clasped together, muttering incantations:

"Guanyin Bodhisattva, the Goddess of Childbirth, the ancestors of the Song family, and the local earth god and earth god, no matter which deity you are, you must all show your power today."

As long as Huijun's mother and child are safe, I, Song Xianglan, will do more good deeds to give back to all living beings.

An elderly woman sitting on a nearby bench overheard the nurse's words and muttered to herself:

"What a terrible thing! To give birth by cutting open the abdomen, how can anyone survive? I've never heard of such a birthing method in thousands of years. Isn't this treating people like pigs to be slaughtered?"

Someone nearby explained:

"Auntie, that's a life-saving surgery. They take the baby out and then stitch it up. As long as you take good care of yourself during postpartum recovery, both you and the baby will be fine."

The old woman curled her lip, her face full of disdain.

"Back then, we could give birth right there on the edge of a field. We weren't so delicate. Why would we have to have a cesarean section and have our bellies sewn up? Wouldn't our bellies end up like tattered sacks?"

"I can't explain it to you."

Song Xianglan was annoyed by what she heard, and her glare was like a knife.

The old woman shrank her neck and shut her mouth.

The atmosphere in the corridor became even more oppressive.

Two more family members huddled together and sighed.

"Did you hear? Two girls were born this morning, and the one just now was a girl too. Is today an unlucky day?"

"Pah, pah, pah." A man with a face full of scars spat. "Mom, don't jinx it. Other families have sons who are a burden on their families because they're unlucky. Our family will definitely have a boy."

More than two hours have passed.

A series of hurried footsteps came from the stairwell.

Song Xiangmei came running up, panting, carrying a net bag in her hand: "Third Sister. How is Huijun? Has she given birth?"

Song Xianglan shook her head, her face tense.

"We've been inside for a while, but there's still no movement."

Song Xiangmei put down the net bag. "I rushed here as soon as I got Chunxia's call, and stopped by Lin Fang's shop on the way. I asked them to make some soup for dinner, with lots of red dates, because I need to replenish my blood and energy after giving birth."

No sooner had the words left her lips than a piercing scream echoed from the delivery room.

"what……"

Song Xianglan shuddered, her heart aching terribly.

Shen Huijun usually speaks very softly, so how much pain must she be in to scream like that?

She rushed to the delivery room door, pressed her face against the crack, and shouted inside:

"Huijun, don't be afraid. Mom is outside. If you can't stand the pain, just curse him. Curse that bastard Xiangdong."

It's all that bastard's fault for not controlling his sips of water, making you suffer like this. Give him a good dressing down!

"Go ahead and curse those ancestors of the Yang family. They gave birth to such a scourge as Yang Dashan, and even on his deathbed, he disturbed your pregnancy."

The people in the corridor fell silent instantly.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at Song Xianglan.

A gray-haired woman standing nearby looked at him strangely and asked, "Sister-in-law, is that your daughter inside?"

Only a mother-in-law would scold her son-in-law like that; a mother-in-law wouldn't incite her daughter-in-law to scold her son. Everyone marries a wife to carry on the family line; enduring some hardship is to be expected.

Don't hurt your in-laws' feelings. Their precious son was insulted by your daughter?

Chunxia heard this and couldn't stop laughing.

"That's my aunt's own daughter-in-law. My aunt treats her like her own daughter, unlike some families who treat their daughters-in-law like livestock for giving birth."

If my brother Xiangdong heard this, he'd have to hand him a megaphone so his wife could yell even louder.

The little old woman interrupted again:

"Ignorant and lacking in manners. Since ancient times..."

"From ancient times, it has been an insect egg."

Chunxia's eyes widened. "Grandma, the Qing Dynasty is long gone. It's one thing for your feet to be bound, but how come your brain is bound up like a walnut kernel too? Hasn't the wind from the neighborhood woken you up from your slumber in the ravine?"

"How dare you speak like that?" The old woman trembled with anger.

Chunxia raised her head, shrank behind Song Xianglan, and showed half of her head: "I'm sorry, if I upset you, I definitely did it on purpose."

The old lady was so angry she rolled her eyes.

Song Xianglan also smiled and comforted her, "Sister-in-law, don't take it to heart with the young girl. We're old enough to be forgiving."

The old woman wanted to scold him but didn't dare, so she could only stand there and stare helplessly.

This wait lasted for more than an hour.

Every minute and every second felt like being fried in a pan of oil.

Finally, the delivery room door opened a crack.

"Shen Huijun's family members."

Song Xianglan jumped up like a spring: "I'm here."

The nurse took off her mask: "Bring the child's clothes and blanket."

Song Xianglan hurriedly handed over the large bag she had prepared beforehand, saying, "It's all here, all washed and sun-dried."

The nurse took the things and turned to go inside.

A short while later, the other door opened as well.

"Gong Yufen's family has already given birth."

The man with the fierce face rushed forward immediately.

"Doctor, is it a son?"

The nurse held a crying baby in her arms. "Boy or girl, it's the same. It's a girl, weighing six pounds and two ounces. She looks like she'll be very successful in the future. She's a filial and sensible little beauty."

The man's face instantly fell, turning as black as the bottom of a pot.

He didn't even glance at the child before turning around and kicking the wall.

"Serene, what a useless thing. I fed her so many eggs, and she couldn't even produce a single offspring. She only produces money-losing babies. That matchmaker took her commission for nothing."

The old woman next to me had a face as long as a donkey's, and was muttering curses under her breath:

"What a waste! All that brown sugar and eggs I poured into this. I'll just give her plain water later; it's such a waste. Tell her to go back to her parents' house and eat there instead of wasting our food."

Song Xianglan's anger suddenly surged to the top of her head.

She spoke to Chunxia sarcastically, "Useless thing. We give you a piece of fertile land, but you want beans and insist on planting corn. Are you blind or just plain stupid? Maybe his ancestors are still angry with him..."

Song Xiangmei was startled and tugged at Song Xianglan's sleeve: "Third Sister, this is a hospital..."

"What's wrong with hospitals? Don't people get their way in reasoning at hospitals?"

Song Xianglan put her hands on her hips and said, "I just can't stand blaming women for everything. You're the one who gave me the seed, and you decide whether it's a boy or a girl. You don't have the ability to have a son, so why blame women?"

Chunxia, ​​standing nearby, seemed to thrive on chaos.

With stars of admiration in her eyes, she loudly added insult to injury:

"Auntie is right. It must be that his ancestors were afraid that if they had a son, he would follow in his footsteps, so they simply gave you corn but not beans. That was the ancestors disciplining their unfilial descendants."

The man, his face flushed and neck red from the insults, yelled, "Who do you think you are, you shrew? You think I won't beat you up?"

The menacing aura that Song Xianglan had developed from slaughtering pigs and sheep forced the man to take two steps back.

"I've spent most of my life slaughtering pigs. A useless boar like you who just grunts is taken straight to be scalded and gutted."

The onlookers burst into laughter.

The man finally chickened out, muttering "A good man doesn't fight with a woman," and slunk away to the corner.

The delivery room door opened again.

The woman in labor was wheeled out.

Her face was deathly pale, her hair was wet and clung to her face, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

Upon seeing the man for the first time, her lips trembled, and her voice was hoarse and choked with sobs: "Yingdi's father... I'm sorry... I've let her down again..."

The man, with a dark expression, didn't accept the car and turned to walk towards the ward.

"Alright. Stop howling, it's embarrassing."

The family went to the ward in a cold and indifferent manner.

Song Xianglan felt a mix of emotions as she watched this scene.

Women have it tough in this world, and it's even tougher for women in Qingyang. She hopes to bring about a change in the thinking of more women.

Be brave and say no to injustice.