As soon as Feng Qingxue checked the pulse, she knew things were bad and frowned, "It's too late!"
The pregnant woman was carrying twins and looked about forty, considered an older mother, with inherent risks in childbirth. Now, continuous bleeding made it impossible to move her; any movement risked uncontrollable bleeding.
She quickly organized the women present into a human wall, keeping male and unmarried female comrades outside. Inside the circle, it was just herself, the pregnant woman, and a middle-aged woman in her fifties who clearly had birthing experience. She also asked people outside to fetch some hot water and opened her army-green canvas bag used as a cover to pull out several medical instruments.
With her handling it this way, the people present immediately reacted.
"I know her, she's from the Zhu family, eight months pregnant. I'll go to their home and notify her mother-in-law!"
