Doctor Lin anxiously said, "Lady Yaoguang, please come with me to look at Madam Yu in the neighboring village. She's pregnant, and she hit the corner of a table. We don't know what's happened to the baby inside her."
Zhang Zhaodi was astonished: "Doctor Lin, are you trying to make things difficult for me? I'm a midwife, not a medical practitioner. If someone's about to give birth, you can come to me. But if it's not for childbirth, I can't help."
"Just take a look, there might be something you can do." Doctor Lin repeatedly pleaded, "Please help."
"Jing'er, come out quickly and go on a trip with your godmother." Zhang Zhaodi called inside.
Jiang Jing had already heard the conversation outside, and upon hearing Zhang Zhaodi's call, she ran out.
She said to Doctor Lin, "Doctor Lin, you're the only doctor for miles around. If it's just regular pregnancy complications, you can treat them. Why are you reaching out to my godmother, the midwife?"
