Chapter 19: The Caesarean Extraction

Mount Sang.

Since he set out relatively early and according to the letter, the people arranged by Luo Jing Song were expected to arrive in about a month and a half, Luo Qianfan leisurely wandered through the mountains and rivers along the way, feeling utterly at ease.

As night fell and darkness deepened, Luo Qianfan found refuge in a dilapidated temple to rest. It was relatively clean, having been regularly tended to by others.

Just as he was in the deepest sleep, a small group of people broke in—some men, some women, and even a heavily pregnant woman among them.

Though their faces were indistinct, the fierce aura radiating from them revealed they were no ordinary folk; rather, they seemed seasoned warriors long accustomed to battle.

Their garments were tattered but made of fine materials; one wore the current fashionable soft silk shimmering satin—an unmistakable piece designed by Luo Qianfan himself—simple and elegant, fitting perfectly with his demeanor.

These people exhibited strict discipline. Centered around the beautiful middle-aged woman with the large belly, a young girl with a braid supported her, while the others stood guard vigilantly, surveying the surroundings to prevent any sudden mishaps.

“Ah, ugh…”

Sweat beaded across the middle-aged woman’s face, soaking her clothes, yet she clasped her hands tightly over her abdomen, fiercely protecting her unborn child.

To keep herself conscious through the pain, she even stabbed herself sharply with a hairpin, determined to stay alert.

It was clear—she was in labor, and a difficult one at that, with the risk of both mother and child perishing.

Originally, Luo Qianfan had no intention of intervening, but seeing her unwavering care for her unborn baby stirred something deep within him.

In his previous life, there had been no sense of familial love; the only affection he knew came from Xiao Qi and Ka Chi. Here, though still without parental love, he found a warmth absent from his past existence—care given by the old master of the Medical Underworld Valley, Master Xiao Zhuang—something he had never anticipated.

His heartstrings were moved.

Luo Qianfan composed himself and slowly stepped outside.

Luo Yi followed closely behind.

The dark guards at the entrance sprang to attention, drawing their weapons and glaring fiercely, as if to intimidate Luo Qianfan and his companion with sheer presence.

The pregnant woman in the center also wore a worried expression, her eyes wary.

The child—must not be harmed!

Luo Qianfan sensed their concerns and smiled softly. “Rest assured, I will not harm you or the child you carry.”

He looked at the middle-aged woman beside him, a gentle smile touching his lips, masking the loneliness inside.

“I am a healer. Perhaps I can help you,” he continued.

The middle-aged woman, though outwardly composed, felt a surge of hope stirring within her.

She glanced at Luo Qianfan several times.

In the moonlight, his clear eyes and bright smile, along with his fresh and graceful bearing, made him seem like an otherworldly immortal, so beautiful it was impossible not to trust him.

At that moment, the child inside seemed to respond to the call of life, moving slightly.

Child, do you believe in him too?

Shortly after,

The middle-aged woman, seemingly entranced, nodded in agreement.

Without hesitation, Luo Qianfan produced a set of silver needles and deftly inserted them near the woman’s heart, nurturing her with his inner strength, tending to her with utmost care.

“Madam, your body is no longer capable of safely delivering this child. I need to perform a cesarean to remove the baby and then sew your abdomen back up. Can you accept this?” Luo Qianfan asked anxiously.

Though this world prized martial prowess, medical knowledge was rudimentary; acupuncture like Luo Qianfan’s was unheard of, and whether she could endure the pain of such a procedure was unknown.

The dark guards around them stared in astonishment at the handsome young man who spoke so boldly.

What nonsense—if they cut open her belly, how could she possibly survive?

Their master entrusted them with the lady’s care; if anything happened, who would be responsible?

They all refused, dismissing his words as madness.

The middle-aged woman understood their meaning. She herself knew this birth was perilous, possibly fatal.

Yet, she harbored no regrets.