Chapter 1103 (1/2)
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at 13th of August 2019 03:40:09 AM
Chapter 1103: 1103
The indigo lion looked around and found a vacant divine seat down the Taoist hall .
Only in the most important Taoist halls was there the main hall, where the divine seats were always reserved . Because the seats belonged only to Haotian .
It came to Sangsang, pulled her dress and dragged her onto the seat . Then it tore several pieces of gauze and covered her to keep her warm .
Even the most pious follower would have abandoned this Haotian upon seeing the blood-stained Sangsang in labor . But the indigo lion always wors.h.i.+ped her as the only Haotian and the true G.o.d .
The indigo lion was very satisfied by its own loyalty and perseverance . Recalling the big black horse leaving its master previously, it felt angry and sympathetic, and would like to treat it with a good bite in the future .
Sangsang lay exhaustively in the divine seat . Distinctive pains in the belly came in rounds after rounds . Colors drained further from her face . She sweated profusely and could no longer even raise her hand .
The indigo lion stared at her and kept circling anxiously . Its tail wagged on the wall and smashed the solemn divine statues .
Some noises were heard outside the hall . The indigo lion gazed viciously at the gate in case some divine priests or deacons were coming to make trouble . If anyone dared to interrupt the delivery, it would tear them into pieces without any orders from its master .
Clip-clops approached distinctively!
The big black horse ran into the hall with a chubby middle-aged woman sitting on it . The woman seemed paler than Sangsang . She held tightly on the saddle and could almost fall into a coma at any minute .
The middle-aged woman was a midwife . She never thought about being kidnapped by a horse or seeing an indigo lion about half the height of the hall . Nor did she ever imagine helping someone give birth in a Taoist hall, especially when the woman was stabbed by a sword and stained in blood like a devil .
Afterwards when she recalled this, she thanked her previous experience with countless b.l.o.o.d.y and torturing childbirth . Otherwise she would have easily fainted . But she actually wished she could have fainted earlier .
Sangsang lay on the seat and felt slightly recovered after taking some powder . She opened her eyes, watched the middle-aged woman rus.h.i.+ng in and out of the layers of gauze, and asked weakly, “When will it be delivered?”
It was already dusk, a long while since the labor pains started . The midwife had been standing by Sangsang and kept shouting loudly to cheer her up until her voice became hoa.r.s.e . But the child was still yet to come .
Sangsang was soaking, so were the layers of cloth beneath her . Her hair fell disheveled on her pale cheeks and made her seem miserable . Luckily her eyes were not yet losing focus .
The middle-aged woman came to the divine seat, looked at the b.l.o.o.d.y sword on her belly and said with trembling voice, “First time is always hard . Let's try a bit harder . Perhaps we can still make it?”
Sangsang got her uncertainty . She frowned with dissatisfaction . But when she tried to say something she found her strength draining rapidly . She had to close her eyes again and prepare for another round of labor .
The middle-aged woman wanted to sneak out, especially when she realized that it was a dystocia . She tried to flee an hour ago but was scared back upon seeing the giant indigo lion beheaded three cavalrymen from the divine halls .
The baby was still not delivered .
The middle-aged woman stared at Sangsang's pale face and suddenly felt for her . She came to her and said, “We have to try this . Otherwise you might both die . ”
Sangsang felt exhausted and asked, “What?”
The middle-aged woman put on some pride and a.s.sured, “You can trust me . I have saved many children with this method . It will definitely work . ”
She reached for her toolbox on the saddle of the big black horse and took out a round forceps . She lifted the gauze and was about to take a look between Sangsang's thighs .
Sangsang ordered ruthlessly, “Don't look . ”
The middle-aged woman was startled and said bitterly, “Come on sister, you never let me take a look ever since the beginning… How can I help you like this? We are both women . Why so shy? You're going to be a mother . ”
Sangsang stared at her and repeated calmly and indisputably, “Don't look . ”
The middle-aged woman looked at the forceps in her hand and sighed, “I learned this in Chang'an . But no matter how skilled I am, I have to look when I use it . ”
“No need . ” Sangsang turned away from the forceps and looked at the sword on her belly . She stared at the sword and frowned for a long while . Then she took some deep breath, gathered every bit of her strength and got hold of the hilt . The sword was pulled out form the Drunkard's flagon and was washed by the strongest liquor and her own blood . It was clean and dustless . She held the hilt and pushed it downward .
Upon a tearing sound her belly was cut open . Blood flooded .