My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 615: Chapter 607 Your Child is Alive Chapter 615: Chapter 607 Your Child is Alive Quickly, she withdrew her hand, unknowingly caressing the little needle pouch on her waist.

Isn’t it the case that no one in this world can deprive another of the right to live?

All lives are the same, no one’s is more valuable, and no one’s less.

Living is not easy, yet everyone wants to, everyone is willing to carry on.

And in those final moments, how many yearn for just a sliver more of time, even if it were just a second.

She bowed her head and lightly brushed the warm face of the tiny infant once more.

She then took the needle pouch from her waist, selected the longest needle from it and, with a slight flick and press of her fingers, instantly inserted it into the child’s skull.

In a miraculous turn, the child’s bluish-purple face slightly lessened in color, and it seemed as if his tiny breath wavered.

Tang Yuxin inserted a few more needles.

From afar, the sound of footsteps could be heard, steadily increasing and getting closer.

That person had returned.

She didn’t panic; she simply put away her needle pouch, tucking it into her waistband, before pulling on the iron chain and walking towards the Song Family’s grounds.

She squatted down to pull up weeds, alone and silent.

It seemed as if everything was unrelated to her; whether they were familiar or unfamiliar, to her, they were all strangers.

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She didn’t belong here, yet she was cruelly trapped in this place, perhaps it was where she would die too.

Before long, the man returned, his gait was a bit off, most likely from squatting for too long that his legs had become numb.

He walked over, picked up the shovel, spat on his hands, and rubbed them together before he resumed digging.

Evidently, he had come to bury the child.

When the children in the village died prematurely, they were always buried in the fields of their family homes.

After he dug into the earth a bit with his shovel, it seemed as if he heard a noise.

It sounded like a cat cry.

He continued to dig without paying much attention, as wild cats were plentiful in these parts and would periodically pop out and frighten people.

A few more noises, the man’s ear twitched, and he had a strange feeling about these sounds.

Touching his own neck, the hair on his body stood on end,

This was a very strange sensation, one that sent shivers down his spine.

Could he have encountered a ghost?

He gradually turned around, his eyes widened as they fell on Niuda’s bulge.

“Wuu wuu….”

Once more, that sound indeed came from within the small bundle.

“Ghost, ghost….”

His voice quivering and legs shaking, he was almost ready to break into a sprint but his legs failed to gather any strength.

Just as he was about to bolt, a faint whimper of an infant came from the bundle.

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Startled, the man spun around but didn’t react for a moment.

“Alive, he’s alive….”

Staring with wide eyes and a gaping mouth, he doubted his own ears.

Or could it be that he really encountered a ghost?

Continual infanthood cries came from the bundle, even the bundle began to move, as if the child’s small hands and feet were flailing about.

It was then that the man came back to his senses.

Swiftly he ran over, and then opened up the bundle.

Sure enough, it was the very child inside it, constantly flinging his small arms and legs, squinting his eyes and wailing loudly.

His little face was flushed deep red from the struggles.

“He really alive?”

The man, still skeptical, put his hand on the baby’s face.

Feeling the warm temperature of the human body, the child was neither cold nor cool.

This child was alive, he was living, and he was truly alive.

Then the man picked up the bundle, took off his own clothes, and placed the child against his body.

He sprinted forward, even forgetting to pick the shovel he threw on the ground.

“Uncle, aunt, your child’s alive, your child’s alive….”

He ran while shouting, his voice so loud that almost everyone in the village came out.

His words lingered in the wind….

And reverberated throughout the mountain village, as well as the words, uncle, aunt.

Your child is alive

The child is alive

Alive

Alive….

Tang Yuxin continued to pull up weeds, her slightly drooping eyelashes trembling, as if they would crumble in the wind.

But they remained strong, never faltering.

When Tang Yuxin returned to the Song Family, she heard the villagers say the Sun Family’s child was alive—lifeless but eventually came through.

Grandma Song began to gloat, bragging to everyone about her contributions.

If it weren’t for her, both lives would be lost.

If the Sun Family’s ancestors hadn’t sent smoke signals, if they hadn’t asked her to come over, they would’ve been wiped out.

See, she was a fortunate woman.

Even when the pregnant woman encountered danger, she was able to ensure safety for both mother and child.

Not only safety but the Sun Family’s child’s survival.

He looked like a lifeless, blue baby, but he drew breath and now he could eat and sleep.

As for Sun Family’s daughter-in-law, she had lost a substantial amount of blood and nearly lost her life too.

Although giving birth had taken a significant toll on her body, she was alive.

Grandma Song strutted around the village, genuinely proud of herself.

Of course, she accepted the gifts gratefully offered by the Sun Family to whom she was a benefactor.

However, who would’ve known that Grandma Song was not truly responsible, she merely stole someone else’s glory.

But, others didn’t know that.

Grandma Song certainly didn’t either.

She moved freely around the village, enjoying her newfound fame.

Big Fool Song seemed no different than before, laboring daily for Youtao, while Yuxin was left to do the house chores and take care of the bedridden Old Master Song.

“You, wash my clothes,” Old Master Song commanded grimly.

Inside his sheets, there was bound to be filth—how could he not know?

Grandma Song and Big Fool Song ignored him.

He himself was willing but unable.

And this mute girl, only delivered food but never offered to tidy up or bathe him.

Tang Yuxin picked up the bowl on the table and walked off, infuriating Old Master Song who threw the things off in a fit of anger.

When Grandma Song returned, Old Master Song was raising hell, his ranting irritating her to no end.

When she finally emerged from Old Master Song’s room, inevitably, she brought along that incredible stench.