Qin Liuxi was infuriated.
To be honest, as a wandering soul, she didn't harbor much affection for the Qin family. When she crossed over, it was at the age of five when her original self had just been sent back to the old house for foster care. She grew up independently and self-sufficiently.
Although it was not her original intention, occupying the body of her original self inevitably tied her fate to the Qin family. While she was karmically connected to these people, in terms of closeness and importance, honestly speaking, the Qin family couldn't hold a candle to Qihuang and the Chenpi siblings who had been with her.
At this moment, Qin's elderly lady still didn't trust her, hindering her from saving someone, which truly infuriated Qin Liuxi.
"Elderly lady, are you sure you want to stop me? If we delay further, she'll meet a fate worse than death," Qin Liuxi said coldly, pointing to the person on the delivery bed.
"Mother, Third Sister-in-law is in critical condition," Qin Meiniang said with a sob in her voice.
Everyone was shocked and turned to look.
Gu Shi was pale, her eyes tightly closed, and her chest rose and fell weakly, almost imperceptibly.
In this state, even if they called for a doctor, it would probably be too late.
Qin's elderly lady's face was ashen, staggering back a step, tears streaming down from the corners of her eyes.
"Elderly lady, let Miss Qin administer acupuncture. If we delay further, it'll be too late," the midwife also spoke cautiously. Though she was accustomed to scenes of death, if three lives were lost, it would be a great sin.
As midwives, they naturally only wanted to see mother and child safe, which would bode well for their reputation.
Wang Shi pursed her lips and advised, "Mother, there's no other choice."
Desperate times call for desperate measures; they could only leave it to fate.
Qin's elderly lady closed her eyes, turned her face away, and nodded heavily.
Whether it was fortune or misfortune, whether they could evade disaster, depended on whether the heavens were watching.
Qihuang had already lit a stick of incense, calming the atmosphere, and then dissolved the talismans Qin Liuxi had prepared in warm water before coming to the bedside.
Seeing them acquiesce, Qin Liuxi snorted disdainfully, indifferently pinching a gold needle and inserting it directly into Madame Qin's acupoint.
Two cries of astonishment ensued.
Qin Liuxi turned her head, glaring coldly, fed up with the noise.
Qin's elderly lady was also horrified, her face pale and her hands trembling incessantly.
Gu Shi let out a faint whimper and slowly regained consciousness. Her pupils gradually focused, but her eyes were filled with despair.
"Drink this." Qin Liuxi took the cup of symbolic water from Qihuang and brought it to her lips.
Her voice was cold, like a frigid spring entering one's ears. Subconsciously, Gu Shi opened her mouth and, to the astonishment of everyone, drank all the water in one go.
Qin Liuxi then took several other gold needles and pierced her, targeting the Sanyinjiao, Hegu, and Sanyinjiao points swiftly and steadily.
"Show some spirit. If Third Uncle receives news of your safe delivery, it will be a great comfort to him on his journey of exile. But if it's a tragedy, he probably won't survive either. If you, sister, lose your mercy and abandon your children at a young age, how tragic would that be?" Her words were sharp and ruthless, but they struck Gu Shi's heart like acupuncture needles, forcing tears out of her and filling her body with newfound strength.
She couldn't die. She had to live, with her children.
"Midwife, come here." Qin Liuxi glanced at the midwife and, while pinching the gold needles, recited some unknown incantations.
The midwife sighed and instructed Gu Shi a few times before pushing her belly.
In the eyes of Qin's elderly lady and the others, Qin Liuxi's actions seemed like those of a monster, filling them with inexplicable dread.
The girl in front of them seemed somehow different from other girls.
As dawn broke, the baby's cries filled the air.