Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 473 Blood Drops

Song Ying smiled shyly in response.

The woman didn't know that the uncle and nephew didn't know each other when they met just now, so she didn't feel embarrassed. She just felt a little strange. Why did the relatives who had never come to see each other suddenly come? And they didn't come to Wangjia Village, but to Shengli Village, her mother's hometown.

No matter how strange it was, now was not the time to ask. She looked around and called a young woman over, "Dongmei, take your sister from the Song family to burn incense for your sister-in-law."

The woman named Dongmei nodded and led the way, looking at Song Ying curiously, "What's your sister's name?"

"Song Ying."

The mourning hall was in the courtyard, just a few steps away. When Dongmei went to get some incense, she bumped into a woman. The woman turned around and scolded her, "What are you doing in front of the mourning hall, you damned woman? Go and see if your uncle is here. Pregnant women who died of dystocia have a lot of anger, so we need to carry them out and bury them."

"My uncle is here. I brought this sister to burn incense for my sister-in-law."

It was only then that Zhang's mother noticed Song Ying, who was standing beside her. She was also surprised. Before she could ask, Song Ying took the initiative to say, "Aunt, please accept my condolences. I am Wang Xianzhang's niece. I came here today to help Li's sister Zhaodi deliver her baby. I met you and came to burn some incense."

This distant relative relationship was too complicated. Zhang's mother caught the second half of the story at the first glance. "So you are the doctor who delivered Dalang's wife. Oh, you are so young, but your medical skills are so great. If I had known that the Li family had hired a doctor, I should have asked you to come and take a look. Maybe my daughter-in-law would not have died."

As she spoke, tears rolled down Zhang's mother's cheeks again.

"Aunt, please accept my condolences." Song Ying said this dryly, but she was actually complaining in her heart. Zhaodi had not escaped danger before, and even if they really came to ask her for help, she was afraid that she would be too busy to attend to them.

As she was thinking, she suddenly smelled a slight smell of blood. She lowered her eyes and looked over, only to see thin drops of blood dripping from under the coffin.

Mother Zhang followed her gaze and also saw the intermittent dripping. Her scalp suddenly tingled and her back felt cold. She forced herself to explain, "The person who cleaned it up was not careful and did not clean it up. I'm sorry, little doctor."

Then, she pushed her stiff daughter and said, "Why are you still standing there? Go and tell your father to hurry up. If they don't bury the body, no one will be able to sleep peacefully tonight."

"Wait." Song Ying suddenly said, she squatted down, stretched out her hand and touched some blood from the ground under the coffin, "No! This person is not dead yet!"

"Not dead?!" Zhang's mother widened her eyes. "No, no way? He has been dead for a long time."

Song Ying stood up and said seriously, "Whether it is true or not, I will find out after opening the coffin."

"This," Zhang's mother looked at the dark coffin, feeling a little embarrassed. People who died abnormally have resentment and can easily turn into evil spirits, especially a young woman who died of childbirth, not to mention that there is a fetus in her belly that has never come to the world to see her. The resentment will only be heavier.

What's more, her daughter-in-law's body looked very strange after her death. She kept bleeding in the coffin. She felt terrified just by looking at the mourning hall. If she wasn't the mistress of the house and had to take charge of everything, she would have wanted to stay away from it.

If the coffin lid is opened and the evil ghost is released, the whole village will be in turmoil.

She swallowed and asked, "How did the young doctor determine that my daughter-in-law is not dead?"

Song Ying raised his finger to show her, "If a person dies, the blood will coagulate. Look how fresh this blood is. It doesn't look like the blood of a dead person."

The bright red blood made Zhang's mother dizzy, and she felt cold sweat on her back. "It's normal for people with wounds on their bodies to bleed soon after death. I remember that in the past, someone in a village was hacked to death by criminals and still bled."

Song Ying nodded, "That's the case, so I need to check it out to be sure."

"This," Zhang's mother still hesitated.

Thinking that she was afraid of ghosts, Song Ying said, "If the person is not dead and is buried directly, your daughter-in-law and the fetus in her belly will be suffocated to death. The resentment will only be heavier. I am afraid that even if it is buried in the grave, it will not be suppressed. It will definitely come back to you at night to make trouble."

Zhang's mother was startled and came forward to help her push the coffin, while shouting, "Someone come and open the coffin, the person is not dead yet."

Fortunately, the coffin would not be nailed shut until just before the funeral. Zhang's mother was used to doing farm work and was very strong. Before anyone came to help, she had already pushed the coffin lid half open. The pregnant woman in the coffin had a face as yellow as paper, a swollen belly, and bright red blood between her legs that had stained her dress red.

The people around heard the noise and came over to help push the coffin lid open and take it down, asking, "What happened? Wasn't the person already dead? How come he's not dead?"

Mother Zhang didn't dare to look at her daughter-in-law in the coffin. She pointed at Song Ying and said, "I don't know either. This young doctor said so."

Song Ying did not answer their questions, but hushed them, signaling them to be quiet, and then went to feel the pregnant woman's pulse.

Seeing this, a brave person stretched out his hand and placed it in front of the pregnant woman's nose, feeling it carefully, and quickly pulled his hand back, "She's dead, how can she be alive?"

"No, he is indeed still alive!" Song Ying also felt the pulse and stood up, "Someone, go get my silver needle!"

Everyone was suspicious and no one moved for a while. However, Zhang's mother, who was worried that her daughter-in-law was really dead and turned into a ghost to seek revenge, reacted and said, "I'll go get it! Is it at Li's house?"

Song Ying nodded, "Just bring the medicine box over."

After saying that, she was ready to pinch the pregnant woman's Ren Zhong, but the coffin was narrow and was placed on a bench, which made the operation more difficult. She said to everyone, "Get her out quickly, otherwise it will be difficult for me to treat her."

The commotion here attracted almost everyone who was still in the Zhang family. Seeing that she was so sure of her words, and remembering that she had pulled Li Dalang's wife and son back from the brink of death, Zhang Santie felt some hope in his heart, and hurriedly asked people to carry his wife out of the coffin.

Song Ying took the pregnant woman's hand and pinched her philtrum.

Seeing this, Zhang San, who had just felt some hope, lost hope again. It was indeed useful to pinch the tiger's mouth when someone suddenly fainted, but he had never heard of pinching the tiger's mouth to bring a dead person back to life.

At this time, Zhang's mother came back with a medicine box.

Song Ying took out three silver needles, inserted one into Ren Zhong, one into Zhong Wan, and one into Zhong Ji.

Soon, the pregnant woman opened her eyes and groaned weakly.

Although her voice was soft, it sounded like thunder to everyone's ears. Some people jumped away in fright, "She's resurrected!"

The Zhang family was very happy and invited a midwife. Under Song Ying's guidance, the baby was born half an hour later, and both mother and child were safe.