No, no, no, Student Xie is different.
Senior Brother Huangâs gaze was as flustered as theirs.
Cao Yong used a towel to wipe the sweat off the womanâs face, while his eyes assessed the person diagonally across from him.
The junior sister has always been calm in the face of challenges, and his concern was that she was too calm rather than panicking like the junior brothers.
With a glance over, he found that she was completely focused on her own hands, not daring to notice anything else.
At the moment, this might be unavoidable. Cao Yongâs brow furrowed.
Du Haiwei emphasized to the two young doctors: "Hold steady!"
Boss Du demanded unprecedentedly high requirements from the two young doctors on site.
Both Xie Wanying and Song Xuelingâs hands were stretched to the limit. Yet, the teacher needed them to hold on a bit longer, until he found the right position to take over.
"Yes," Song Xueling and Xie Wanying responded separately.
"Donât move at all," Du Haiwei gave a stern order to Student Xie, who was holding the fetus, aligning with Cao Yongâs judgment.
Student Xieâs grasp at this moment could be crucial to the babyâs life and must not be altered.
Everyone understood the undertone of Boss Duâs words and couldnât help but sweat profusely for Student Xie.
Xie Wanying grasped the baby through the abdomen using the force of her fingertips, because relying solely on the palm is inadequate to grip some special parts of the baby and the umbilical cord; it can only be done by fingers.
The fingertip grip is the hardest, most painful, and most demanding.
Xie Wanyingâs finger joints and skin had already turned purple and white. Lin Hao and Li Qiâan suspected that if Student Xie continued like this, her fingers might become useless.
In clinical practice, the enlightenment required for doctors to wrest lives from Death God often comes at a price.
Lin Hao and Li Qiâanâs hearts skipped a beat, feeling a lingering fear, and their gaze turned again to Song Xueling.
Song Xuelingâs forehead was beaded with dense sweat, resembling tiny transparent ants crawling, drilling into his soul, suggesting that his hand pressed against the babyâs hip was likely as stiffened and on the verge of breaking just like Student Xieâs.
Unexpectedly, Beiduâs talented scholar was equally disheveled and seemed unable to hold on. Lin Hao and the others sighed inwardly once more.
"Okay, let go, Iâm coming in." Timing it right, Du Haiwei maneuvered his gloved hand over Song Xuelingâs arm, positioning himself better to lift.
This sudden scene left everyone a bit dazzled. Even Song Xueling couldnât clearly see Boss Duâs movement prompting him to let go, leaving him momentarily frozen.
In a flash, Du Haiwei quickly snapped his other hand to open Song Xuelingâs grip.
In the stillness of Song Xuelingâs brown eyes, there flashed a wide trace of astonishment.
Those around almost cried out.
Boss Duâs movement was swift and precise. The exposed part of the fetus did not slip out from Song Xuelingâs abrupt release, but was instead rapidly pushed back into the maternal uterus by Du Haiweiâs intervention.
Teacher Duâs hand strength was remarkably divine, akin to Buddhaâs palm.
The crowd watched, internally tumultuous.
"Prepare for episiotomy," Du Haiwei quickly issued a series of commands, not giving others the time to hesitate.
"Episiotomy?" Lin Hao asked fellow student Li Qiâan.
"Did you forget whatâs written in the obstetrics textbook?" Li Qiâan grasped the opportunity to hold something against the third-ranking student in the class, adjusted his glasses, and snorted.