I Reincarnated as a Legendary Surgeon Chapter 121

Episode 121. Cesarean section (2)

When the painter thought that Myung-il’s hypnotherapy was completed to some extent, he allowed him to leave the hospital.

Tap, tap…

The painter, who had pulled all the stitches out of Myeongil’s chest, nodded with a satisfied smile.

“The wound has healed well. Give your shoulders a big turn.”

“Like this?”

“How are you?”

“I feel a little pain in the chest area and it’s tight… but it doesn’t hurt too much.”

“It will still be difficult to use your shoulders like before. But as time goes on, you will get better and better, so keep doing the exercises I taught you and don’t drink alcohol for a while.”

The painter handed Myungil a potion he prepared himself and discharged him.

“Thank you so far. Mr. Hwa. Maybe if it wasn’t for Congressman Hwa, I’ll be back for the rest of my life.

“Well, in case I can help you, please let me know how things are going.”

“yes. I will send one of my three men here to keep you informed.”

When Myeong-il left with his three subordinates, the fireman shook his hand as if he were parting from his family and even brought tears to his eyes.

‘I hope it achieves great results.’

From the point of view of the fireman, even if Myeongil does not achieve great results, at least the family in Chohyeon is not in danger because he is the one who oversees the Taepyeonggyo in Yeju.

The fireman was honestly satisfied with the minimum safety. Of course, it would be better if Myeong-il achieved great results and gave the leader of the Taepyeonggyo a big blow.

* * *

While the painter went to Hwangdo to treat Taewi Hwang-wan, Hyeonbi and Cheongbi’s stomachs were full.

Sang Jin-gyu of the defeated country first heard the news that the fireman had cured Taewi Hwang-wan’s violation through in-person, so he prepared the wealth in advance.

“It’s really unfortunate that my uncle has already given you a good government post, so there’s no reason for me to hold you back in your home country.”

“…..”

“Anyway, I heard that there were many twists and turns before he could heal his uncle.”

“It happened because I was still young and lacking, but it wasn’t a big problem.”

“Sending Rep. Hwa to Taiwei was a really good choice. By the way, Hyun-i and Cheong-i had a meeting.”

“Ah yes. I heard it on the way.”

“Are the two women looking for Hwa?”

“After meeting your Highness, we decided to meet the two of you.”

“Hahaha…. I waited eagerly for the two of them to return to Dr. Hwa.”

“Hyunbi Mama conceived while I was there, but Cheongbi Mama seems to have conceived after that.”

“It did. Anyway, the two of you will be waiting for you, so hurry and go.”

“yes.”

After the painter came out of Sangjeon, he went to Hyeonvision first.

After greeting Hyeonbi and asking how he was doing, he took a pulse and used clairvoyance to check the condition of the fetus.

“I will produce a healthy baby boy within a few days.”

Hearing the fireman’s words, Hyeonbi’s face brightened like a full moon.

“A boy baby? Are you sure?”

“yes. Apparently it is. Congratulations, Hyunbi Mama.”

“I would have died if it wasn’t for Hwa, but I’m alive and I’m alive to produce Your Highness’ baby and even a prince… I don’t know how to repay this favor.”

The painter was treated generously at Hyeonbi’s front and then went to Cheongbi’s front.

There, too, he took a pulse and used his clairvoyance to examine his stomach.

“We will produce a healthy princess within the next month or so.”

“Whoa~. It would have been nice if it was a son… Well, what if you have a son next time?”

The painter left Cheongbijeon and returned to the inn, but suddenly stopped and fell into thought.

“weird. Both of them were healthy and the fetus looked fine, so why is it so embarrassing?”

I looked back once again to see what the problem was, but there was nothing that made me think ‘this is it’.

“Have you become a little sensitive since you came to the palace after a long time? There will be nothing wrong.”

In fact, the painter did not remember much because he had been training in obstetrics and gynecology almost superficially.

* * *

As soon as Hyeonbi’s birth was imminent, the painter moved quickly.

Several city doctors had already arrived at Hyeonbijeon, and the midwives and fertility guards were also waiting tensely.

After a while, Sang Jin-gyu appeared without ministers and accompanied by tens of thousands of guards.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…”

Hyeonbi’s moans grew louder and louder after the midwife entered.

“Did you say he was your son?”

To Sang Jin-gyu’s question, the painter nodded his head and replied yes.

“Hehe, I wonder how good-looking a son will turn out to be.”

Sang Jin-gyu said this and that to the fireman, as if he wanted to relieve tension, and the fireman also agreed appropriately.

And in the meantime, a bone formed between the painter’s forehead.

‘My colic lasts too long… isn’t there a problem?’

Suddenly.

The moment I tilted my head, I remembered Hyeon-bi’s stomach from a few days ago.

As a result of taking a pulse, Hyeonbi was healthy and the fetus was healthy.

It’s a first birth, so it’s a bit difficult, but I thought I’d be able to give birth safely, but the labor pain takes too long.

‘There was obviously nothing wrong with both of them…’

The painter thought again of the discomfort he felt that day. He had no limbs, no heart, no cleft palate, no Down Syndrome.

Truly a perfect fetal condition.

“ah! no way!”

It was only now that the painter realized the identity of the sense of incongruity he felt that day.

“It was reversed.”

When the time of birth is imminent, the fetus turns its head downward and prepares to come out into the world.

However, not all fetuses are like that, and sometimes there are cases where the head does not turn down even when the time is imminent.

If the fetus does not go under the head, there is a high risk of the umbilical cord getting caught in the neck, and above all, it is difficult to give birth and is likely to result in dystocia.

In the worst case, both mother and fetus can die.

‘Doesn’t this require a C-section?’

I had never had a cesarean section before.

Of course, it is not a very difficult operation. It’s just… the era is the era and the opponent is the concubine. In an era where direct promotion is also reluctant, it is unlikely that a male doctor will be able to see a child giving birth.

‘Damn this is serious…..’

I have to insert a urine line into the urethra and decide the direction of the incision. It’s a question of whether Hyeonbi can be determined to show her body to herself… The

painter nevertheless carefully replayed what she had learned and simulated it in her head.

Another time passed like that.

Poetry and Shibi, who were conveying the news of Ahn to Sang Jin-gyu, approached with an urgent expression and said.

“Mr. Hwabu, the midwife is looking for you.”

“is that so?”

The fireman sighed and nodded his head.

‘How come your forebodings have never been wrong?’

The painter looked at Sang Jin-gyu. Sang Jin-gyu also nodded hastily.

“Go ahead.”

“Your Highness. Bring your Sun-ah surgical tools and follow me.”

“Your master.”

The painter left Obo and Bun-ah and took Pyeonseonman with him to the main house of Hyeonbijeon. Upon reaching the door of the anchae, Sibi informed the midwife inside that the painter had arrived.

“Has the Hwabu Congressman come?”

“Is there a problem?”

“The baby in your mama’s belly is trying to come out from the feet first, not the head, but it keeps getting stuck… It looks like she has an umbilical cord wrapped around her neck.”

‘As

expected …’ All right. I will come after receiving permission from Your Highness.”

The painter went to Sang Jin-gyu and explained the situation.

“…So, in case of emergency, I think I will have to cut Hyeonbimama’s belly open and take out the baby seed.”

Hearing the fireman’s words, Jin-gyu’s complexion turned white.

Even though the painter is an excellent doctor and he knows that his uncle’s violation was also repaired by splitting the boat, he hesitates to entrust him with the current expenses.

Jin-gyu looked at the fireman for a moment, then took a deep breath and nodded.

“I will allow you to enter Hyun-i’s room. Please make sure everyone is safe.”

“Your Highness.”

The painter went into Hyeonbi’s room after taking some surgical tools that Pyeonseon couldn’t pack.

‘It’s common for a fetus in an inverted position to die while coming out with the umbilical cord wrapped around its neck. Can that be saved with surgery?’

Pyeonseon followed the fireman into the main house and tilted his head inwardly.

‘It is often possible to see the inside of a person’s stomach, but there would be few opportunities to see the inside of a mother’s stomach… How can we know and what are we going to do about it?’

While Pyeonseon tilted his head, the painter exchanged very brief greetings with the midwife, then immediately measured Hyeonbi’s pulse and scanned her womb with a fluoroscopic sight.

“I think we should cut open the stomach and take out the baby seeds.”

“Slicing a pear?”

The midwife was startled, but the painter ignored her and looked at Hyeonbi, who was sweating profusely with a gag in her mouth.

“Hyeonbimama, what will you do?”

“Hehehehe… Even if I die, the baby will live.”

“If the operation is performed, neither the mother nor the baby will die. The problem is that it will be difficult for Mama to conceive again.”

“It doesn’t matter. Only the baby… save the baby.”

“I will. Hyuna.”

“Your master.”

The painter nodded, and the midwife staggered back, as if pushed away by some invisible hand.

“Quickly disinfect your hands and insert this tube into Mama’s peeing area. It is about a span of your hand.”

“yes!”

“Come on, there is no time.”

“yes yes.”

While Pyeonseon washes his hands with distilled spirits and inserts a urine pipe, the fireman puts on a mask and takes out tools to prepare for surgery.

‘Should I give you an anesthetic? It may affect the fetus… Let’s feed it though. If we operate as soon as possible, we can cut it off before it is absorbed through the umbilical cord.’

If an anesthetic is given, a knife must be placed on Hyeon-bi’s stomach before she is completely anaesthetized, but at present, she cannot afford to take care of her pain.

The painter looked at the pyeonseon pushing the urine line.

It was covered by a skirt, so I couldn’t tell if she was putting it in properly.

“Are you still far away?”

“no. Now I’ve pushed it all in.”

“Good work. Mama, eat this.”

When the painter handed out the anesthetic liquor, Hyeonbi drank it right away without asking what it was.

“Originally, we have to wait until Mama loses her mind, but since we don’t have time, we’ll do the surgery right away.”

“Don’t worry, I will go ahead and do the operation.”

“yes.”

The fireman used his clairvoyant powers to examine Hyeonbi’s stomach and drew his sword horizontally.

In an instant, blood splattered and an evil scream erupted from Hyeonbi’s mouth.

“Catch Hyeonbi so she can’t move.”

“yes?”

“hurry!”

When the painter shouted at the midwife and the wives, they hurriedly grabbed Hyeonbi’s arms and legs.

“I see.”

‘Be quick but don’t make mistakes.’

Even if the knife is inserted even a little deep, the fetus inside the womb can be cut.

In fact, there were many cases in which the fingers or toes of the fetus were cut off during a caesarean section.

The fireman had clairvoyance, but the blood obscured his vision, so he had to concentrate as much as possible.

‘Fortunately, the uterus was not touched. Next, the bladder is separated from the uterus and the uterus is extracted…’

Pyeon-seon made an incredulous, astounding expression as he watched the painter cut open the uterus, take out the fetus inside, and hand it to the midwife.

‘The umbilical cord was really wrapped around Agi’s neck! How could I have known that?’

After cutting the umbilical cord and handing it to the midwife, the painter took out the placenta from Hyeonbi’s stomach and was suturing it in reverse order.

“What are you doing. Aren’t you going to come to your senses?”

At that time, the harsh voice of the fireman sounded in Pyeonseon’s ears.

“Yes ah yes. sorry.”

“The operation is not over yet. Inject the drugs from the second and third vials into Hyeonbima’s left arm artery. You bleed a lot.”

“yes.”

While the painter was suturing, Pyeonseon took a bamboo syringe and started injecting drugs into Hyeonbi’s artery.

slap slap-!

“wah wah-!”

At that moment, the midwife hit the baby on the buttocks and began to cry vigorously.

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