CHAPTER 600: CHAPTER 392: CALM DOWN, NINTH BROTHER_2

"Yes." Ran Yan groaned in pain.

Behind the screen, three other midwives led by two maids also hurried in. Ran Yan grabbed the muslin, and large beads of sweat quickly appeared on her forehead.

Outside, Xiao Song was pacing in the corridor. The two imperial physicians he had invited were asked to rest in the tea room. Alone outside, he was anxious, yet did not dare to make a sound for fear of disturbing the childbirth.

The torment felt as if a year had passed. Each time Ran Yan’s cries of pain sounded from the room, Xiao Song’s heart felt as though it was being fiercely gripped, both tense and painful. Unable to restrain himself, he leaned against the door to listen for a while. There was indeed a small gap, but the large screen blocked the view, making it impossible to see anything.

"Jiulang." Liu Qingsong quickly entered the courtyard and said, "Is your wife giving birth?"

"Yes, she has been calling out for a while now." Xiao Song’s voice was tense. In fact, Ran Yan had just shouted a few times, but he felt the time was unbearable.

"Don’t worry, your wife and the baby are fine, the delivery will undoubtedly go smoothly." Liu Qingsong said.

Xiao Song looked at him and nodded earnestly, "After more than twenty years, you’ve finally said something decent."

Xiao Song looked the same as ever, but Liu Qingsong saw that his temples were soaked with sweat, and fine beads of sweat were also forming on his forehead and nose. Liu Qingsong knew Xiao Song’s nature well; he tended to be quiet when nervous or upset and didn’t like to argue unnecessarily, so he did not continue the conversation.

In the delivery room, the intermittent sounds of Ran Yan’s painful cries mixed with the midwives and Wan Lu, Ge Lan shouting "push" and "hold on for a while" could be heard, as the sweat on Xiao Song’s cheeks had already formed into droplets, splashing onto the floor.

Outside, the rain started pattering down again, and Liu Qingsong was wrapping his sleeves in the corridor, sitting and standing by turns. He had rushed back from the Government Office after hearing that Xiao Song’s wife was about to give birth. He did not know the specifics, but Ran Yan had been inside for quite a long time already.

More than an hour passed, and the shouting inside the room had also weakened considerably. Xiao Song, who usually controlled his emotions well, even had a rigid expression, "Is everything okay with Ayan?"

Liu Qingsong hurriedly said, "Maybe she’s just tired from shouting. Giving birth is physically demanding, a rest will do her good."

The door creaked open, and two maids carrying two basins of bloody water came out. Xiao Song turned pale at the sight and was about to rush in regardless, but Liu Qingsong quickly held him back, "Bleeding is normal, normal, keep calm Jiuge."

The water in the basin was just reddened, not too much by common standards, Xiao Song knew, but the key point was that it was flowing from his wife!

Inside the room, Ran Yan’s voice rose again, and soon another maid brought in clean hot water.

Xiao Song gritted his teeth and sat back down.

The two imperial physicians had also psychologically prepared themselves, knowing childbirth could stretch from morning to afternoon. They weren’t in a rush. When lunchtime came, someone brought rich dishes and wine. Xiao Song briefly greeted them and let Liu Qingsong entertain the guests while he himself waited outside.

Ran Yan’s screams and the intermittent, louder noises inside were torturing him, but not hearing anything would torture him even more.

Liu Qingsong accompanied the two imperial physicians after lunch and came back to wait with Xiao Song. He didn’t urge him to eat, seeing Xiao Song’s condition, doubting he could eat anything. The physicians estimated the time was about right and came out to wait as well.

Snow had already piled up thickly. Xiao Song felt as if it had been twenty years, almost turning into a stone statue, when suddenly a loud cry from inside pierced the air.

In an instant, he felt the heavy weight pressing on his heart disappear abruptly, making him feel almost buoyant. He grabbed Liu Qingsong and shook him vigorously, laughing loudly, "She’s born, she’s born!"

But then, the door still didn’t open.

Xiao Song’s recently lightened mood suddenly plummeted again, and the smile on his face slowly faded.

Just then, only the cry had been heard, but he had overlooked that Ran Yan’s painful voice had not stopped, and now mixed within the crying, it was alarming.

"Marquis should not worry. If there were any complications, the midwives would surely come out to report. In my opinion, there are definitely twins." One of the old imperial physicians said.

"Really?" Xiao Song felt his heart nearly collapsing today, sinking to the depths and then soaring skywards, back and forth, and the turmoil was unbearable.

After waiting for about another hour,, the door creaked open.

Two midwives came out from the room, their faces filled with joy, speaking auspicious words, "It’s truly miraculous! Congratulations, Marquis, it’s two young masters! And a young lady."

As soon as she finished speaking, two weaker cries also resounded from inside.

Liu Qingsong was stunned too, then laughed loudly, "Haha, Ran Yan really did well!"

Xiao Song clapped his hands, almost jumping with joy, his smile beaming, "Reward! A hundred taels each!"

The midwives immediately responded joyfully. Generally, when they were called to high-end households for childbirth, the highest bonus they received was up to fifty taels. This, being an extra "working fee" and a gratuity, a hundred taels was quite a significant amount, enough for their families for several years.

Eager to see for himself, Xiao Song rushed to the delivery room door. The maidservants and the old woman couldn’t stop him in time, and he had already pushed the door and entered.

After the joy, Liu Qingsong regained some of his senses. Ran Yan’s belly was slightly bigger, but not much more than the average pregnant woman. Since there were three babies, two of them must be very weak, or all three could be weak. judging by the cries, one was indeed loud.

Those two midwives were also very eloquent. Typically, they would report the news as healthy children, but just now, they only mentioned the number of children born.(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets; your support is my greatest motivation.)