The news of Yan Wanqing's premature childbirth terrified everyone in the camp.
When the Imperial Physician was dragged into the tent by the guards, he panicked and shouted, "I am only a trauma doctor, not a midwife!"
No one had expected Yan Wanqing to show symptoms of premature labor more than three months early.
By now, blood had soaked more than half of the bed.
Yan Lingzhen immediately stripped off her outer robe and cut off the sleeves of her undergarments with a long sword. She tied her long hair up high, washed her hands repeatedly in hot water, and looked anxiously at her elder sister on the bed, who was drenched in sweat and as pale as a sheet.
She could hear her own heartbeat accelerating, her nerves taut throughout her body.
"Fifth Sister," she said to Yan Hongzhao, "clear the room."
Yan Hongzhao and Cong Ge sent the useless doctor out, and when it was Qin Erya's turn, Yan Lingzhen spoke, "The red jar in the coat pocket, make her swallow it."
