Mrs. Li had just gone in to see Aunt Lai and saw her waxy, deathly pale face. A woman could really lose her life from a miscarriage if things went wrong.
Mrs. Li, having endured the ordeal of childbirth herself, understood the woman's pain but was unable to help her. The midwife had only simple herbs and had already sent someone to prepare the medicine.
As for the doctor in the village, he wasn't very skilled and had only prescribed some hemostatic medicine, advising them to seek a more capable physician.
Mrs. Li sighed helplessly. Rather than transporting the patient directly to the county for treatment, they had just requested the doctor, which meant a long journey there and back. She prayed that Aunt Lai would hold on until the doctor arrived and that everything would be alright.
Aunt Lai had constantly caused trouble at home, and though Mrs. Li didn't wish for her death, she knew that if something really happened to Aunt Lai, Ye Daidi, the little concubine, would be pitiable.
