Chapter 64: A Matter of Life and Death

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Comrade Song!”

“Comrade Song!”

“Wake up! Wake up!”

Aunt Chen stood outside the courtyard gate of the educated youth dormitory.

The gate was locked from the inside and wouldn’t budge no matter how she pushed.

There was no other way.

She had to resort to pounding on the door while shouting at the top of her lungs.

In the stillness of the night, the noise was jarringly loud.

The commotion gradually woke up the people inside.

As the person in charge of the dormitory, Chen Xue got up to see who was causing such a ruckus so late at night.

Meanwhile, Song Yue, having muted her system notifications, turned over, intending to continue sleeping. In her drowsiness, she vaguely thought she heard someone calling her.

She listened closely but heard nothing.

Just as she dismissed it as a hallucination—

An impatient voice sounded from outside.

“Who’s banging on the door at this hour? Who’s yelling out there?”

Song Yue’s heart skipped a beat—so it wasn’t just her imagination?

Thinking back to the system’s earlier alerts, she quickly turned over, got up, and fumbled in the dark to put on her clothes.

…

Outside the courtyard, Aunt Chen heard movement inside and was so relieved that tears sprang to her eyes.

“Young man, please help me call Comrade Song! We have an urgent matter to discuss with her!”

“It’s a matter of life and death!”

Chen Xue froze for a moment. Someone else looking for Song Yue?

And at this hour, no less—what life-and-death matter could it be?

He felt annoyed but still walked over to unlock the gate.

As soon as the gate swung open—

Aunt Chen squeezed in immediately, startling Chen Xue so much that he stumbled back.

Annoyed, he snapped, “Hey, what’s your deal?

I just opened the door, and you’re already shoving your way in? At least let me finish talking first!”

Aunt Chen was about to respond when—

Song Yue’s voice rang out. “Chen Xue, what’s going on?”

The moment Aunt Chen saw Song Yue, she rushed over and grabbed her arm.

“Comrade Song, you must come with us right now!”

“My third son’s wife—her baby is in the wrong position! The midwife said you should come take a look!”

As Aunt Chen tugged Song Yue along in urgency, Song Yue responded quickly, “Aunt Chen, in this kind of situation, she should be taken to a hospital.”

Aunt Chen, on the verge of tears, cried out,

“There’s no time! Chunhua is already going into labor! This is her second child, and the second one always comes fast!”

“Alright, let’s go.”

Without further delay, Song Yue and Aunt Chen rushed off into the night.

Chen Xue stood there dumbfounded, replaying Aunt Chen’s words in his head.

A childbirth emergency? And instead of a doctor, they came looking for Song Yue?

Could Song Yue actually deliver a baby?

He couldn’t make sense of it.

Shaking his head, he looked at the courtyard gate.

He couldn’t lock it.

So, he dragged two chairs over from inside and propped them against the door.

This way, it would look locked, but a gentle push would open it.

That way, when Song Yue returned, she could still get in.

…

Ten minutes later, they arrived at the Chen household and went straight to Yang Chunhua’s room.

Aunt Chen, panting from the run, called out anxiously, “Sister, Comrade Song is here! How is Chunhua?”

The midwife didn’t immediately respond. Instead, she turned her gaze to Song Yue.

Seeing that Song Yue was just a young girl, the midwife was momentarily stunned.

Meanwhile, Song Yue walked straight to the bedside and took Yang Chunhua’s pulse.

Yang Chunhua looked terrified, her face deathly pale. When she saw Song Yue, regret flooded her heart.

If only she had listened to Song Yue that day.

If she had gone to the hospital for a check-up right away, she wouldn’t be in this situation now!

“Comrade Song, I shouldn’t have ignored your advice… I…”

Tears welled in Yang Chunhua’s eyes as she spoke.

Without pausing in her examination, Song Yue interrupted, “There’s no medicine for regret, and crying won’t help.”

“What you need to focus on now is delivering this baby safely.”

Hearing Song Yue’s words, Yang Chunhua forced herself to hold back her tears.

She obediently lay still, watching Song Yue’s every move with wide eyes.

The midwife observed Song Yue closely. The moment she sat down and took the pulse, her demeanor shifted.

Something about her confidence made the midwife’s heart skip a beat.

“Comrade Song, do you have a way to ensure a safe delivery?” she asked.

“If you do, then you handle it. Otherwise, we’ll have to rush her to the hospital, though I worry…”

Song Yue didn’t let her finish, fearing it would shake Yang Chunhua’s confidence.

She cut in, “Let me check first.”

The midwife nodded. “Alright.”

Silence fell over the room.

The seconds ticked by.

Four pairs of eyes were locked onto Song Yue.

After finishing the pulse diagnosis, Song Yue withdrew her hand and lifted Yang Chunhua’s shirt, revealing her swollen belly.

She pressed gently here, massaged there.

The abdominal wall wasn’t too thick, contractions weren’t too strong, the baby wasn’t too big, and there was enough amniotic fluid—

There was space.

She could use that method.

Retracting her hands, Song Yue said firmly, “There’s a way.”

The four people in the room brightened instantly.

The midwife blurted out, “What method?”

Just as Song Yue was about to answer—

A tractor’s engine roared outside.

Rumble! Rumble!

A few loud revs—then silence.

Aunt Chen glanced outside. “Guoqiang must’ve borrowed a tractor.”

The midwife turned back to Song Yue. “Comrade Song, what’s the method?”

Song Yue met her gaze. “I’ll reposition the baby.”

The midwife blinked in surprise. “I’ve heard of that, but I’ve never seen it done.”

She hesitated. “Comrade Song, you need to be absolutely sure. A life is on the line.”

Song Yue replied calmly, “Sister, I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t certain.”

At that moment, Chen Guoqiang ran back in and overheard their conversation.

Upon hearing there was a solution, he became ecstatic.

“Comrade Song, please go ahead! We’ll pay you the same as we would a hospital!”

Song Yue looked at him and said, “Thank you.”

Her gratitude was an acceptance of his offer.

She wasn’t the type to demand payment when saving lives.

But in a place where she’d be living long-term, setting expectations early was necessary.

Otherwise, once word got out that she helped for free, there would be endless trouble.

Song Yue simply said, “Bring me a basin of hot water. I need to wash my hands.”

Chen Guoqiang immediately went to fetch some.

She then turned to the midwife. “Sister, did you bring your birthing kit?”

The midwife nodded. “Yes.”

“I’ll reposition the baby. You’ll handle the delivery afterward.”

The midwife paused, then smiled and nodded. “Alright.”

Before long, Chen Guoqiang returned with a basin of steaming water and a clean, unused cloth.

He placed them on a stool. “Comrade Song, here’s the hot water.”

Song Yue nodded and washed her hands.

Then she looked up at everyone. “Except for the midwife, all of you need to wait outside.”

Chen Guoqiang, Aunt Chen, and the others exchanged glances before stepping out.

…

Outside, the village chief and his deputy stood in the courtyard, accompanied by several of the Chen family members.

Hearing the door open, they all turned.

Seeing only Chen Guoqiang and the others emerge, the village chief frowned.

“Guoqiang, what’s the situation? Where is she?”

Chen Guoqiang replied, “Village chief, Comrade Song is inside. She said she has a way.”

The chief’s frown deepened.

A young girl like that… Could she really handle this?