My years as a corpse seamstress in the East Factory

Chapter 91 The corpse cold is so terrifying

Going to sleep in a daze, waking up in a daze, half asleep, half awake, Yang Jiu felt that there was a woman beside him, always asking him "Is it cold?", "Are you hungry?"

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao.

Want a woman, a woman to?
After sleeping until almost noon the next day, Yang Jiu woke up again.

The familiar smell of meat buns wafted over, and Yang Jiu was swallowed by hunger.

"Brother Jiu, are you awake?" Gan Sisi opened the door and came in, seeing Yang Jiu sitting on the couch, her voice was full of joy.

She handed Yang Jiu the steamed stuffed bun on the side table, sat on the small stool, and stared at Yang Jiu with her big eyes.

Seeing her horrible dark circles under her eyes, Yang Jiu knew it well, and asked with a smile, "Who did you have a private meeting with last night?"

"Little boy." Gan Sisi said with a yawn.

Last night, Yang Jiu complained of being cold for a while, hot for a while, and hungry for a while, which really tormented her quite terribly.

The body shop was extremely hot and stuffy, so Yang Jiu got out of bed with difficulty, came to the door to eat steamed buns, and watched the people passing by on the street, this was the enjoyment.

"Xiao Jiu, I heard that you came back in the governor's sedan chair last night?" The third master had been basking in the sun in front of his body sewing shop, and when he saw Yang Jiu coming out, he came over to chat with a pipe in his mouth.

Word has spread.

Wei Zhongxian's sedan chair is famous for its luxury and comfort in Chang'an City.

The point is, apart from Wei Zhongxian, no one has ever sat in that sedan chair.

Yang Jiu is a pioneer.

This matter will spread throughout Chang'an City at an extremely fast speed, especially causing a sensation among the officials.

Yang Jiu sighed, "I sewed up a dead body, and I almost lost my life. It's still very empty, but it needs to be taken care of."

"The body of the local house?" The third master was quite curious.

He tried the corpse of Xuan Zihaofang, and if he sewed one, he could lose half his life.

The corpse in the Dizihaofang might directly kill him.

Don't even think about the corpse in the Tianzihao room.

Yang Jiudao: "Tianzihao."

The third master widened his eyes and stopped talking.

All the corpses in the Tianzihao room were stitched up by Yang Jiu?
If this is the case, then Yang Jiu should no longer be the No. [-] corpse stitcher of Tianzi, but the No. [-] corpse stitcher of Tianzi.

Even if others are not convinced, he will take Liu Sanfu.

The third master Chaoyang Jiuyi gave a thumbs up, followed the two meat buns, and walked towards the No. [-] corpse sewing shop with his waist bent.

"Brother Jiu, sewing up corpses is too dangerous, why don't we stop doing it?" Sitting next to Yang Jiu, Gan Sisi seemed to open up a chatterbox, happily planning a different life for Yang Jiu in the future.

Yang Jiu knows how to tie paper, so he can open a paper fire shop.

Yang Jiu can also see a doctor, and it's not bad to open a pharmacy.

If it doesn't work, selling buns with her can support the family and live a stable life.

Yang Jiu picked up the last meat bun, turned her head and asked, "Are you hiding something from me?"

Chang'an is so prosperous, Gan Sisi wanted to escape life and death, not because she felt that Yang Jiu's body was in danger, but because her personal safety was threatened.

"I just want to wander the rivers and lakes with Brother Jiu." Gan Sisi's pretty face was flushed, and she was as beautiful as a picture.

This silly face can't hide anything.

The only person who can scare Gan Sisi away from Chang'an City is Murong Ba.

Yang Jiu remained calm and silently ate the last meat bun.

"It's a bit cold, I have to go back to the room to warm up." Yang Jiu really felt cold.

The cold air in the body surged up, and Da Huan Dan couldn't suppress it.

When he entered the body sewing shop, he sat by the stove, looking at that posture, wished he could hug the stove tightly.

Even so, Yang Jiu's body was still shaking.

The skill of 80 years plus Shaolin Dahuan Dan could not dispel the chill on Lu Ting's body.

It can be seen how terrifying the resentment in Lu Ting's heart before she died.

"It's fucking hot." Yang Jiu, who was roasting by the fire, suddenly walked out of the door cursing.

He went in and out like this, suffering from the alternation of hot and cold.

Gan Sisi watched from the side and wept.

Ninth brother has become like this, how can she have the heart to let him cross mountains and rivers again?

What kind of shit is Murong Ba, if he dares to come, he will be punished.

In the afternoon, Xiao Xuanzi visited Yang Jiu, and after learning about the situation, he went to report to Wei Zhongxian.

With Yang Jiu's current state, he definitely couldn't sew a corpse.

Yang Jiu himself knew that the most urgent task was to get rid of the cold and take care of his body.

Sure enough, the body is the capital of the revolution.

A few days passed, and the situation did not improve at all.

Xiao Xuanzi brought a lot of supplements, and even an imperial doctor came to treat him.

But these efforts are in vain.

Looking back on the process of suturing Lu Ting, it seemed that the cold air from the corpse had just invaded, but it was actually extremely dangerous.

This time I was really careless and didn't flash.

The corpse beauty of Tianzihao doesn't talk about Wude at all.

As the saying goes, if you eat a ditch, you will gain a lot of wisdom, and you must be more careful in sewing corpses in the future.

During the period of recuperation, how many corpse beauties were missed, and the loss was heavy.

On the [-]th day of the new year, Yang Jiu's health finally improved, and the time when the cold air broke out was basically fixed around Haishi.

This is the time when the dead body cold invades the body.

On New Year's Eve, you should eat hot pot and watch the Spring Festival Gala.

But in the Great Wei Empire, there was no Spring Festival Gala, only lanterns.

Yang Jiu didn't want to go out, so she had hot pot with Gan Sisi and Wei Yuyan at Baozipu.

I wanted to invite the third master to come over, but the third master went to Yunyu Tower. Even if he couldn't do anything, the third master still wanted to hug his beloved girl and celebrate the New Year together.

From New Year's Eve to the third day of the Lunar New Year, Dongchang will give the seamers a four-day holiday.

During these four days, no matter how many corpses were brought in to be sewn, one hundred sewing shops would never open their doors.

Bang bang bang.

When it was almost Haishi, the rapid knock on the door made the three of them turn their heads to look at the door at the same time.

"Who is it?" Wei Yuyan was very interesting, and trotted to open the door.

Opening the door, there was a blacksmith standing outside the door.

The blacksmith's hands were stained with blood, his expression was anxious, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Jiu, is Master Jiu here?"

Wei Yuyan turned her head to look at Yang Jiu.

Seeing Yang Jiu nodded, Wei Yuyan stepped aside and said, "Come in."

As soon as the blacksmith entered the door, he plopped and knelt down.

Come again?

Yang Jiu said impatiently: "I have something to say."

"I beg Master Jiu to save my wife..." the blacksmith kowtowed while crying.

The blacksmith's daughter-in-law was not yet full-term, and suddenly her amniotic water broke and she showed signs of dystocia. Seeing this, Wen's wife ran away.

In despair, the blacksmith thought of Yang Jiu.

Yang Jiu put down his chopsticks and said, "Let's go."

Gan Sisi hesitated to speak, grabbed the padded jacket and put it on Yang Jiu, saying softly, "It's cold outside."

The group hurried to the blacksmith's house.

When the neighbors learned that the blacksmith's daughter-in-law was having a difficult labor, they either came to help or join in the fun, and they all gathered in the yard of the blacksmith's house.

Several older women stayed in the room, busy looking after the blacksmith's wife.

There were also kind-hearted people who went to invite other stable women, but when they heard that it was a dystocia, no one wanted to come.

The heart-piercing wailing of the blacksmith's wife made everyone heartbroken.

In such a situation, it is said that one should choose to keep the big and the small, but the most terrifying thing is that the size cannot be kept.

After Yang Jiu entered the house, he got to know the people in the house and found out that the fetus in the womb of the blacksmith's wife was breech.

If a fetus wants to come into this world, it naturally has to face down and crawl out desperately. This is called head position.

But if it is close to the day of delivery, the fetus still does not enter the basin with its head up and down, this is breech position.

A breech position is definitely not a natural birth.

Put it in modern times, just dissect it.

But in ancient times, there was no such condition, and the child could only be kept as much as possible.

Yang Jiu felt the pulse, frowned, and said, "Blacksmith, you have to cut it quickly."

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