Chapter 373 – Dongqing Earthquake (5)
“Young Girl Wei Jingxian has great physical resilience. If her postpartum care is proper, she should recover quickly, but it’s hard to say about the child’s condition. However, since the child was born so tenaciously, I believe heaven will watch over this little life.”
The retired obstetrician’s words lifted the ban in the entire live stream room, and messages began to flood in.
“I’ve been sweating all night, afraid to step away from the screen. I never knew childbirth was so painful… I just nervously called my mom and realized I was wrong for yelling over trivial matters…”
“No more bashing the Host, I can see you’re actually someone worthy of heaven.”
“After watching the live stream all night, I’ve been thinking for a long time. Wei Jingxian is such a brave young girl, embodying strength and resilience. I think of my girlfriend, who’s the same age; we recently forgot protection, and now she’s pregnant. We didn’t plan for a child so soon, and I was going to take her to terminate it tomorrow, but now… I want to repent to her…”
“The birth of a new life truly brings emotion and joy, but I’m even more concerned about whether we can donate to the live stream so the Host can buy disaster relief supplies… In the face of disaster, we must unite; every life saved counts, even from another dimension.”
This message quickly received numerous likes and was pinned for everyone to see.
Jiang Pengji naturally saw this while she carefully cleaned the child and wrapped her up to keep her warm, biting her lip.
“I’ll do my best,” she sent that message, and the donations skyrocketed.
Previously, donations focused on blessings for the child or celebrating her birth, but later donations were almost entirely for disaster victims.
Of course, some audience members mocked Jiang Pengji, claiming she was trying to profit from the disaster. But that comment was immediately shot down.
“Seriously, are you brainless? I’ve followed this live stream for years and have never heard her ask for donations or anything else; not everyone is as heartless as you think! If she were that type of person, I’d live stream myself eating a keyboard.”
“Great Landlord’s Wife: Idiot, the call has been made; go get her!”
“Potato Beef Rice Bowl: Heh, you must have watched too many sleazy streams and think everyone is money-hungry. A major earthquake has hit; many people have died, and you utter inhumane words like that? Doesn’t your conscience hurt?”
Jiang Pengji felt a bit uneasy at first, but seeing so many people defending her, her discomfort dissipated.
For that alone, facing off against the system was worth it!
Feng Jin and Wei Jingxian’s first child was a girl, her face wrinkled and red, resembling a hairless monkey, but at that moment, Jiang Pengji thought the child had an enchanting beauty.
She handed the baby to the eagerly awaiting couple, “Hold her; she’s a beautiful little lady.”
“Thank you.” Feng Jin, pale-faced, felt like he was suffocating with tension when the child was born. Now, holding this soft, seemingly boneless life, his chest swelled with unprecedented tenderness. “Let Lan Ting name her.”
Wei Jingxian, now slightly recovering her strength, glanced at her husband and then at Jiang Pengji. There was no way she didn’t understand by now.
“Lan Ting, please help us with a name.”
Wei Jingxian managed a weak smile, covered by a blanket, as the fire beside them barely warded off the chill. She was clear that if not for Jiang Pengji rushing in to save her, both she and her daughter would have been claimed by that falling beam. Now they could safely give birth to the child, all thanks to this person before them.
She wasn’t afraid of losing her life, but the thought of her child not having the chance to live brought her excruciating pain.
Jiang Pengji was taken aback by their request. “A name?”
In these times, whenever a newborn came into the world, the father had to wait at the doorstep for the first passerby to ask for a common name. It was said that ordinary people could raise easier names, but that was merely a customary practice; the nobility scoffed at it.
Since the couple had opened their mouths, Jiang Pengji thought for a moment and said, “For the Huaiyu family, giving the child a common name isn’t fitting. Let’s give her a more masculine name, something strong—let’s call her Changsheng. May she live a life of peace and longevity.”
“Changsheng? Good, we’ll go with that.”
Feng Jin finally managed a hint of a smile. The child seemed to respond, smacking her lips and nuzzling against his chest.
As they spoke, dawn had fully broken.
The surviving servants quietly cleaned up the ruins, some having narrowly escaped while many were buried beneath the debris, unseen by the light of day.
Jiang Pengji lifted the curtain and stepped out of the makeshift delivery room. The midwife, with a serious back injury, was sitting on the ground, directing a maid to prepare old chicken soup with a bunch of ingredients beneficial for postpartum recovery. The midwife saw her and quickly had a maid bring a basin, alongside a cloth placed over it containing warm water.
“Young Master, do you want to wash your face? I’ll have the little maid fetch your father’s clothes; they haven’t been worn yet. You can change into them and also wash the wound on your back. If it’s left untreated for long, given the heat, it could easily become infected…”
The midwife watched Jiang Pengji closely, suspecting she’d stumbled onto something terrible. Last night, in the darkness, the earthquake struck so suddenly she hadn’t noticed the finer details. As daylight broke, she thought things over and felt something strange about this young master.
Being a professional midwife, she had sharp eyes and could sense that something was off about Jiang Pengji.
As soon as Jiang Pengji stepped out of the delivery room, the midwife suddenly had an epiphany.
Oh my, what if that Young Master is a girl?
No wonder, Feng’s head wasn’t bothered at all about Young Master Liu helping his wife deliver!
Seeing the expression on the midwife’s face, Jiang Pengji understood.
She dampened the cloth, wiping her face to remove the fatigue of sleepless nights.
“I’m fine; I just need to wear a cloak to cover the wound,” Jiang Pengji replied. Noticing the midwife’s awkward movements, she slightly apologized, “I pushed you aside during the emergency yesterday, causing your back injury… I hope you can forgive me.”
The midwife waved her hand dismissively, “A back injury is nothing. You saved my life; I should be the one thanking you.”
Jiang Pengji relaxed her nerves, only then realizing her back was indeed hurting.
She forced a smile; the wound must have been from when she saved Wei Jingxian last night.
Fortunately, her body was incredibly resilient. If it had been Liu Xi’s original body, when that beam fell, it would have likely caused internal bleeding; under severe circumstances, they might have seen her white backbone through the wound on her back.
Now it was merely a cut; to her, it was just a minor injury.
Uncertain about aftershocks, Jiang Pengji instructed the servants to clear away the collapsed storage house and sift through the wreckage for usable timber, selecting out intact animal skins and fabrics, roughly sewing them together with the skins to build a simple tent.
