"What should we do?" Li Qi’an clutched Lin Hao’s clothes tightly again, too scared to open his eyes, hiding behind his classmate. Just recalling the scene he had just witnessed made his whole body uncomfortable as if he were about to shiver.

Looking at Lin Hao, who was equally tense, Li Qi’an’s plea for comfort agitated him: "You’re the one interning in obstetrics, and you’re asking me!"

Who’s supposed to comfort whom? Shouldn’t it be you, Li Qi’an, saying some technical words to reassure Lin Hao that the situation isn’t scary?

"No, no, I’ve never seen—" Li Qi’an shook his head vigorously.

The breech delivery assistance procedure, as previously mentioned, is rarely seen in the delivery room; if it occurs, it’s usually managed with a cesarean section. Li Qi’an, as a young medical student, had spent very little time in obstetrics, let alone seen a breech delivery. Medical students have brief internships, mostly learning about common cases; encountering rare cases requires a stroke of luck.

Hearing Li Qi’an’s reasoning, Lin Hao let out an "uh" sound from his throat: This is bad; their class’s female top student, Xie Wanying, and Beidu’s Song Xueling probably haven’t encountered such a case either. No wonder those who came in later saw them both seemingly at a loss, trying their best to hold on.

The scene in front of them was starting to resemble a horror movie, with the baby’s single small buttock and leg appearing to be stuck in the mother’s birth canal, unable to move forward or backward.

If it remains stuck, wouldn’t the child end up being crushed to death?

You tell me if that’s terrifying or not?

The sound of Lin Hao’s throat rolling was accompanied by Li Qi’an’s frightened rambling, both of their hearts were about to leap out of their throats.

Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, the teacher is here. The students on site encouraged themselves by looking at the boss, the teacher.

The presence of the boss can stabilize the situation. Song Xueling and Xie Wanying shared the same thought, believing that as long as the teacher was here, everything could be resolved once the teacher entered the room.

"Quick, quick, quick, Old Du." Doctor Tang, having collected himself, rapidly rushed into the bedroom, set his medical kit onto the table with a snap, and swiftly opened the lid.

Those around took a glance and could see that the medical kit from the Du Family had obstetric forceps at the top, wrapped in sterilized disposable packaging. An accompanying emergency nurse exclaimed in surprise: impressive, the items they brought from the hospital emergency room were far less complete and professional than Old Du’s kit for obstetrics.

"Gloves." Du Haiwei issued the command with a steady voice while standing behind Song Xueling, calmly observing the fetus and the mother’s birth canal, scanning the two hands supporting the fetus, making an accurate assessment of the situation.

The more urgent the situation, the more imperative it is to stay composed.

The immense presence of the obstetrics boss suppressed the scene, and the rescue proceeded in an orderly manner.

Doctor Tang cooperated with her husband, retrieving the sterile gloves.

The situation was urgent; after a simple wipe with disinfectant, Du Haiwei donned the gloves, ready for action.

Doctor Tang called out to the two young medical students standing at the door: "Go get hot water—"

Upon receiving the teacher’s order, Lin Hao and Li Qi’an dashed to the bathroom and kitchen, respectively.

Li Chengyuan took the stethoscope and stepped forward to assist with the nurse.

Grabbing the mother’s left hand, the nurse routinely searched for a vein to place a backup needle, preventing a lack of intravenous access if the patient suddenly needed emergency infusion and medication later.