Chapter 491: Chapter 491

Meanwhile, Jing Shu felt that, having assisted several people in giving birth, there was no reason she couldn’t manage a goose with dystocia. Why not control the goose’s breathing to help it lay its egg?

Sadly, controlling the egg inside was impossible. Jing Shu closed her eyes and let the goose struggle for a while. It exerted itself mightily, but to no avail—the egg wouldn’t even begin to emerge, and attempting to retrieve it manually might crush it.

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This must be because it hasn’t laid eggs in so long. It seems like the rich food was also a mistake. Breaking the egg might work this once, but we can’t do that every time, can we? The lionhead goose has to get through this hurdle. Maybe with enough pushing, it’ll eventually stretch things out.

Grandma Jing pried open the goose’s rear. "Tsk tsk, the egg inside is really big, and this opening is way too small. What about injecting soapy water to expand it? This method has been used in difficult human births before."

So, half a basin of soapy water was infused. Grandma Jing kept working to widen the opening, massaging the goose, while Jing Shu helped it continue to push. Both humans and goose were exhausted. Da Hua was especially anxious and straining.

Mr. Jing smoked his cigar, blinking, unable to help. Gou Dan stayed quiet by the side, and the fat chicken seemed confused by all the fuss.

Grandma Jing’s efforts to widen the opening proved useful, and soon it had stretched considerably. Jing Shu applied a lot of oil for lubrication, and finally, a goose egg struggled out. This proved that applying oil was essential.

Once the first egg was out, the following ones were much easier. Da Hua, as if the gates to a new world had opened, kept squawking as one egg after another emerged. Each one was followed by a long, relieving sigh—truly liberating!

In total, more than a dozen eggs had been constrained inside. Each egg was bigger than a fist. Given the excessive nourishment from the Spiritual Spring, it was no surprise the eggs had enlarged significantly.

The family finally sighed in relief. Even now, they could hardly believe they had not only delivered human babies but also assisted a goose. They were practically veering into veterinary territory.

The phone rang frantically. Jing Shu looked; it was from the "Starvation-Proof Food Safety Authority." Had her Moments post been seen already?

"Hello, how’s Da Hua? Is it egg-binding? How could this happen? That dear thing never had this issue before! Do you need our specialist to come and perform surgery?"

Jing Shu exhaled. "Mission accomplished, mother and eggs are safe. Da Hua laid seven eggs, and each one is healthy. Expect a flock of lionhead goslings in about a month. Congratulations." Best to say less; more than a dozen would be too shocking, more than Da Hua’s yearly yield.

"Phew, that’s a relief, that’s a relief! You’ve really outdone yourself, Jing Shu. We are very reassured with Da Hua in your care. Managing to lay so many eggs so quickly shows your incredible skill. You’re like the Hua Tuo of the apocalypse! We really miss Da Hua and Gou Dan. Could you send us a short video?"

"No problem. I understand, I understand the family’s excited emotions."

Jing Shu then sent a video of Da Hua lying in its nest, radiant with post-birth bliss and exuding a halo of motherhood, with Gou Dan nearby. Soon after, she received a big red envelope of 888 Virtual Coins.

Grandma Jing comforted the trembling, seemingly traumatized Da Hua, "Don’t be scared, dear. Every woman goes through this; it’s just one of those hurdles."

Emmm... something about this picture seems off. Time to get out of here, Jing Shu thought.

Regardless, after this experience, Da Hua should be more relaxed. Its rear had also expanded quite a bit. It reminded her of how Wu You’ai’s mentor had curiously asked, "Does laying so many eggs make a chicken loose?" Looking at Da Hua’s rear, Jing Shu nodded. Going forward, it probably wouldn’t get egg-bound again.

Jing Shu went back to her room, where her phone showed hundreds more messages.

"Come on, take this imperial jade seal and smash a walnut for Xiu’er."

"[Evil grin] Is it that you need it yourself? Why make up some story about a goose that can’t lay eggs? I’ve lived this long and never seen a goose that couldn’t lay an egg."

"Shocking! A wealthy man, suffering unbearable pain down there, offers a high price for an enema in the apocalypse!"

Shi Lei: "Shocking! Learned the 108th new way to flaunt wealth: others raise chickens, I raise geese; others walk dogs, I walk geese!"

Doctor Zhang commented, "Young people are full of vigor, I understand. No need to be shy. Just inject some light saline solution there and give yourself an enema. Remember, hold it for five minutes, and use a wooden plug to block it."

Polygonum multiflorum: "666, Master’s words are most true! Learned another trick! Master is mighty!"

Housekeeper Cai: "Doctor Zhang is mighty!"

Jing Shu thought, Emmmm...

Then, the topic gradually veered off track. What was worse, her Moments post got shared in the group chat again... Jing Shu suddenly had a bad feeling.

In the near future, this joke about her would be spreading all over the world. Impulse is the Devil indeed.

So, Jing Shu quickly posted another picture of Da Hua laying an egg, with the caption: Problem solved. Mother and egg are safe. No enema needed. Thanks, everyone.

Before long, it was filled with comments again.

"I don’t even dare to post comments now. I’m afraid someone will use a Green Dragon Crescent Blade to peel an apple for me, a Nine-Tooth Rake to part my hair in the middle, a Fangtian Halberd to pick my teeth, or use a hundred-thousand-volt high-voltage wire to play ’Ambush from All Sides’ on me..."

"Doctor Zhang is awesome! He quickly solved Director Jing’s constipation problem."

The more they described it, the worse it sounded. Forget it, it doesn’t matter anyway. Moments posts are only visible for three days. Once the buzz dies down, I’ll be fine, she thought.

Of course, these weren’t the only incidents. Hao Yunlai had also woken up. Yang Yang called Jing Shu for help, saying that although Hao Yunlai was awake, he was suffering from aftereffects.

"Aftereffects? That’s normal. What kind of aftereffects?" Jing Shu felt like a doctor listening to a patient list their various discomforts.

It would have been abnormal if there were no aftereffects. Back in the mountains of the United States, she had suffered pain for more than ten days. She couldn’t even walk and had to be carried out of the mountains! It’s like stepping through the gates of Hell only to be dragged back; your body still has to endure the torment.

"Hao Yunlai hasn’t slept for two whole days. He says he’s afraid to sleep."

"What?" Jing Shu was surprised. What kind of aftereffect is that? Why would a grown man be afraid to sleep?

Yang Yang hemmed and hawed for a while, finally whispering, "The aftereffect is probably psychological. He says that whenever he sleeps, he enters the Eighteen Levels of Hell and undergoes various horrific tortures. It feels so real that he once believed he was actually there."

"He also said that during the many days he was unconscious, he had spent them all in Hell. He once believed he would never escape. However, he is still very grateful to you; it was you who pulled him up from the Eighteen Levels of Hell."

Jing Shu felt a cold sweat. Damn it, this might not be nonsense... It could actually be real!