Aztec Eternals

The hall was solemn, filled with the breath of fate. Following the shout of Shield Weiters, everyone's eyes turned to look at the past together. I saw Ters holding a strange and unknown brass instrument solemnly in his hand.

This strange instrument, which has never been seen before, looks like a slender curved clip. The clip is about as long as an arm, but not thick, even a little thin. Its front end is two tight leaves with a hole in the middle, which fits the shape of the baby's head, and the back end is a double handle for constriction, with lines that are easy to hold and exert force. It looks rough, and this is a peculiar one. The equipment is more like a short pincer weapon, and its use cannot be guessed for a while.

"It's made? Copper forceps! Simple in shape, but a sacred object that can save countless mothers and babies!"

Seeing the equipment in Tells' hands, Xiulot was refreshed, and hope suddenly appeared on his face. He murmured a few words to himself, then grabbed Yitoya the officiant, and asked in a deep voice.

"Officer Itoya, are you sure that the reason for Naxiu's dystocia is that the baby's skull is not symmetrical and the force of delivery is insufficient?"

"Uh, Your Highness, this is roughly the current situation. It's just that I mentioned before that the root cause is that the herbal medicine she took hurt the life-giving organ."

"Itoya, you take this!"

Shulot acted resolutely, took the copper forceps from Tells' hands, soaked them in a clay pot of alcohol to kill the bacteria, and handed them to the officiant Yitoya.

"Time is running out, no time to say more! This is the forceps of midwifery, the holy thing that the Lord God enlightened me! You are familiar with the body of the mother, use this forceps, carefully find and clamp the baby's head in the birth canal, and then you clamp the baby With the force produced by the rhythmic movement of the head, slowly push hard, and slide the baby out!"

"Ah? Goddess! Use this pliers to get the baby clip out?"

Hearing His Highness's words, the officiant Yitoya's heart trembled, and her whole body trembled. This is different from the choice of protecting the big and the young just now, it is to protect both! She wants to pinch the baby out with her own hands. If anything happens, it will be the direct murderer who killed the royal family and will be executed by blood sacrifice.

"Your Highness, the Lord God is witness! I have never used forceps before. I am not sure."

"You let go and do it! Keep your hands steady, be more careful, and be more courageous!"

Shulot saw it clearly at a glance, and saw the scruples of the officiant Yitoya. He immediately promised to calm the other party's mind.

"The Lord God testifies! Do your best, and if you fail, I won't kill you! You can use a little more force with your hands, the baby's skull is very soft, don't be afraid!"

The officiant Yitoya settled down, holding a brand-new forceps, with a half-smile, half-cry on his face. She has delivered so many babies, of course she knows that babies' skulls are very soft and can deform to a certain extent. But isn't this a different identity? Even if the delivery fails on weekdays, she is still the high priest. But this time, if he fails, he may end up on the altar!

"Then, Your Highness, I will try my best!"

Priest Yitoya took a deep breath, held the forceps with both hands, and tried to pinch them twice in the air. She thought for a while, recalling the practical operation of hundreds of births, and soon suddenly understood the mystery.

"Ah! So that's how it was, how it was clamped so hard! Really, what a wonderful revelation!"

The officiant of Itoya was in high spirits, if not for the urgent situation at this moment, her face would almost glow. With such a treasure, most of the dystocias can be solved!

In many cases, what the mother lacks is the help to break through the key point during childbirth. Babies with disproportionate skulls can also use forceps to deform the skull and pass through the narrow pelvis. Even, under the choice of giving up the baby, the forceps can remove the dead baby conveniently without worrying about the force.

"Apocalypse. What a revelation!."

Within a few breaths, thousands of thoughts turned in the heart of the officiant Yitoya. Afterwards, she put away all her reveries, concentrated all her attention, and began to try to clamp the baby's head.

This dystocia baby, head up and body down, was born in a rare breech presentation. According to practical experience, this productive posture is often dangerous. So at first, when Itoya officiated, when she saw the little feet that were exposed first, she immediately felt a thump in her heart. It was also in this posture that she could recognize that this was a very big prince.

"Your Highness, the Lord God bless you! I have clamped the baby's head and need the cooperation of the mother, let's work together!"

"Okay! Lord God bless you! Naxiu, hold on, hold on!"

Officiant Yitoya knelt on the ground, holding the forceps with both hands, exerting force carefully, while shouting "Strength" in his mouth. Naxiu on the delivery bed, although her face was as pale as blood, her eyes brightened with hope for the first time. She clenched her teeth tightly, endured the terrible pain, and cooperated desperately.

Time passed minute by minute, less than a quarter of an hour, but it seemed as long as a year! There was silence in the side hall, everyone held their breath, watching the baby's body, gradually revealed, and the stagnant delivery was advancing again. It wasn't until a moment later that the baby's head, finally fully emerged, left the mother's body!

"Good! Good! Come out!"

Priest Yitoya suppressed his excitement, picked up the sharp obsidian dagger, and cut the baby's umbilical cord with one skillful stroke. Then, she held the baby in her arms, carefully felt the clear heartbeat, and then slapped the baby's butt hard a few times.

"Wow! Wow!."

In an instant, a loud cry of a baby finally burst out from the young body, as if it was hard work to get the fire out of wood, and only then did the first flame ignite!

"Ah, it's out."

Hearing the baby's cry, Naxiu's bloodless lips finally loosened. She looked into His Highness's eyes and showed a weak smile. Then, she closed her eyes, tilted her head, and remained motionless.

"Nasiu?!"

Seeing this, Xiulot was shocked. He hastily stretched out his hand and sniffed, only to realize that it was just a coma after exhaustion. And the quilt behind the woman has long been soaked in the sweat from the pain, as if it had been washed with water.

"Wow! Wow!."

The crying of the baby continued, loud and clear like the cry of an eagle.

"The fate was once ominous! But at this moment, in front of His Highness Shen Qi, the shadow of death has receded!"

The officiant of Yitoya showed a pious face, and recited a sentence in a deep voice. Afterwards, she lowered her head, held the baby in both hands, and handed it to His Royal Highness Xiulot respectfully.

"Your Highness, this is a strong baby! He has a big head and a heavy body. When he grows up, he will become an excellent jaguar warrior! Praise the Lord God!"

"Praise the Lord God!"

Shulot prayed devoutly before taking his heavy son, holding him in his arms and looking at him. This was his second son, and as he saw it, the first. At this moment, he held this robust child in his arms, looked at the other's wrinkled little face, and heard that powerful cry, his eyes suddenly became a little dazed.

In a trance, some long and unforgettable memories gradually surfaced in my mind. In those blurred memories, a young and burly man once held himself up with his hands like this, with a hearty smile on his face. A middle-aged man wearing a stone crown once hugged himself like this, and shouted his name excitedly.

But today, that young and burly man has aged in time. The middle-aged man wearing the stone crown also closed his eyes and turned into a handful of loess. And the once young self, now holding a baby, has become the man of the year.

"Father. Grandfather!."

Xiulot whispered to himself and stood there for a long time. Until the head of the guard, Eckart, lowered his head and asked for instructions softly.

"Your Highness! What is the prince's name?"

"His name? Just call him Shuttle II."

"Your Highness!"

Hearing this, Eckart, the head of the guard, frowned, with horror in his eyes, and interrupted quickly. At that moment just now, Xiu Luote had a strong urge to give his grandfather's name to his second son as a memory of some kind.

But soon, he woke up. In the Mexica Union, the name of the father and grandfather can indeed be given to the child, but it means some special expectation, and it also symbolizes some unspoken inheritance status. Just like Montezuma II, who bears the name of Montezuma, he is born to be the successor of the predecessor of the Asaya Cartel line. And such a status is not in line with this child's current status.

"Well, let's call him Xo Telpochtli Chicauhtica!"

Hearing such a name, the head of the guard, Eckart, immediately breathed a sigh of relief. "Tipochtli" means "young warrior" and "Chicotica" means "healthy and strong". This name does not contain any divinity, does not have any inheritance bias, it is just an ordinary samurai name.

After finalizing the complete name, a bright smile could be raised on Shulot's face. He held up the crying baby in his arms, and announced it loudly to everyone.

"So, from today on, my son will be called 'Shaokang'! Xiu Shaokang!"