TFWYH – Chapter 137 Poisoning of the Cub

Removing the stitches wasn’t difficult—Tang Wan finished quickly and neatly.

Afterward, she checked Madam Wei again and asked her a few questions.

A cesarean itself wasn’t the hard part; the challenge was in the recovery afterward.

They had to monitor things like the amount of lochia and body temperature.

If it were a high-risk mother, anticoagulant injections would even be necessary.

But Madam Wei… before pregnancy, she had clearly been well-nourished and treated by a highly skilled physician, so injections weren’t needed.

Tang Wan dutifully said:
“You can go home now. Recovery is going well, but don’t get careless—especially with your diet. Keep it light. Take short walks each day, but avoid strenuous activity. If there’s any problem, come to Ji Min Medical Hall to find me—Doctor Li knows where I live.”

“Good, good, good!” Madam Wei was overjoyed at the thought of going home.
“You have no idea—lying down all day, I feel like my whole body is about to waste away.”

Wei Ziyan quickly added:
“Lady Ling, could you also prescribe some medicinal meals for my mother? I want to help her recover properly.”

Recuperation?

Tang Wan frowned, then nodded.
“Fine. Besides dietary therapy, breastfeeding is best. Breast milk is healthiest for the baby, and it also helps the mother recover.”

“Alright, I’ll remember everything!” Madam Wei said, then pulled Tang Wan down to sit beside her, eyes full of gratitude.
“You truly are my great benefactor—I don’t even know how to thank you!”

To her warmth, Tang Wan only replied with four words:
“A doctor’s duty.”

The more Madam Wei looked at her, the more she approved. Though Tang Wan’s demeanor seemed rather cool, her gaze was upright—clearly not the type of deceitful person.

Madam Wei chatted with her a while longer before letting her go, even inviting her to visit the Wei household whenever she had free time. In the end, she even asked for Tang Wan’s address, planning to call on her personally once she fully recovered.

Tang Wan didn’t think too much about it and simply gave the address of her new house.

Just as she was about to take her leave, her eyes suddenly fell on the baby in Madam Wei’s arms—and she froze.

“Lady Ling, what’s wrong?” Madam Wei glanced at Tang Wan, then at her baby, confused.

Tang Wan’s brows furrowed deeply. She said nothing, but immediately unwrapped the baby’s quilt, carefully feeling his belly and chest, and finally took his tiny wrist to check his pulse.

Madam Wei and Wei Ziyan were both alarmed by her sudden actions. Wei Ziyan grew anxious:
“Is my little brother sick?”

Tang Wan pressed her lips together, silent for a long while before withdrawing her hand. Her voice had turned cold:
“What exactly has the baby been fed these days?”

“Just milk! My mother’s, and we also hired a few wet nurses for a time—but they’re not here now!” Wei Ziyan said quickly, panic rising.
“What’s wrong with my brother?”

Madam Wei’s heart tightened too, though as the magistrate’s wife, she forced herself to remain composed despite her worry.
“Lady Ling, speak plainly.”

Tang Wan looked at the mother and daughter for a moment before focusing on Madam Wei.
“Have you not noticed the baby’s skin is very yellow?”

Madam Wei frowned.
“I have, but Doctor Li examined him and said it was neonatal jaundice. Normal. It should fade in time.”

“It is jaundice—but not the normal kind.” Tang Wan shook her head.

Madam Wei’s face instantly went pale. Tang Wan hesitated a moment, then explained clearly:
“Jaundice is either physiological or pathological. The former is normal, the latter is not. I’ve checked—the baby has ingested something he shouldn’t have. His liver function is damaged. That’s why it’s pathological jaundice. If it keeps dragging on—he’ll die.”