In this era, many women suffered after childbirth, bearing children for their husbands yet receiving little care in return. If they gave birth to a daughter instead of a son, they were often treated harshly and denied proper time to recover.
Judging by this young woman's condition, she had likely given birth to a daughter. Even though she was still in the hospital, no one was taking care of her, and she barely had anything to eat.
How could she produce enough milk for her baby if she wasn't properly nourished?
Mother Lu shook her head. No matter how much she sympathized with others, there was only so much she could do to help.
While the Lu family was busy at the hospital, the villagers of Xie Village were equally busy—gossiping. No one knew who started it, but by the time the sun had risen three poles high, word had already spread that Wang Muxiao was in labor.