But obviously, he could only think about it and let it go.
Su Guizhi's house quickly arrived.
Wu Song was led into the cowshed.
Wu Song saw an old yellow cow lying on the ground in pain.
The cow's backside was greatly torn, oozing various fluids mixed with blood, yet the calf's head was nowhere to be seen.
Wu Song reached out and touched the cow's belly, nodding, "It's indeed a breech delivery, and the calf's legs are spread, blocking the birth canal."
"What should we do?" Su Guizhi was so anxious that she was about to cry.
Her husband works away from home for years, never sending money back. She's alone at home, also raising a four or five-year-old daughter, and this cow is her vital economic source.
If she can't handle the difficult birth, not only will the calf not grow to be sold, but the old cow will also perish.
The loss would be too great.
She can't bear it at all.
Wu Song glanced at Su Guizhi.
