The sudden sound of hurried footsteps brought Fang Yan back to her senses. She turned her head and saw Zhang Jizhou staggering into the emergency room.
Fang Yan vaguely recalled that just now, the doctor seemed to have asked them to go in and see their child one last time.
Without thinking twice, she quickly followed after him and rushed into the emergency room.
The child was just a tiny, all-too-little bundle, lying motionless on the hospital bed.
Perhaps she was too grief-stricken, or perhaps she still couldn't believe that her child was gone.
Zhang Jizhou stood two steps away from the hospital bed, staring at the child without moving, not daring to go forward to hug or touch him, for fear that the cold, stiff touch would force him to accept the fact that his child was gone.
There was originally a doctor and a nurse in the ward. After they came in, in order to make room for them, the two of them only told them, "Don't touch the equipment in here."
Then he turned and left.
Seeing the child so thin and bluish-purple, lying there lifeless like a worn-out doll, Fang Yan felt so distressed that she almost couldn't breathe.
I wonder if my child will still be able to swallow food?
I wonder if the spring water in the space will be helpful for the child's condition?
Yes, Fang Yan has a kitchen space.
That was a piece of chalcedony passed down through the Fang family. When Fang Yan was eighteen, it transformed into an invisible kitchen space that only she could freely enter and exit.
Fang Yan could feel that the kitchen space had followed her through.
In the kitchen, there is a small spring, from which flows clear and sweet water.
More importantly, it has the effect of strengthening the body.
Previously, due to staying up late to do live-streaming sales, her health was very poor. She was constantly suffering from minor and major illnesses and had to go to the hospital every few days.
Unintentionally, she started drinking tea made with spring water, and her body gradually became stronger and healthier. Now she no longer needs to go to the hospital.
However, the spring water in the kitchen only has therapeutic effects, not the ability to bring the dead back to life. I don't know if it's safe for children to use.
It will not harm the child's body.
Fang Yan took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention and quietly filled a small bottle of spring water from the kitchen space.
She walked straight to the hospital bed, but before she could even touch the child, she was pulled backward by an incredibly strong force.
The original owner was thin and in poor health, so she was unable to stabilize herself in the face of this powerful force and kept retreating.
"Bang..."
Finally, her back hit the door, bringing her to a stop.
At the same time, she was in so much pain from the impact that she saw stars and almost died.
"Fang Yanyan! What else do you want to do!" Zhang Jizhou's eyes were bloodshot, like a raging lion, as if he was about to open his bloody maw and swallow the other person whole at any moment.
Having lived two lives but never experienced love, Fang Yan looked at the extremely angry man.
To be honest, she was genuinely a little scared, her heart was pounding, and her little feet were trembling slightly.
However, she knew very well that this was the critical moment for whether or not the child could be saved.
Although she didn't know if the spring water would have any effect on the child, she wanted to try her best.
Whether it's useful or not, she's determined to give it her all.
Therefore, she absolutely cannot back down at this moment.
After silently cheering herself up, Fang Yan stood up straight and looked directly at Zhang Jizhou, "I want to hug the child."
"You have no right to see your child one last time, and you have no right to touch your child. Get out!"
A murderous intent seemed to be slowly rising in Zhang Jizhou's bloodshot eyes.
Yes.
Fang Yan was certain that what was slowly gathering in his eyes was killing intent.
However, judging from his clenched fists, which he repeatedly tried to raise but was suppressed by his strong willpower, it was clear that he was trying his best to control his emotions.
If he really wanted to kill me, it would be as simple as lifting a finger.
Fang Yan was so scared that she almost couldn't stand up, but she gritted her teeth and forced herself to stay upright!
I wanted to shout back at him with righteous indignation and overwhelming force.
Perhaps it was the original owner's pent-up resentment that was causing her tears to stream down her face before she could even speak. Her voice was filled with grievance as she cried, "I carried this child for ten months and raised him with all my love and care. You haven't taken care of the child for even a single day. Why won't you let me see the child or hold him?"
Hearing her accusations, Zhang Jizhou felt a pang of guilt, but the thought that his child had been beaten to death by this wicked woman immediately ignited his anger again. "Just because you beat the child to death with your own hands! You have no right to see him or hold him!"
"Even tigers don't eat their cubs, yet I've beaten my own son to this state."
You didn't even ask me why I beat the child like this.
"You keep condemning me, Zhang Jizhou, you don't deserve to be my husband!"
As she spoke, the original owner's emotions gradually subsided, and Fang Yan began to regain her composure. She stopped crying and simply looked coldly at Zhang Jizhou, "Also, who said the child is gone? My child is not dead!"
For some reason, she suddenly had a very strong premonition that the spring water in the kitchen would definitely have an effect on the child!
“Zhang Jizhou, whatever I do to the child next, you'd better not interrupt me again, or else…”
Emma!
She was putting on a convincing act, but she just couldn't think of a way to threaten him.
Fang Yan had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue pretending. "When I get ruthless, even I'm afraid of myself."
He left behind this ambiguous statement.
Fang Yan then bypassed the man in front of her and walked straight towards the hospital bed.
There were no chairs to sit on in front of the beds in the emergency room.
Fang Yan simply kicked off her worn-out shoes, climbed onto the hospital bed, sat down, and then carefully took the child into her arms.
He was a three-year-old child, yet he was so light that you could hardly feel his weight.
Her hands and feet were so thin they were just bones, and her body was covered with new wounds on top of old ones.
Fang Yan was so heartbroken that tears streamed down her face. She lowered her head and whispered in her child's ear, "Baby, I'm sorry! Mommy was wrong. Mommy will never hit you again."
Although the child's eyes were tightly closed, he could hear, but his little mouth moved slightly without him being able to speak.
However, tears streamed down his face.
I don't know if it was one of Fang Yan's words that struck a nerve with Zhang Jizhou, or if her threat had any effect?
This time, he actually didn't stop Fang Yan from holding the child.
Seeing the tears streaming down his child's face, this grown man also silently shed tears.
However, even though the wicked woman seemed unlikely to harm the child now, Zhang Jizhou did not dare to let his guard down.
Therefore, when he saw Fang Yan take out the spring water she had prepared in advance, he immediately rushed over...
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