Chapter 120 A Mother's Strength
Qiu Zhifang did indeed leave the hospital at that time.
When Wang Xueli woke up, Gao Yi did not tell her about the massive bleeding and hysterectomy. He only said that the child had low blood sugar and had been sent to the neonatal ward.
After settling everything at the hospital, Gao Tiejun and his wife returned home only to find Qiu Zhifang lying at home...
The elderly couple assumed Qiu Zhifang was upset, so they didn't say much and even offered a few words of comfort.
Suddenly, Qiu Zhifang jumped out of bed, cursing and pointing at the two elders, hysterically listing all the members of the Gao family.
In her opinion, there wasn't a single good person in the Gao family.
Two days after the commotion, Qiu Zhifang finally calmed down and went back to work at her shop as if nothing had happened... dragging her leg, which hadn't fully healed yet.
Two days before being discharged from the hospital, Wang Xueli learned that her uterus had been removed.
After getting off work, Chen Yun went to visit her in the maternity ward. At that time, the last orange rays of the setting sun fell on the hospital bed, seemingly enveloping her in light.
When I got to the bedside, I saw that Wang Xueli's right hand was placed on her lower abdomen, and she was turning it around in circles.
"I asked Director Lin, and you can be discharged the day after tomorrow."
As Chen Yun sat down by the hospital bed, it was as if she were walking into the sunset.
"Second Aunt, how is the child?"
"What did Gao Yi tell you?" Chen Yun asked, raising his left hand to press down on Wang Xueli's hand that was stroking her abdomen: "The wound hasn't fully healed yet."
“She said the child was a little short of oxygen and needed to stay in the hospital for a while, so we should go home first,” Wang Xueli said, then suddenly grabbed Chen Yun’s hand tightly: “I don’t believe it.”
"The child suffered a nerve injury in his left arm, and based on the treatment he has received in the past few days, the chances of a full recovery are very slim."
Chen Yun used technical jargon, which Wang Xueli couldn't understand.
But the word "injured" pierced her heart like two nails.
"Is the child...is the child disabled?" Wang Xueli's voice was very soft, but it trembled and broke.
"It depends on the subsequent recovery."
As a doctor, Chen Yun would explain the difficulties of recovery in advance to prepare parents, but as an elder, she couldn't continue speaking calmly.
After taking a few deep breaths, he explained the potential complications and treatment options.
"The best-case scenario is that it won't affect her basic life skills in the future, but things like writing and using chopsticks, which require fine motor skills, will likely be very difficult for her..."
"It's all my fault...it's all my fault." Wang Xueli seemed not to hear what Chen Yun was saying, and was deeply remorseful.
She couldn't help but think of the advice Chen Yun had given her.
Thinking of the hidden ultrasound report, and the big meals of fish and meat I ate.
My mother-in-law said that the baby in her belly must be a boy, the eldest grandson of the third generation of the Gao family, who will be the apple of everyone's eye in the future.
Those words that once delighted Wang Xueli have now become curses that make her increasingly regretful.
In the future, every time she wakes up in the middle of the night, Wang Xueli will probably remember that it was her greed and ignorance that ruined her daughter's life.
"Shirley!" Chen Yun suddenly lowered her voice, grabbing Wang Xueli's trembling shoulder with her other hand: "If you collapse again, what will happen to the child?"
What to do about the child...?
What to do about the child...?
At that moment, my maternal instincts suddenly surged from the bottom of my heart.
“I want to see the child, I want to... see her.”
No matter how many difficulties the child may face in the future, as long as the mother is alive, there is nothing to fear.
From that day on, Wang Xueli changed.
She began actively recovering, eagerly researching all available information about infant brachial plexus injuries, and also proactively learning about medical knowledge.
Gao Yi and Wang Xueli named their child Gao Su.
I hope her injured arm will one day "wake up," and I also hope her child will grow up strong and healthy and have a smooth life.
Gao Su stayed in the neonatal ward for a full thirty-seven days. Chen Yun personally informed the young couple that they could borrow the child to be discharged next Monday.
Guanming Hutong, Gao Family.
The baby in the swaddling clothes was fast asleep, its tiny lips moving slightly, its right arm unconsciously stretching upwards, while its left arm remained obediently wrapped in the swaddling clothes.
Dong Qiaoying took out a red swaddle blanket embroidered with the character "福" (fortune) to put on Gao Su.
“Your dad said that although we couldn’t have a full moon celebration, we should still have a 100-day celebration for Su Su and invite all our relatives and friends to come and celebrate.”
The swaddling clothes were removed, and everyone could see Gao Su's tiny body.
"mom."
Chen Yun had been standing quietly behind the crowd, watching, when she suddenly squeezed in from next to Aunt Luo.
"Shirley, come and see."
Wang Xueli immediately knew that Chen Yun had something important to tell her, so she quickly suppressed her smile and nodded emphatically.
"I wrote the rehabilitation plan myself, and now it's all up to you to implement it."
Wang Xueli nodded again.
Chen Yun sat down on the edge of the bed and took off one sleeve of the thick cotton coat the child was wearing. The chubby white arm drooped limply onto the bed as soon as it came off the sleeve.
Several sighs suddenly rang in my ears.
“The child is still young, so the massage pressure can be lighter, but…” Just as Chen Yun pressed her thumb on the left forearm joint and rubbed it a few times, the child suddenly opened his wet eyes, his mouth pursed, and he began to cry. Chen Yun looked up: “I saw him.”
Even the slightest discomfort will still cause discomfort, and the only way a child can express this discomfort is by crying.
During the more than 30 days in the hospital, every massage was accompanied by the baby's cries, which made all the neonatal ward staff feel heartbroken.
The long road to recovery ahead will be filled with countless cries from the child, which is the most agonizing part.
"I understand!" Wang Xueli nodded emphatically, as if she had been injected with endless strength. "I will definitely persevere."
And so, I would stop every now and then to comfort the child and then continue the massage, finishing the massage amidst bursts of crying.
Dong Qiaoying was heartbroken and tears streamed down her face. Chen Yun had just dressed the child when she hurriedly wrapped him in swaddling clothes, picked him up, and comforted him.
"My Susu has suffered so much. She has suffered so much!"
Aunt Luo's family just had a grandson, who also has an incredibly loud voice. He yells at the top of his lungs whenever he's hungry or needs to urinate.
As soon as Gao Su stopped crying, another cry came from the east wing, a wailing sob that seemed to pierce the roof.
Why is my little darling crying again!
Aunt Luo was afraid that her grandson's crying would make Gao Su cry again, so she hurriedly ran into Jiang Heping's house.
Although joy was mixed with some worry.
But... the courtyard, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly became lively.
***
As soon as January arrived, the last bit of sunshine disappeared from the northern city, and the cold wind, carrying heavy snow, blanketed the streets.
If it weren't for Gao Su's 100th day celebration, Chen Yun would never have stepped out of the warm room in this kind of weather.
No matter how thickly you wear clothes, the cold wind seems to penetrate your clothes and seep into your bones.
At first, Chen Yun thought everyone was the same, but when she saw Gao Nian'an and Gao Nianping eagerly forming snowballs and having a snowball fight as soon as they arrived at the alley entrance, she realized... it was because she was getting old.
The siblings were playing fiercely, even taking off their scarves and gloves while running around.
Looking at Gao Ming again, his head was tucked into the collar of his coat, and his hands never came out of his pockets.
Ten years ago, a wool sweater was all you needed for a winter in Gaoming, unlike today where you need thermal pants and wool pants before going out.
Once people get old... they can't deny that they're getting old.
"grandfather."
Gao Nian'an, who had run ahead, soon spotted Gao Tiejun. Whenever it snowed, he and Lao Jiang were always the first to go out and shovel snow.
"Nian'an is back!"
Old Jiang's voice came from behind the snowdrift.
"Hello, Grandpa Jiang." Gao Nian'an grabbed Tuan Xue and before he could finish speaking, he turned around and threw it at Gao Nianping.
clever:"……"
Gao Nianping was on guard against her older sister's sneak attack, and with a nimble dodge, she perfectly avoided it. The snowball hit Gao Ming's face with a perfect parabola.
"Dad, why are you piling up the snow in front of our house instead of shoveling it along the wall across the street?"
Chen Yun took off her gloves and brushed the snow off Gao Ming's eyebrows and hair.
"Let's build a snowman for Nian'an and Nianping, knowing you're coming back today," Gao Tiejun said with a smile.
"Long live Grandpa!" Gao Nian'an hugged Gao Tiejun's arm and acted coquettishly, her smile even more pronounced on her face, which was red from the cold. "I'm going to come back and live with Grandpa and Grandma during my winter vacation."
"Alright, alright, Grandpa will have Grandma clean the house," Gao Tiejun said.
"Dad, don't listen to her nonsense." Gao Ming grabbed the broom and pretended to hit Gao Nian'an. "You have a film academy audition next month, aren't you going to go to the training class for intensive training?"
"There are universities that specialize in watching movies?" Old Jiang asked, his hands trembling from the cold as he pulled out his pipe, his face full of envy. "They must be watching movies every day!"
“It’s a school that teaches people how to act in movies,” Chen Yun explained with a smile.
"Those super-handsome celebrities on TV?" Old Jiang was surprised; there were even schools that specifically trained celebrities.
"Nian'an, you should talk to Grandpa Jiang properly. Mom will take the things inside first."
“Mom, I’ll help you,” Jiang Nianping said.
"Go next door and play with Shuai Shuai. Just stay inside and don't go out."
"Okay."
Guanming Hutong has an excellent location, and commercial facilities have sprung up like mushrooms in the past two years, leading many people who work nearby to choose to rent houses in the hutong.
After Chen Yun and Gao Ming moved out, three of the five vacant rooms were rented out.
Wang Xueli prepared a room specifically for Su Su's rehabilitation, and Gao Ming specially asked a friend to buy various rehabilitation equipment from abroad.
The remaining room was reserved for Gao Nian'an and her brother, who loved to come here during winter and summer vacations.
"mom."
"Coming!" Dong Qiaoying poked at the fire in the charcoal brazier with the tongs, her hands continuing to knit quickly. "Come warm up by the fire, we'll go out to eat at a restaurant for lunch."
In the past, I had to personally handle all the arrangements for holidays and festivals. After finishing, I was so tired that I could barely straighten my back, and I still had to think about whether I hadn't treated everyone well enough.
Unlike now, when guests arrive, they go straight to the restaurant, eat, wipe their mouths, and leave.
"Why don't you come inside? It's so warm inside."
"It's stuffy inside," Aunt Luo quickly replied.
Dong Qiaoying was a step behind, but then nodded in agreement: "It's still more comfortable to warm yourself by the fire. Otherwise, you get restless after just a few words inside."
Even though every household has central heating, the older generation still cherishes the warmth brought by a bonfire.
Of course, it wasn't entirely because I felt bored.
They simply preferred the feeling of chatting around the fire, with a view of the yard when they looked up.
The spot where Dong Qiaoying and Aunt Luo were sitting... allowed them to hear about 70-80% of everyone talking in the entire courtyard.
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