Chapter 41 Shit and Piss
The light emitted by the solar street lights is so weak that it cannot illuminate the darkness further away. As for places like hospitals, even if there is a power outage everywhere in the world, there may not be a power outage here, so there is still electricity in the socket and the milk warmer can still be used.
After the saline solution in the bottle was heated to the appropriate temperature, Anran picked up a can of domestic milk powder on the operating table, carefully looked at the ratio, scooped out the milk powder with a spoon, and poured it into the bottle.
The milk mixed with saline solution is naturally not as good as the milk mixed with purified water. An Ran doesn't know whether Chen Jiao's son will have diarrhea after drinking it. She feels a little guilty, but can't find a better way to solve the problem.
She could only stand in the lounge, struggling to think about how she could take a child who might burst into tears at any time from the neonatal department on the fifth floor to the obstetrics department on the fourth floor, just to let Chen Jiao's son have a drink of breast milk.
After a while, Chen Jiao's son woke up after sleeping for a short time, cried loudly, and defecated a lot in his diaper.
"Oh my God!"
An Ran was too busy and overwhelmed. She endured the stench in the air and gently lifted up Chen Jiao's son's feet. She untied the diaper and pulled the diaper covered with poop from under Chen Jiao's son's little butt. Before she could find a way to clean Chen Jiao's son's butt, the baby started crying again.
"Are you guys on a timer? You wake me up once an hour. Are you going to let me live?"
An Ran helplessly put down Chen Jiao's son's feet, and his shit-covered butt was stuck to the bed sheet. An Ran groaned in pain, picked up the baby, picked up the clothes with one hand, fed the baby with breast milk, and covered the baby's mouth while crying.
Then she stood up holding the baby, and An Ran ran to the operating room to get the bottle that had been kept warm. She returned to the lounge and stuffed the nipple into Chen Jiao's son's mouth. The crying sound that was like a devilish sound piercing his brain finally stopped, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
Then An Ran didn't have time to clean up the poop of Chen Jiao's son on the bed sheet. She waited until Chen Jiao's son and the baby were full before she got some clean tissues, wiped Chen Jiao's son's butt, and changed him into a clean diaper.
As for the shit on the bed, An Ran really didn't have the energy to move the two babies and change the sheets of the single bed. She just wiped the sheets stained with shit with paper and fell asleep on the bed.
Over time, Anran got used to the child's poop, pee and farts.
So now, An Ran has also figured out some of the patterns of these two babies. They wake up about once an hour, and when they wake up, they need to eat. And the reasons for poop, pee and fart must be eliminated. In other words, the baby and Chen Jiao's son have no other needs now. They are either hungry, poop or pee, or they are uncomfortable somewhere.
After mastering this pattern, it was more convenient for An Ran to go out for exploration. After the baby and Chen Jiao's son fell asleep, she squinted her eyes and stopped sleeping. She waited until she felt better, then left the two children in bed and started wandering around in the corridor, occasionally even going into the neonatal intensive care unit.
The back door is always easier to enter than the front door. There are also a few medical staff who have turned into zombies in the neonatal intensive care unit, but there are no more babies alive. After An Ran dealt with those medical staff and baby zombies, the fruit knife in her hand has become completely blunt. If she continues to use it, she estimates that it will die at any time.
(End of this chapter)