Chapter 55: Such a powerless
The doctor's office is well-lit, which makes people feel much more comfortable than the dark and cramped blue light room and the narrow internal corridor.
An Ran doesn't like dark places now. She likes sunshine, rain and dew, and soil. Speaking of the three boxes of mineral water, An Ran didn't drink them. She only gave a small amount to the baby occasionally. The rest was prepared to be used to make milk for Chen Jiao's son. After all, the child has been drinking milk soaked in saline, which is not good for the body. An Ran had no choice a few days ago. Now that she has found mineral water, she will naturally use mineral water to make milk for Chen Jiao's son.
After the baby drank a few sips of water, An Ran put the pacifier back into the baby's mouth, left the baby and the flowers and plants in the doctor's office on the fifth floor, and carried the fruit basket containing Chen Jiao's son, went downstairs to the door of Hu Zhen and Chen Jiao's ward.
"Listen up, everyone inside. I've killed all the zombies outside. Chen Jiao, I've left your son at the door for you. It's up to you if you want to bring him in. I've also packed a big bag of milk powder, diapers, and small clothes. I've put them all next to your son. You can do whatever you want."
After shouting these words towards the door and seeing that there was still no movement from inside, An Ran turned around and left. For her, one could say she was a saint or a cruel person, but no matter what, she had to consider the reality.
It was very troublesome for a person to take care of two children in the end times. The most obvious thing was that she simply couldn't take care of them. More than ten days had passed. Did An Ran sleep for three hours a day? It was hard to say.
Of course, after spending so many days together, she had developed some feelings for Chen Jiao's son, so she packed a lot of baby supplies for Chen Jiao. Although Chen Jiao was really annoying, the child was innocent and she had to take care of her own son. Chen Jiao's son was Chen Jiao's responsibility.
There was no way An Ran could help Chen Jiao, a grown person, raise her son. She was already exhausted, and now she had to take care of Chen Jiao's son and her own daughter. Even a saint would not do such a thing.
"Wait, wait An Ran." Just as An Ran turned to leave, the door of the ward suddenly opened. Hu Zhen stood inside the door, looking at An Ran, and asked anxiously: "An Ran, have you seen my son? An Ran, have you seen my son?"
An Ran was silent. She slowly turned half of her body among the zombies. Seeing Hu Zhen not speaking, the question she had thought about before came to her mind again. Should she tell Hu Zhen that her son had turned into a zombie or was eaten by zombies? She was hesitating. In fact, An Ran was still very kind. She could see that Hu Zhen actually wanted to go out with her to find help, but there was no way. Hu Zhen had a caesarean section and was lying in bed unable to move. She had no way to stop the zombies from eating her son at the critical moment.
Sometimes, it is actually very difficult for a mother to accept such a result. Her child has clearly not turned into a zombie and can clearly still be saved. As long as she tries a little harder, she can save her child.
As a mother, for the sake of her child, she is not afraid of death, nor is she afraid of not being able to save her child. What she is afraid of is her own inaction, her own powerlessness, and watching her child in danger but being unable to do anything. Such powerlessness will send a mother straight to hell.
(End of this chapter)