Chapter 56 I Can't Support Him

An Ran didn't say anything, and Hu Zhen opened her eyes wide in disbelief. Her eye sockets quickly turned red. She shook her head, ignoring the corpses on the ground, ignoring everything, looking at An Ran, shaking her head, then turned her back and cried, and lay on her bed, sobbing loudly.

There is no need to say anything, no need to say anything! The answer that should be known had been guessed a long time ago. Hu Zhen did not want to know the process. She only knew that her son was dead.

As Chen Jiao's son, who was left at the door, cried, as if he knew that An Ran was going to abandon him. He woke up from his sleep, opened his little mouth and started crying, stretching out his two little hands and dancing around in the fruit basket.

The loud cries echoed throughout the entire corridor of the obstetrics department on the fourth floor, making the scene of zombie corpses lying on the ground seem even more hellish and bloody. An Ran stood a few steps away, looking at Chen Jiao's face inside the ward, which was full of confusion but without any movement. She had the urge to take Chen Jiao's son back home.

The child was too young, only a dozen days old. If he stayed with Chen Jiao, it would be difficult for him to walk out of the hospital alive. But if the child stayed with her, An Ran could only feed him milk. No matter what, in such a bizarre world, it was always much better for a child to drink breast milk than milk.

Moreover, An Ran really couldn't take care of two children by herself. Being tired was secondary. The key was the danger. After the baby cried, Chen Jiao's son cried, and after Chen Jiao's son cried, the baby cried. Seeing that the zombies were becoming more and more agile, An Ran was really afraid that one day she would faint from exhaustion and be besieged by zombies. By then, not only Chen Jiao's son would die, but she and her baby would also die.

Just as An Ran was hesitating, Hu Zhen, who had been crying on the bed, sat up with tears all over his face, looked at Chen Jiao, and asked with a choked voice:

"Your son is crying, and you don't care?"

Chen Jiao was still wearing the same pink pajamas. Apart from some stains that couldn't be wiped off, she was as clean as possible. She bit her lip and looked at An Ran with red eyes. She said aggrievedly and stubbornly, "I can't support him. I didn't want to have this child. I thought he had died on the fifth floor!"

The implication is that An Ran was meddling and rescued her son? "I can't even support him. I can't even take care of my own children. Why are you so kind to take care of your son?"

An Ran raised her eyebrows and angrily said to Chen Jiao that she and Chen Jiao had the same starting point. In fact, in the beginning, she was not as good as Chen Jiao. Looking at the large and small bags of supplies Chen Jiao brought to the hospital, and how many relatives and friends came and went and treated Chen Jiao like a treasure, Chen Jiao's starting point was many levels higher than An Ran's.

But An Ran never gave up the piece of flesh that fell from her body. If Chen Jiao wanted to give it up, it was her freedom, but why should she push the responsibility of raising her son onto An Ran? Just because An Ran was nosy and rescued her son from the fifth floor?

This doesn't make sense, does it?

"I can't support her, I can't support her, I really can't support her!!!"

Chen Jiao seemed extremely excited when she heard the child crying. She couldn't help but shouting at An Ran. As she shouted, she actually started crying. That was her own son. Even if she was as hard-hearted as iron, Chen Jiao would still feel uncomfortable.

(End of this chapter)