Chapter 9 Bed 18
An Ran subconsciously wanted to refuse. The back of her hand was a little itchy, making her feel very uncomfortable. She didn't know if it was because she had washed her hands with the black water. She scratched it a few times and felt that she was not very hungry. But then she thought again and realized that she seemed to have not eaten anything since she gave birth to the baby yesterday. It was strange, why didn't she feel hungry?
She wondered if she was too hungry. This was not a good idea as she might lose the milk she had just produced. An Ran said thank you to Bed 17, took the bread from Bed 17, and ate while walking towards her own bed thoughtfully.
"Hey, can you ring the bell for me?"
At this time, there was no one around bed 18. All those relatives and friends had finally left. Her husband, mother-in-law, and several sisters-in-law seemed to be here just now, but they seemed to have gone to argue with the doctor, asking to be transferred to a VIP room. As a result, the doctor was reluctant to do so, so the whole family went to the doctor's office to surround the doctor.
So the words about bed 18 were said to An Ran. She didn't actually want to find a doctor, she just wanted to press the bell and have someone come to see her.
“You can press it yourself.”
An Ran looked back at the woman lying on the bed. She was about 24 or 25 years old, a year or two older than An Ran. She graduated from a technical school when she was less than 20 years old, worked for more than a year before marrying her ex-husband. She was married to her ex-husband for a year, and it took her another 10 months to give birth to the child. She is only 23 years old now, not even a full year old! So An Ran didn't quite understand. They were almost the same age, both had natural births, but why was Bed 18 lying on the bed, like someone who had a caesarean section, ordering her around.
"I can't get up~!!" The patient in bed 18 was lying on the bed, looking at An Ran with a pitiful face, tears in his eyes, and begging An Ran: "I have a lot of lochia, it's very uncomfortable, please help me."
An Ran ignored her, acting like she had never given birth to a child! In fact, An Ran was also very upset at the moment. She was thinking about how to get her daughter out of the neonatal department. She helped bed 17 to get a piece of bread, but she didn't want to pamper bed 18.
Walking back into her own curtain, An Ran took out her cell phone and ate some bread while thinking about who she could contact at this moment and who would have the energy to get her daughter out of the neonatal department.
The curtain was lifted up again. 17 had some cold sweat on his bed. He endured the pain from the cut and said to An Ran, "Hey, let's talk. Otherwise, I'm in so much pain. What are you screaming for?"
"safely!"
An Ran lowered her head, her eyes fixed on the list on her phone, flipping through the phone numbers in it. She leaned against her bed, with a loose ball of hair hanging behind her head. Her hair looked greasy because she had just sweated profusely. She looked as disheveled as possible.
"My name is Hu Zhen, you can call me Sister Zhen. You look much younger than me. Are you 20 years old?"
"It's full. I'm almost 23."
"Oh, at first I thought you had a baby out of wedlock. You look so young. Why didn't your husband come to accompany you?"
Hu Zhen, who had a caesarean section, seemed to be in great pain. He kept trying to find topics to talk to An Ran. An Ran became impatient and did not even look through the phone book. She just looked up at Hu Zhen lying on the bed and said:
"Sister Zhen, I think this hospital is possessed by evil spirits. I'm going to go out and check the situation. You take a nap."
(End of this chapter)