Chapter 1194 Zhuang Zhuang is Critically Ill 6
Lu Jiang raised his head, his face full of fatigue and his eyes full of bloodshot. He only looked so miserable on the battlefield.
"No need," Lu Jiang said hoarsely, "Let the child and mother be alone for a while. Don't go in and disturb them. Zhuangzhuang... I know you have done your best."
Doctor Zhang felt a pang in his heart, and the young nurse following him started to cry.
It's so pitiful. Never before have they hated their own powerlessness as much as they do today.
"Army Commander..." Doctor Zhang bent down and patted his shoulder, "Don't forget you and your sister-in-law, there are four children at home waiting for you to go back and take care of them!"
As a doctor for so many years, he was used to seeing children die. Every year and every month, he personally saw several children die. The oldest were six or seven years old, and the youngest were just born. A small cold could take their lives. Some even died in his arms. After so many times, even he himself became numb to it.
After Doctor Zhang and the young nurse left, Guo Xiuying and Wang Sanbao arrived together.
"Qingxue is inside." Lu Jiang stood up. "She is trying to find a solution. Sister-in-law and elder sister, please don't go in and disturb her, okay?"
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Feng Qingxue heard it clearly inside. She lowered her head and looked at her little son who was breathing weakly in the cradle. Big tears rolled down her cheeks.
Early in the morning, Guo Xiuying and others came in and saw this scene.
There has never been a day that feels as long as this one for them.
After putting all the things for infusion into the space, Feng Qingxue hugged her little son tightly, holding him close to her skin.
After hearing this, Guo Xiuying and Wang Sanbao immediately stopped and sighed deeply.
"Zhuangzhuang, Zhuangzhuang, you must be strong. Mom is with you, and Dad is outside protecting you. Let's defeat the disease together! Zhuangzhuang, don't let your name down. It's the name given to you by the founding leaders, and the nickname given to you by the elders in your family. You must grow up to be strong. You are Zhuangzhuang, and you must grow up to be strong."
No one came to disturb them. Lu Jiang came in and locked the door. "Qingxue, I'll hold Zhuangzhuang. You take a rest."
The only response she got was a faint cry, a cry that only came from discomfort.
The injection solution entered Zhuangzhuang's body drop by drop, and the hour hand on the watch moved second by second. By the time the two bottles of injection solution were completely infused, it was already past two in the morning.
"Qingxue, you guys..."
Feng Qingxue directly responded to Wang Sanbao's words, "Big sister, come and see if Zhuangzhuang is feeling better?"
After all, they were worried and wanted to check on Zhuangzhuang's condition and continue to think of a solution. They really couldn't just watch him leave, after all, he was the child they delivered and took care of themselves!
Feng Qingxue looked up at the injection liquid and said, "This pack is almost finished. Keep an eye on it. When it's finished, replace it with another one immediately. Whether our Zhuangzhuang can be safe or not depends on this!"
"Ah?" Wang Sanbao, Guo Xiuying, Doctor Zhang and others thought Feng Qingxue was mentally disturbed. After all, Zhuangzhuang's vital signs yesterday were really minimal, but they had to move closer.
When they saw this, everyone was stunned.
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Zhuangzhuang was actually still alive, with his eyes open, humming, but the sound was so soft that they didn't hear it after they came in, but they could hear it when they got closer, and the volume was no different from that of a mosquito's hum.
In the 1960s and 1970s, the infant mortality rate was definitely higher than the official statistics, because many babies were not registered. According to several of my aunts, several of my cousins died at birth in the 1970s, some from colds, some from lung infections, some from whooping cough and so on, not to mention my mother's generation.
(End of this chapter)