Before the doctor could say anything, Zhou Yaofu continued, "But what use is a daughter? Daughters will get married when they grow up! A married daughter is like water spilled from a bowl; only a son can inherit the family business!"
In Zhou Yaofu's heart, her daughter was worthless.
If a son is like sending charcoal in snowy weather, then he is indispensable.
That daughter wasn't even a bonus in her eyes.
Otherwise, Zhou Yaofu wouldn't have sent her two underage daughters abroad.
Moreover, after giving birth to two daughters in a row, Zhou Yaofu became pregnant with her third child, but when she went for a check-up at five months, all of them turned out to be girls. In order to avoid having another daughter, Zhou Yaofu had three abortions.
It wasn't until the sixth time that she finally conceived a son.
For Zhou Yaofu, her son is her lifeblood.
This is why Zhou Yaofu is so strict with her son.
She feared that the son she had given birth to at the cost of her life would ultimately amount to nothing, and she feared even more that he would disappoint her.
She hopes her son will become a dragon!
Zhou Yaofu never dreamed that one day her son would lose his life under her discipline.
The doctors and nurses were stunned when they heard Zhou Yaofu's words.
Is this really something a mother should say?
What does it mean to say that a daughter is useless?
It's the 21st century already, why are there still people who are so sexist?
I really don't understand.
At this point, Zhou Yaofu suddenly knelt down in front of the doctor, pleading, "Doctor, I beg you, I beg you, please save my son! He's our only son! He's our life! We can't live without him!"
Zhou Yaofu seemed oblivious to pain, repeatedly banging her forehead against the ground.
One after another.
The doctor quickly helped Zhou Yaofu up. "Mrs. Song, please don't be like this. We really did our best! Please accept our condolences."
After saying that, the doctor continued, "You and Mr. Song should hurry in and see the child one last time. You may never see him again."
Upon hearing the doctor's last words, Song Liangyun immediately ran into the emergency room.
Zhou Yaofu also got up from the ground.
Song Haoran lay on the operating table, covered with a white sheet.
With trembling hands, Song Liangyun lifted the white sheet and saw his son lying on the bed with his eyes closed. His body was still soft and warm, and he looked like he was asleep.
"Haoran! Haoran! Haoran, my son!" Song Liangyun cried as he hugged Song Haoran. "Please open your eyes and look at your father, okay? Don't scare your father, Haoran!"
Perhaps no one can understand Song Liangyun's pain.
No one can truly understand the pain of losing a child.
What Song Liangyun found most unacceptable was that his son didn't have to die; he could have lived.
This is a man-made disaster!
A man-made disaster that could have been avoided.
Zhou Yaofu rushed over, crying and shouting, "Son, Haoran, Mom was wrong! Open your eyes and look at Mom! Please give Mom another chance, okay? Please give Mom another chance, and Mom will try her best to be a good mother from now on!"
"Get out! Get out of here!" Song Liangyun shoved Zhou Yaofu away. "You bitch, get out! It's all your fault! If it weren't for you, would Haoran have died? Haoran wouldn't have died at all!"
Song Liangyun vented all his anger on Zhou Yaofu.
This time, Zhou Yaofu didn't choose to submit passively, but instead chose to resist. She slapped Song Liangyun while crying, and said angrily, "Song Liangyun! Think about it carefully, is it really all my fault? Don't you have any fault at all? You have legs, if I don't let you go upstairs to see the child, will you really not go upstairs to see him? You are the child's biological father! I usually tell you to smoke less, why don't you listen to me? You can smoke secretly, why can't you secretly go upstairs to see Haoran!"
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