Chapter 125 Production 6
After Mrs. Zhao drank the decocted medicine, she waited in the delivery room for another half an hour, and there were still only Mrs. Zhao's cries of pain in childbirth and the mother-in-law's nervous and anxious instructions.

"Doctor, let the doctor come in again to have a look." Aunt Chen hurriedly ran to the door of the delivery room and shouted, the little lady's amniotic fluid was almost running out, and it would be a disaster if she couldn't reproduce.

Hearing the midwife's voice, the doctor entered the delivery room again, felt Zhao's pulse, and then shook his head weakly, "I can't do anything, if I only protect the adult, I might give it a try, otherwise I can only wait until the end."

Zhao still had hope in her heart, even though the doctor said she was so desperate, she was not desperate, but her body was already very weak, "Qing'e, child, child".

"Yunya, at this time, you can't be stubborn anymore, just choose, Wuyou and Wen'er are still so young, you can't leave them alone," Zhou Qing'e persuaded her with tears.

Why is God so closed-eyed?Why should such a good person and such a family suffer?
"No, I want a child, I want it, the child can't be lost, can't be lost", Zhao's face became paler, but his eyes were still so stubborn.

Zhou Qing'e was helpless. If Zhao did not change her mind on such a matter, she would not be able to make a decision, "Ms. Chen, you watch first, I will go out and talk to the two children."

The doctor in the delivery room had already gone out first, and he also told Jiang Wuyou and Jiang Wen about Mrs. Zhao's situation.

It was the first time for Jiang Wen to encounter such a cruel thing. Obviously just this afternoon, his mother was still joking with him, and was still discussing that the family would definitely be more lively when his younger brother was born.

But now, how long has passed, as if a century has passed, my mother is beside me, suffering from the torment of childbirth, she is pale and weak little by little, and her life is dying.

"Wen'er, Wuyou, you two discuss it and make a decision. If you can't keep both, then make a quick decision and keep the one you can keep." Zhou Qing'e looked at Wen'er who was streaming down her face and silently choked up. Jiang Wuyou couldn't bear it.

Jiang Wuyou clenched his fists, listening to the heart-piercing screams in the delivery room, is God really so unfair?
Do you have to suffer all kinds of hardships and experience all the sorrows of humanity before you are willing to give up? Inside are his mother and younger brother. How to choose can be good, how to choose, so that the heavens can let our family go?

"Aunt" Jiang Wuyou stared blankly at Zhou Qing'e with red eye circles, her black and white eyeballs turned red, and Zhou Qing'e was terrified when she saw it.

What kind of eyes are there, despair, sadness, madness, stubbornness, helplessness, and deep depression, so complicated, as if it is not a teenager, but a suffering person who has experienced torture.

"Let, let the doctor prescribe the medicine, and try to keep my mother." After saying that, Jiang Wuyou seemed to have exhausted all the strength in his body, and then took a step back, almost falling to the ground.

brother, brother, brother,...

I'm sorry for you...
Jiang Wuyou closed his eyes, and let the tears pour out wildly, let's flow, flow out all the resentment in his heart, flow out all the sadness in his heart.

"Doctor, please." Zhou Qing'e looked at Jiang Wuyou's gloomy complexion and Wen'er's dull expression, and said the decision with difficulty, "Prescribe the medicine for the parturient."

(End of this chapter)

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