Addicted to Love: Baby, be good

The doctor raised his hand and clapped on his fart, but there was still no movement.

"What's the matter?" The doctor looked serious, thinking that she was not strong enough, and she slapped again.

Snap, snap.

The slap is clear.

The child still didn't respond. A doctor reached for the child and said, "I'll come."

A few shots, no results.

She stretched out her index finger and put it under the child's nose, her face was terrible.

"No breath..."

The voice of this sentence is very light, but the Yanyi people just heard it.

Her pupils were constricted, and she held out her hand sadly, and cried, "child, my child!"

"Don't get excited!" The doctor grabbed her hand and comforted her: "the child will be OK!"

However, when Yanyi snatched the child, the bun did not breathe.

Yanyi people can't accept the result, holding the baby and crying into tears, their voice trembling over and over again called xiaobaozi.

Outside, the anxious waiting crowd, seeing the doctor coming out, surrounded them one after another.

"What's the matter, doctor?"

The doctor pulled off his mask and said, "I'm a little boy..."

"Great!" Zhou muyao hugged Chu Qian, his eyes moist.

Mrs. cloud also breathed a sigh of relief and put down her hand that tightly grasped Yunan's arm.

"But..." Under great pressure, the doctor said the sad news: "in the process of birth, the child died of hypoxia and suffocation in the mother's body."

"What?!" Qi Fenghe, who had not yet received the smile, changed from a surprise to a sad news, which she could not accept for a moment.

In the dark, the sky suddenly turned.

"Grandma!" Chu Yixiu held her. "Don't get excited."

The doctor lowered his head: "please be patient."

"How could it be like this? How could it be..." Mrs. cloud murmured and rushed into the emergency room.

Yan Yi people have been unable to bear the blow and fainted on the operating table.

The child was held by the doctor, and Mrs. cloud took a look. She reached under his nose and didn't breathe.

As soon as her heart cooled, she took back her hands and closed her eyes painfully.

After nodding, the doctor carried the child out for the last time.

Yan Yiren has fainted. Qi Fenghe looks at his grandson and makes a decision: "cremation When an Iraqi wakes up to see a child, he will only be more sad. "

Now that it's over, the dead children always have to deal with the aftermath, sooner or later.

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A week later.

In the quiet ward, only Mrs. Yun's voice was heard.

On the bed lay a delicate, pale woman.

Mrs. Yun took a wet towel and wiped her hands carefully. "Yiren, you have been sleeping for so many days. Wake up quickly. Ganma is worried about you. Can you bear to see Ganma so sad? "

The nurse reminded her, "Mrs. cloud, it's lunch time. Go to dinner. We are here. "

Mrs. cloud shook her head. "I have no appetite. Please eat later."

Put down the towel in her hand, Mrs. cloud raised her hand and touched Yan Yi's emaciated face: "Yi Ren, wake up quickly."

For a long time, the people in coma, lashes gently vibrated twice.

Mrs. cloud thought she was mistaken. She held her breath and stared at Yanyi for a moment.

Next second, the closed eyes finally opened after a week of coma.

Yanyi people open their eyes and see the dazzling white.

The taste of disinfectant water is really unpleasant.