In the corridor of the hospital, two figures remained motionless.

Butterfly's thin shoulders trembled slightly, her whole body sank into the seat, she buried her head in her curled legs, her hands kept clutching her knees, and her already thin body was even weaker at this time, as if a gust of wind could blow her down. Li Xingfeng, who was standing against the wall next to him, put his hands in his trouser pockets, looking at the strange and familiar woman in front of him, and could only secretly rejoice that it was not her who was sent to the rescue room just now...

"Mo... Butterfly, Xiaolu will be fine, don't worry too much, with me, everything will be fine. The sudden reassurance of the wind spread in the empty hallway, but after a long time, there was no response from the butterfly sitting there, and the only thing that could respond to him was the sound of the wind outside the window at the end of the hallway. Li Xingfeng felt that his rash concern was like a gravel, not painful or itchy. But what he didn't know was that his gravel had stirred up ripples in the butterfly's heart after going through these things, but the butterfly didn't know how to face it, she only had Xiaolu. It is precisely because of this that the butterfly is at this moment, concerned about her daughter in the rescue room, and she doesn't dare to think about him at all.

The butterfly put down her legs and raised her head, her eyes were red and swollen, and her chin was still covered with tears, because she was enduring the fear and anger in her heart, her lips were bitten by herself and oozed blood, and her whole face became more and more white under the strong contrast between her red and swollen eyes and lips. She rubbed her hands stiffly, looked at the person next to her, and pulled out a few words from her throat: "I'm sorry, it's all my bad, my bad." Li Xingfeng stared at the butterfly's haggard and self-reproachful face, and his heart couldn't bear it, and a lot of words he wanted to comfort the butterfly were suddenly blocked in his mouth.

"Will Lu be okay?"

"Yes. ”

"Will Xiaolu blame me for not protecting her when she wakes up?"

"No, it won't. ”

"But I blame myself, I can't even protect my own daughter. She's still so young, her whole body must be in pain, but I can't do anything about it. ”

“... If you want to cry, cry out. Butterfly. ”

Butterfly blamed herself again and again in her heart, her heart ached, she didn't protect Xiaolu, the only relative is her daughter, the only companion and beauty are daughters, she only hopes that her daughter can stand in front of her in good health, like a little chick, twittering in her ear can also be noisy. The words of the strong wind lifted her from the tears overflowing in her heart, as if she could breathe again, gasping for breath, hiding her face with her hands, and crying.

If you cry out loud, you will feel a lot more comfortable. The butterfly's cry slowly turned into a low sob, and then from sobbing to a calm daze, and the whole process was as long and arduous as the history of human evolution. Li Xingfeng, who was standing on the side, took his hand out of his trouser pocket, slowly walked to the butterfly's side, bent down slightly, and naturally gently wiped away the tears hanging under the butterfly's eyes with the handkerchief in his right hand, put away the handkerchief and stood up straight, gently brushed her head, and leaned on his waist. From time to time, he patted the butterfly's back and involuntarily whispered, "It's going to be fine, be good." ”

The lights outside the isolation door of the rescue room were on, and the two people in the hallway were still there.

It's been three days and three nights, Xiaolu is still in the rescue room, Butterfly refuses the hospital nurse's suggestion to rest in the lounge, and stays outside the door of the rescue room for three days and nights. She hopes that the first thing her daughter will see when she comes out is herself, she really wants to kiss her child's little face and pinch his little hands.

Li Xingfeng is naturally here at all times, he hopes that her daughter Xiaolu will be fine, he wants to see the rare smile on her face.

At eleven o'clock in the evening of the third day, the corridor outside the rescue room was still quiet and empty, butterflies and strong wind sat on their seats, and the sound of rain outside drowned out the breathing of two people. Suddenly, the door to the emergency room opened, and a nurse came out of it. Seeing this, the two quickly stood up and trotted to the nurse, eagerly asking how the situation was inside. The nurse took off her mask and said tiredly, "Both of them are relatives of the injured?" The butterfly hurriedly glanced at the pair of deep eyes that happened to be looking at her, and when she was worried about how to answer, the owner of those eyes had already said, "Yes." ”

"Oh, yes, because the injured person is very young, and the wound on the thigh is deep, which hurts the artery area, causing massive bleeding. Because there is not enough blood in the blood bank in the hospital now, and the child's relatives need blood transfusions, you see..."Before the little nurse finished speaking, the butterfly rolled up her sleeves and said, "I am her mother, draw my blood." The little nurse nodded hurriedly and took the butterfly to the blood drawing room, and Li Xingfeng couldn't interject for a while, so he had to silently follow the butterfly.

Butterfly rolled up her sleeves and lay on the hospital bed, and Li Xingfeng comforted: "Are you afraid? You've been weak enough these days. Butterfly's pale face softened and shook his head: "Don't be afraid, don't worry." Li Xingfeng stopped talking, and stretched out his hand to hold the butterfly's hand.

But it was a long time before the nurse returned, and looked suspicious. Butterfly couldn't wait to ask the little nurse what was wrong, and the little nurse stumbled, "Are you sure you are the mother of the injured person?" Butterfly heard this, inexplicably froze for a moment, and said eagerly: "I am her mother, I am Xiaolu's mother." What's wrong? Is something wrong?" "You're the mother of the wounded, but the blood doesn't match, and the wounded can't use it." Supposedly, your blood is not mutually exclusive, how can it be different... It's been tested twice, and it really doesn't match..."The little nurse said these words tentatively, and then looked at the strict wind next to her. Li Xingfeng thought to himself that it was really correct with his previous guess, Xiaolu is not the daughter of a butterfly, so whose child is Xiaolu... The cry of the butterfly interrupted the fierce wind that was thinking, and he came back to his senses, and the butterfly had already gotten up from the bed, glaring at the little nurse in front of him in disbelief.

At this time, Butterfly always felt that these doctors and nurses were lying to themselves, they were in the same group as the crazy woman who stabbed her daughter that day, she became more and more angry, anxious, and scared, shouting: "What are you talking nonsense?! Xiaolu is my daughter, I am her mother, what do you mean that she can't use my blood? Don't lie to me! I am Xiaolu's own mother!"

The little nurse was speechless when asked: "This is the test result for yourself, you are not the biological mother of the injured person, and there is no blood relationship between you, so you cannot collect your blood for the injured person." After finishing speaking, he handed the test sheet to the butterfly who was sitting on the bed, and the butterfly looked at the black and white words on the test sheet, and suddenly collapsed weakly on the bed, grabbing the edge of the bed helplessly, but couldn't open his mouth and said, "You are all lying to me."

Li Xingfeng looked at the butterfly in front of him, turned his head to look at the little nurse again, and asked, "When is the latest blood that Xiaolu needs, I will find a way." The little nurse looked at the watch on the wall and said softly, "We have to hurry, the blood in the blood bank is only enough to last until seven o'clock tomorrow morning." Li Xingfeng nodded, he had to think of a way, he had to find the blood bag that Xiao Lu could use as soon as possible, and there was no time to delay.

The little nurse looked at the butterfly paralyzed on the bed, and whispered when she turned to leave: "Comfort and comfort her, if she is not strong at this time, what can the children in the rescue room do." Hurry up about the matter of blood, and please notify us as soon as you have it. Then he left.

Butterfly couldn't imagine how her favorite daughter could not be her own child, and what was even more terrifying was that she couldn't remember what Xiaolu looked like when she was in infancy, as if this memory was cut off alive and came to an abrupt end. She has a splitting headache, all the problems are about to overwhelm her, and from the moment Xiaolu is stabbed by a crazy woman, she feels that she is already weak, and if something happens to Xiaolu, her world will also collapse. But now, has her world collapsed?

Li Xingfeng kept talking on the phone in the corridor, he contacted his friends from all walks of life, and finally found Xiao Lu's usable blood bag in the blood bank of another big hospital in the same city, and sent the blood bag over urgently overnight, and sent it to Xiao Lu's emergency room at 3 o'clock in the middle of the night, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

He trotted back to Butterfly's side, her originally pale face was now even more shocking, and he said cautiously: "Butterfly, I contacted other hospitals to find the blood used by Xiaolu, and it has been sent to the emergency room." Don't worry, Xiaolu will be fine. You have to be as strong as your daughter. ”

As soon as the butterfly heard that the blood had been found, the tears hanging in her eyes fell, and she looked up and looked at Li Xingfeng with gratitude.

"Thank you. ”