Lu Jiang raised his head, his face was full of exhaustion, and his eyes were bloodshot, only he would have such an embarrassed look on the battlefield. Follow? Dream?. lā

"No need," Lu Jiang said in a hoarse voice, "You let the children be alone with their mothers for a while, don't go in and disturb them, Zhuangzhuang...... I know you've done your best. ”

Dr. Zhang's heart was sour, and the little nurse who followed him burst into tears.

It's so pathetic, there has never been a time when they have been so powerless to hate themselves as they are today.

"Captain ......" Dr. Zhang bent down and patted him on the shoulder, "You and your sister-in-law don't forget, there are still four children waiting for you to go back and take care of them!" ”

After being a doctor for so many years, he has been accustomed to seeing the scene of children dying, which year and month did not see how many children leave with his own eyes? The eldest one was six or seven years old, the younger one was just born, and a small wind chill could kill them, and some even swallowed in his arms, and after a long time, there were too many times, and even he himself was numb.

After Dr. Zhang and the little nurse left, Guo Xiuying and Wang Sanbao came together.

After all, they were not at ease, so they wanted to see Zhuangzhuang's situation, continue to think of a way, and watch him leave, they really can't do it, after all, they are the ones who deliver the children they often take care of!

"Light snow in there." Lu Jiang stood up, "She's trying to figure out a way, sister-in-law and eldest sister don't go in and disturb her, okay?" ”

When Guo Xiuying and Wang Sanbao heard this, they immediately stopped and let out a deep sigh.

The wind and snow could be heard clearly inside, and she looked down at her little son who was breathing faintly in swaddling clothes, and big tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Strong, strong, you must be strong, Mom is with you, Dad is outside to protect you, and we will defeat the disease together! Zhuangzhuang, don't live up to your name, the old chief gave you a big name, the old people in the family gave you a nickname, you have to grow strong, you have to be strong, you have to grow strong. ”

In response to her, there was only a faint cry, an uncomfortable cry.

No one came to disturb, Lu Jiang came in and locked the door, "Qingxue, I'll hug Zhuangzhuang, you can rest for a while." ”

Feng Qingxue looked up at the injection on it, "This pack is almost finished, you stare at it, and when it's over, you will immediately replace it with another pack, can we be strong and safe, but we are all pinning our hopes on this!" ”

There has never been a day like today.

The injection entered Zhuangzhuang's body drop by drop, and the hour hand on the watch walked second by second, and by the time the two bottles of injection were all infused, it was already more than two o'clock in the morning.

After all the things used for the infusion were put into the space, Feng Qingxue hugged his little son tightly and hugged the meat.

Early in the morning, Guo Xiuying and others came in and saw this.

"Light snow, you ......"

Feng Qingxue directly planned Wang Sanbao's words, "Eldest sister, come and see, is Zhuang Zhuang a little better?" ”

"Huh?" Wang Sanbao, Guo Xiuying, Zhang Dafu and others thought that Feng Qingxue was insane, after all, Zhuang Zhuang's life characteristics yesterday were really minimal, but they had to get closer.

At this look, everyone was stunned.

Zhuang Zhuang is still alive, with a pair of eyes open, humming and chirping, but the sound is small, they didn't hear it after they came in, but when they got closer, they heard it, no different from the volume of mosquitoes humming.

。。。 In the sixties and seventies, the infant mortality rate was definitely higher than the official statistics, because many babies were not registered, according to several of my aunts, in the seventies, several of my cousins were born and died, some were affected by wind, some had lung infections, and some died of whooping cough, not to mention my mother's generation.