1440, the warmth of this world
Listening to a group of people looking around there, and all kinds of discussions, I don't know why I thought of Zhang Xuemei, she was stunned, and her steps unconsciously stepped forward.
"Hey, hello, what's going on here?" The New Year's painting found a melon-eating crowd who looked quite kind and asked.
"Just now, a black child was suffocated to death by his mother's own hands, covered with a pillow and hand towel, and the mother was taken away by the hospital director."
"Black kids? Why did his mother put him to death? ”
"Well, a child who doesn't slip in the dark, his whole body is the same as black mud, and I don't know what kind of life he is with, it's the first time I've seen this kind of child."
I wanted to ask again, but I saw two men in white coats pushing a small car out of the hospital, the car was covered with a white cloth, and the wind blew gently, revealing the black and small lotus root arm, and the New Year's painting covered his mouth.
Ever since she had steel bullets, she couldn't see this kind of scene, and lying on the car was the child who was killed by her own mother, a black child.
In her original world, mixed-race children were very common and common, but in this era, even if a black child is not killed, the growth environment is probably worrying.
"Hello doctor, excuse me, I would like to ask what you are going to do with this child?" The New Year's painting walked out of the crowd, came to the doctor and the car, and asked with sadness.
"The child's mother doesn't want to deal with it, so we will send it to the morgue first, and then arrange it with the relevant agencies."
"I, I want to ....... Can I meet the child's mother first and then decide what will happen to the child? I know I'm asking for a ....... I'm a, I'm a mom, my kids are very young, he's ...... He's so small, I want to do my part. The New Year's painting held back the tears that were about to overflow his eyes and explained forcefully.
"Do you know the child's mother?"
The New Year's painting shook his head.
"If it's not a relative, I'm afraid we can't do this, and now the child's mother is very emotionally unstable, we can understand your desire to help, but ......"
The doctor also has his own position and difficulties, and explained it very tactfully to the New Year's painting, and finally the New Year's painting watched the doctor push the child away, and finally couldn't help crying.
At this time, two or three middle-aged women stepped forward and persuaded: "This girl, we all know that you are kind-hearted, but you also have to divide people, this matter is not worth it!" ”
"Yes, yes, I heard that this girl works in a dance hall, and she doesn't learn to love herself, she doesn't know who she knows, she gave birth to a child in the hospital toilet with a big belly, and when she gave birth to a child, she didn't have the face to cover her face directly, this kind of person is not worthy of sympathy."
"Girl, listen to my aunt, don't be nosy, just look at this matter, her family hasn't come, it's not our turn to worry."
The aunt who spoke was also thinking about the New Year's painting, and the New Year's painting nodded slightly to the aunt, and went to the small store in a low mood to buy daily necessities such as hot water bottles and hot water bottles, and returned to the ward, handing the hot water bottle to Liang Jizhou, who carefully placed it under the steel bullet hanging bottle tube, and then gently covered it with a towel.
The New Year's painting sat on the other side of the hospital bed and kept silent, and was frequently distracted.
"New Year's painting, what's wrong? What happened to you on a trip? ”
The New Year's painting looked at Liang Jizhou and sighed: "Liang Jizhou, just now I saw a newborn baby being covered to death by his mother's own hands, and then the baby was cold and uncared for, and was pushed to the morgue by the doctors. ”
Liang Jizhou got up and slowly walked to the side of the New Year's painting and hugged her into his arms: "You want to help him?" ”
The person in his arms nodded slightly, and Liang Jizhou hugged her tighter: "The director of this hospital has a good relationship with Liu Chuang's family, if you want to help him, we can find Uncle Liu." ”
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