It's not very big, but it has all the internal organs.
It's pretty good for this era.
Zhao Xiaozhen clasped her fingers nervously and watched people coming and going: "I don't know which ward Xiaofu is in."
"Just ask." Zhao Jing smiled, took Zhao Xiaozhen's hand and walked to the front desk of the hospital to ask the nurse.
Fortunately, the nurse I met was easy to talk to.
After learning the ward number where Zhao Xiaofu was located, Zhao Jingyi and Zhao Xiaozhen went upstairs to look for it.
In the corridor on the second floor of the hospital, a man was sitting on the ground, looking a little haggard.
Zhao Xiaozhen looked at the man and whispered to Zhao Jingyi: "Auntie, this is Xiaofu's father."
Zhao Jing followed Zhao Xiaozhen's gaze and saw a man sitting at the door of the ward. He looked to be around fifty or sixty years old, but in fact he was only in his thirties.
Seeing him like this, he guessed that Zhao Xiaofu hadn't woken up yet, so he patted Zhao Xiaozhen's hand gently: "Let's go over and take a look."
Zhao Xiaozhen nodded and walked over with Zhao Jingyi.
"Uncle Third, how is Xiaofu?" Zhao Xiaozhen looked at Zhao Jingyi and Xiaofu's father who was sitting on the ground and didn't notice them coming, and asked.
Zhao Jianmu heard a familiar voice and looked up. It was Zhao Jingyi and Zhao Xiaozhen, and he got up quickly.
She said somewhat dullly: "Auntie, Xiaozhen, why are you here? Xiaofu hasn't woken up yet. The doctor said he is out of danger and will wake up later."
Zhao Jing glanced inside the ward, looked at Zhao Jianmu and asked, "Come and see Xiaofu, why are you sitting outside?"
Zhao Jianmu sighed and said, "I'll just come out and sit."
"Where is your wife?" Zhao Jing took a look and saw that only Zhao Jianmu was there.
Didn’t several people come yesterday?
"Xiaofu's mother went back to get her things. She will be here soon." Zhao Jianmu looked at his unconscious daughter lying on the hospital bed, feeling very uncomfortable, and his voice was full of tiredness and worry.
Zhao Jing took out two white-flour meat buns from the small backpack behind her and handed them to Zhao Jianmu: "Take these and eat them. You won't be able to survive the whole night without eating something."
Without giving Zhao Jianmu a chance to refuse, he stuffed it directly into his hand.
"Xiao Zhen, let's go in and see Xiao Fu. We will go back soon."
After saying that, he took Zhao Xiaozhen's hand and walked into the ward, taking a look at the round-faced girl lying on the bed.
It turned out to be her, she was Zhao Xiaofu, the little girl with two big pigtails and a round face when I saw the educated youth.
Zhao Jianmu was holding two large white-flour meat buns and followed behind with eyes filled with tears. Zhao Jingyi had already finished speaking. If he refused again, he would be acting ungratefully.
When Zhao Xiaozhen saw Zhao Xiaofu like this, her eyes turned red and tears almost fell out.
She and Zhao Xiaofu are very good sisters. Now seeing her lying on the hospital bed with a pale face, she felt guilty and distressed.
Zhao Jingyi did not comfort Zhao Xiaozhen, but looked at Zhao Jianmu and said: "It's getting late, let's go back, remember to eat the buns."
Zhao Jianmu was not good at communication, so he said honestly and dullly: "Well, aunt, please be careful on your way back."
Two and a half-year-old children come and go in a hurry.
As soon as she arrived at the door of the hospital, Zhao Xiaozhen burst into tears.
When Zhao Jing saw her like this, she sighed, stretched out her hand and patted her back gently, silently comforting her.
Children are very innocent, so Zhao Xiaozhen is very sensible if she can hold back her tears.
If he had cried in front of Zhao Mu just now, it would definitely have made Zhao Jianmu feel even more uncomfortable.
Zhao Xiaozhen cried very sadly, sobbing and blaming herself: "It's all my fault. If I hadn't separated from Xiaofu, nothing would have happened to her."
Zhao Jing raised her hand to wipe the tears on her face, and her tone was softer: "I don't blame you, no one can know unexpected things in advance."
Zhao Xiaozhen looked into Zhao Jingyi's eyes with tears in her eyes. Seeing the seriousness in her eyes, she felt better, but she still blamed herself: "But I'm still so sad..."
Zhao Jing interrupted her next words, with firmness in her tone: "I know you are sad and blaming yourself, but this matter is not your fault. Understand, if Xiaofu knows that you blame yourself so much, she will definitely not
happy."
The child is not old, but her thoughts are very simple. She could tell from the way here in the morning that this girl must have gotten into trouble.
She didn't say anything about Zhao Xiaofu, but she always felt in her heart that it was her fault.
Zhao Xiaozhen forgot to cry for a moment, and blinked with tears in her eyes as she looked at Zhao Jingyi, a little confused.
Zhao Jing turned her head, glanced at the sky, and said calmly: "Okay, let's go back. It's getting late. If you don't go back, your mother will be worried."
What she said today was enough to cover what she said for several days. She was not very good at comforting people. She had tried her best to say those words just now.
Zhao Xiaozhen sniffed and nodded: "Yes."
Her eyes were red because she had cried, and she looked like a wronged little daughter-in-law. She followed Zhao Jingyi and walked back in the direction they came from.
Zhao Huaijun, who was looking at the bullock cart, looked around from time to time, feeling uneasy about the two of them and unable to walk away.
Fortunately, he didn't have to wait long before he saw the two of them, and Zhao Huaijun's uneasy heart dropped.
When I walked in, I found my sister's eyes were red. I thought she had been wronged, so I asked in a low voice: "Xiao Zhen, what's wrong with you? What happened?"
Zhao Xiaozhen shook her head and didn't want to say anything. She climbed onto the cart and sat down with her head lowered.
Zhao Huaijun didn't know what to do. He looked at Zhao Jingyi and asked, "Auntie, what's wrong with her? Are you being bullied?"
"It's nothing. I went to see if Xiaofu hadn't woken up yet. She felt uncomfortable." Zhao Jing glanced at Zhao Xiaozhen, shook her head at Zhao Huaijun, and said lightly.
Zhao Huaijun understood, nodded and said nothing, waited for Zhao Jing to climb onto the cart, and drove the ox cart back.
None of the three people spoke a word along the way. They were not as chattering as when they came here. Although it was only Zhao Xiaozhen who talked more, Zhao Jingyi and Zhao Huaijun echoed from time to time.
Zhao Huaijun turned around several times and hesitated to speak. He wanted to speak but didn't know what to say.
Zhao Jing saw it in her eyes, but she didn't speak. She had to come out of this matter on her own, and it was useless no matter how much she said that she couldn't come out on her own.
Back at the entrance of the village, I happened to see the scumbag educated youth Gao Wen'an in the woods on the roadside. He pretended to be polite, smiled like a boar in heat, and stood face to face with Zhao Zhaodi, talking.
Laughing.
Zhao Jing felt quite complicated when she saw this scene. Although Zhao Zhaodi was not very beautiful, she was still a child after all. Gao Wen'an was almost 20 this year.
Six or seven years apart, this Gao Wen'an is really...
Zhao Huaijun also saw it and his face darkened. He had disliked this male educated youth since the first time he met him.
I've been here for two or three days, and I work hard every day, and I'm always making fun of myself. I don't know what I think about this.
Of course, he just muttered in his heart and didn't say it out loud.
"That male educated youth and Zhao Zhaodi?" Zhao Xiaozhen covered her mouth and looked at the two people in the woods in surprise.