Seeing that something was wrong with her, Guarjia hurriedly said to Dr. Shen: "Doctor, can you think of another way? The seven-month-old child can almost survive."
"Seven months..." Dr. Shen stroked his gray beard and said, "If the Fujins agree, I can try to induce labor for Ling Fujin, so that the baby will have a chance of survival, but the process will be very dangerous."
Hearing his answer, Guarjia felt happy. She grabbed Ling Ruo's thin shoulders and said loudly: "Did you hear that? The doctor said your child has a chance to survive!" At this time, only the child could arouse her.
raw**.
The originally distracted eyes were focused again by these words. Ling Ruo looked at Guarjia blankly. For a long time, a numb voice escaped from her mouth, "Really?"
"Of course it's true!" Guarjia knew that her words had an effect, and she breathed a sigh of relief: "Doctor Shen will definitely keep you mother and son safe, so you must hold on and don't fall asleep.
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Ling Ruo nodded, trying to hold on amidst the waves of dizzying pain. The pain reached its peak after she was given oxytocin. Every time the labor pain hit her, it was like tearing her apart, and it was extremely dense.
She didn't even have time to slow down her breath. At the end, she felt the child in her belly pushing out hard, and Gualga's voice sounded in her ears, making her hold her breath and push down.
The knuckles that gripped the brocade quilt so hard turned white. She couldn't hear her breathing or heartbeat. She just used her remaining strength in the endless pain. She wanted to faint more than once, but she couldn't.
She was pulled back and couldn't sleep. For the sake of the child, she absolutely couldn't sleep!
In this way, I don't know how long it took, but she suddenly felt her body relax, and the pain subsided in an instant like a tide. She knew that the baby must have been born, but why didn't she hear the baby cry? Even though she was so tired that it was difficult to even move her fingers,
But he still tried to open his heavy eyelids, "My child...how is he..."
"It's a daughter." Guarjia's smile was a little forced, because she couldn't find Mrs. Wen for a while, so it was Gualjia who was delivering Ling Ruo's baby, following the instructions of Doctor Shen outside the curtain.
After cutting the umbilical cord with burnt silver scissors, he wrapped the child in an old cotton coat and covered Ling Ruo with a quilt. He then raised the curtain to let the anxious Wen Ruyan and Dr. Yu come in.
"Doctor Shen, look..." Guarjia handed the child to Dr. Shen with a worried look on her face. Ling Ruo couldn't see the child, but her heart sank a little while waiting.
After Doctor Shen took a closer look, he sighed and shook his head and said: "A seven-month-old child is always too young, and the internal organs are not fully developed. What's more, it was held in the abdomen for too long before, and there is no way to save it."
These words were like a huge boulder, which made Ling Ruo feel dizzy. She didn’t know where she got the strength from. She struggled to get up from the bed and went to pick up the child. However, as soon as her feet touched the ground, she fell heavily due to lack of strength.
She fell to the ground, her lower body covered with hideous blood. She ignored the pain on her body and just stretched out her hand to Gualja and said hoarsely: "Child, give me the baby!"
Wen Ruyan quickly helped her up. After a moment of hesitation, Guarjia handed the child to her. Ling Ruo hurriedly took it and saw a very small child wrapped in a cotton coat, curled up with her eyes closed.
There, there were a few sparse fetal hair stuck to her head, like a kitten, so cute that people couldn't help but want to kiss her, but why was her face purple and she never cried?
Isn’t it said that children will cry when they are born? Why doesn’t her child cry? Why?
She asked Dr. Shen in panic, turning a deaf ear to Wen Ruyan's comfort. She just stared at Dr. Shen and waited for his answer. Dr. Shen tried to slow down his tone and said: "Fu Jin's child did not develop very well in the womb.
A child in July seems to be the same as a child in June. He should have had a miscarriage and was forcibly preserved by drugs. If he continues to be preserved like this until October,
Basin, there is still a high chance that the child will survive, but he is only seven months old now, and his development is delayed, his internal organs are not perfect, and he cannot breathe on his own, so he will die of suffocation as soon as he leaves the mother's body." He paused and comforted.
Said: "Fu Jin, don't be too sad. Considering your age, as long as you take good care of yourself, you will naturally have children in the future..."
"You're talking nonsense!" Ling Ruo interrupted Dr. Shen sharply, "My child is clearly in my arms, but he is just asleep. He is not dead at all!"
Ling Ruo couldn't help but shake his head, hugging the small soft body tightly, like a hedgehog not letting anyone touch him, lowering his head, gently caressing the child's young cheek, with almost crazy love in his eyes, and murmured
: "My child, go to sleep. My mother will sleep with you next to me. When you wake up, my mother will feed you. Be good, sleep well. When you grow up, my mother will take you to fly a kite."
Catching butterflies.”
"Sister..." Wen Ruyan was about to say something when she saw Ling Ruo making a silencing gesture towards her, "Shh, sister, the baby is asleep, don't disturb her!"
Wen Ruyan's tears fell all of a sudden. She knew that this child was Ling Ruo's lifeblood. If it hadn't been for the child just now, she might have lost the desire to survive. She had to endure this hardship and give birth to the child.
But it was a stillbirth. It was really difficult for Ling Ruo to accept it all at once.
She squatted in front of Ling Ruo and persuaded softly: "Ruo'er, I know you are sad, but people cannot be resurrected. If you are sad anymore, you will only hurt yourself..."
"I told you not to say it!" A sharp, sharp voice suddenly burst out from Ling Ruo's throat. He raised his head, and his beautiful face was twisted like a ghost at this moment. Then he thought of something again, and he quickly lowered his head and patted the girl in his arms.
The baby said lovingly: "Baby, don't be afraid. Mom didn't mean it, don't be afraid!"
"Ruo'er, wake up. The child is dead. Even if you lie to yourself again, the child will not survive!" Seeing her deceiving herself like this, Wen Ruyan's heart ached, tears kept falling, and Luo's shirt was wet.
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"She's not dead!" Ling Ruo yelled angrily, struggled to stand up, held the child with one hand and pushed Wen Ruyan hard with the other, and kept shouting: "Go away! I don't want to see you! All of you!"
Walk!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she received a heavy slap on the face. Guarjia stared at her with tears in her eyes and said: "She is dead! She has been dead since she was born! Niu Hulu Lingruo, what are you going to do to deceive yourself?
when?!"
Ling Ruo stared at her blankly, with despairing sadness gradually gathering in her eyes. She squatted on the ground holding her lifeless child and cried loudly. The child... her child...
She cried so hard that she was shaking all over, but Guarjia just watched silently. Even Wen Ruyan, who originally wanted to come to comfort her, was held back by her. At this moment, what Ling Ruo needed most was to vent, and she could only express her inner hurt with
Only by venting all the pain can she survive this level of difficulty that can drive her crazy!
In this way, I don't know how long I cried until my voice became hoarse. Ling Ruo suddenly hugged the child and stumbled out. No one else could hold her back. Wen Ruyan and others were afraid that she would do something stupid, so they quickly followed her out.
The vast night snow drifts in this world, like a silent lament, mourning the little life that finally came into the world but was unable to open its eyes and take a look.
Life has already come to an end before it even begins, leaving all the sorrow to the mother who conceived her and gave birth to her...
My child, you are so unfortunate that you are born and die; my child, you are so lucky that you do not need to suffer from love, hate, greed, and anger in this world;