run kid

"Kid!!!"

Zhang Yu stood up suddenly and shouted, attracting the attention of all relatives and friends around him.

"Xiaoyu, what's the matter with you? Are you okay? Isn't the kid you adopted before gone?" Zhang Yu's father walked to Zhang Yu's side at this moment, looked along Zhang Yu's line of sight, and said worriedly .

"Is it because I'm too tired these two days, why don't you sit here, Xiaoyu, and lean against me for a while," Yang Xin's father also said aloud at this time.

"Yeah, I guess I've been too tired these two days," Yang Xin's mother said softly.

However, Zhang Yu completely ignored what the people around him said, and just stared blankly at the door of the operating room, because that sense of familiarity was there.

At this moment, the little boy who had already passed through the door of the operating room with one leg stopped, retracted the leg that he stepped into the operating room, and slowly turned around to look at Zhang Yu who was looking straight in his direction. With a pure smile and firm lips, he opened his mouth and silently uttered two words:

"dad,"

Zhang Yu, who was looking straight at the door of the operating room, suddenly felt that something was flowing down his cheek, and he stretched out his hand to brush it. It turned out to be his own tears. At this moment, Zhang Yu's tears couldn't stop flowing down. A cloud of sadness hangs over, a sadness of the loss of a loved one.

"Little Tong, Dad is sorry for you!"

Zhang Yu's legs went limp, and he slumped on the ground, looking at the door of the operating room with eyes blurred by tears, there seemed to be a figure smiling at him again, it was the figure of a child,

"Little boy..." Zhang Yu, who was slumped on the ground, stretched out his hand towards the door of the operating room, but he couldn't touch the figure.

Xiaotong looked at Zhang Yu's face, with a smile on his face, without any sadness, and opened his mouth softly again: "Goodbye, Dad," then turned around and walked through the door of the operating room, and walked into the operating room.

Just when Xiaotong said that, Zhang Yu heard it clearly, but the next second, the figure of Xiaotong disappeared into the door of the operating room. At this point, Zhang Yu stretched out his hand to the door of the operating room, feebly drooped down.

"Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, what's wrong with you, don't scare mom, mom is just a son like you, and your wife is still giving birth to you inside, and the boy is gone, you must cheer up, mom believes in you , son, you must have nothing to do!" Zhang Yu's mother knelt in front of Zhang Yu at the moment, held Zhang Yu's face in her hands, wiped away the tears that kept sliding down Zhang Yu's face, and said loudly.

……

In the operating room, the doctors and nurses were encouraging the figure on the delivery bed, and roars came from Yang Xin's mouth. At this moment, Yang Xin was already sweating profusely, and the labor pain made her life worse than death, but she still persisted.

However, I don't know if it was because of the pain, but in Yang Xin's vision blurred by sweat, a small figure appeared. A trace of remorse appeared on his face, and he muttered in his mouth:

"Little boy, mom is wrong, mom won't eat pine nut bean paste anymore, never again, come back, okay?"

Looking at Yang Xin's outstretched hand towards him, and listening to Yang Xin's words of persuasion, a smile flashed across the corner of the boy's mouth and eyes,

"Yang Xin, work hard, work hard, don't give up, you can already see the baby's head," the doctor standing in front of the delivery bed did not hear Yang Xin's murmured words clearly, and clasped Yang Xin's right hand tightly encouraged.

"Doctor Zhang, the umbilical cord is wrapped around the baby's neck!" At this moment, a midwife nurse suddenly said loudly, and the atmosphere in the delivery room became tense.

"Be careful, let me do it," Dr. Zhang let go of Yang Xin's hand.

At this moment, the doctors and nurses in the delivery room are working hard for the child in Yang Xin's womb, but Yang Xin is staring blankly at the figure in sight, with a trace of regret on his face.

But the little boy looked at Yang Xin with no resentment in his eyes, only family affection and nostalgia.

"Come out, come out, be careful, be careful!" Doctor Zhang yelled, holding a smaller figure in his hands, which was Yang Xin's child.

The child's eyes were closed and his face was a little blue. Dr. Zhang cut the umbilical cord with the sanitary scissors handed over by the midwife, but the child, who was only the size of two palms, was still not breathing.

"Don't, don't, don't, you can do it, you can do it!" Dr. Zhang let the child lie on his palm, then raised his palm and slapped the newborn baby's buttock, making a crisp sound.

This sound also temporarily pulled Yang Xin's attention back, looking at his child's face, a trace of panic flashed in Yang Xin's eyes.

"Doctor, what's wrong with him," Yang Xin said in panic.

However, Yang Xin's question was not answered. Dr. Zhang looked at the baby lying in his palm and still not breathing, with a serious face, and once again raised his palm to pat the baby's buttocks in his palm.

"Pa," this blow was heavier than the previous one, and the crisp sound was even louder, but the baby in the palm still didn't respond, but his face became more and more ugly.

"Baby, what's wrong with my baby, what's wrong with him..." At this moment, Yang Xin looked at her child in Dr. Zhang's hands, completely panicking.

The surrounding nurses also had heavy and regretful faces at the moment.

"Pa, pa," two more crisp sounds, Dr. Zhang's hand slapped the baby's back and buttocks, but he failed to get the baby in his palm to cry.

All the hard work turned into a sigh in Dr. Zhang's mouth,

"Ms. Yang, because the umbilical cord is wrapped around the neck, the baby is hypoxic and has died. Sorry, I did my best!"

"Ah... no, no, why did it happen, why..." Yang Xin felt like the sky was falling at this moment, and his heart was ashamed.

"Retribution, all this is retribution!"

"Yeah, a person like me is not worthy of being a mother at all. I'm sorry for you, baby, and I'm sorry for you, little boy!" Yang Xin's gaze skipped over the child in Dr. Zhang's hands, and finally stayed on that little figure , Tears rolled down his cheeks, and he said softly in his mouth.

Hearing Yang Xin's words, the little boy looked at the remorseful Yang Xin, his eyes flashed with distress, he stepped forward lightly, and came to Dr. Zhang's side, looking at the palm-sized baby lying on Dr. Zhang's palm, his eyes flashed After a little bit of pampering, he lightly raised his palm, caressed it on the baby's back, and gently brushed...

"Cough, cough,"

"Wow, wow, wow,"

At the moment when Xiaotong's hand brushed the baby's back, there was no sound at all, but the baby lying on Dr. Zhang's palm suddenly coughed twice, and then burst into tears.

"Live, live!!!"

The crying of the baby injected a shot of stimulant into the heavy atmosphere of the delivery room, and smiles appeared on the faces of both doctors and nurses.

Yang Xin was taken aback when he heard the baby's cry, and then wept with joy.

"Mom, I love you!" The boy's voice suddenly appeared in Yang Xin's ears.

Yang Xin heard this sound clearly, sat up suddenly on the delivery bed, looked around, but couldn't find the little figure before.