Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 1196: Zhuangzhuang Critically Ill 6

Chapter 1196: Chapter 1196: Zhuangzhuang Critically Ill 6

Lu Jiang lifted his head, his face etched with exhaustion, his eyes bloodshot, a disheveled state only seen on him on the battlefield.

"No need," Lu Jiang’s voice was hoarse as he spoke, "Let the child and his mother be alone for a while. Don’t go in and disturb them. Zhuangzhuang... I know you have all done your best."

Doctor Zhang’s heart ached, and his nurse couldn’t help but let tears fall.

So pitiful, there had never been a time when they felt such a profound hatred for their own helplessness as today.

"Colonel Lu..." Dr. Zhang bent down, patting his shoulder, "You and your sister-in-law mustn’t forget, there are four more children at home waiting for you to return and take care of them!"

As a doctor for so many years, he had become accustomed to seeing the death of children, every year, every month, personally witnessing the departure of several children. The oldest being six or seven years old, the youngest just born. A slight cold could claim their lives; some even took their last breath in his arms. Over time, with so many occurrences, even he had become numb.

After Dr. Zhang and the nurse had left, Guo Xiuying and Wang Sanbao arrived together.

They ultimately couldn’t sit still, wanting to check on Zhuangzhuang’s condition, to keep searching for solutions. They really couldn’t just watch him slip away, after all, he was a child they had helped deliver and frequently cared for!

"Qingxue is inside," Lu Jiang stood up. "She’s trying to find a way. Sister-in-law and big sister, please don’t go in and disturb her, okay?"

After hearing this, Guo Xiuying and Wang Sanbao immediately halted their steps, letting out deep sighs.

Feng Qingxue heard everything clearly from inside. She lowered her head to look at her infant son in the swaddle, his weak breathing audible as large tears rolled down, streaming down her cheeks.

"Zhuangzhuang, Zhuangzhuang, you have to be strong. Mommy is with you, Daddy is outside protecting you, we’ll overcome this illness together! Zhuangzhuang, do not let down the name given to you by the founding leaders, the nickname given by the elders at home. You need to grow up healthy and strong. You are Zhuangzhuang, you must grow up healthy and strong."

The only response she received was the faint sound of crying, a cry of discomfort.

No one else came to disturb them, Lu Jiang came in and locked the door, "Qingxue, I’ll hold Zhuangzhuang. You rest for a bit."

Feng Qingxue looked up at the IV bag above, "This one is almost finished. Keep an eye on it, and as soon as it’s done, immediately switch to the next bag. Our Zhuangzhuang’s safety is entirely dependent on this!"

Never had there been a day like today that felt so unbearably long.

The IV dripped drop by drop into Zhuangzhuang’s body, the second hand on the wristwatch ticked by. By the time the two bags of IV fluids were completely administered, it was already past two in the morning.

After tidying away the infusion supplies, Feng Qingxue held her son tightly against her.

Early the next morning, when Guo Xiuying and the others came in, they were met with this scene.

"Qingxue, you guys..."

Feng Qingxue cut off Wang Sanbao immediately, "Big sister, come and see, doesn’t Zhuangzhuang seem a bit better?"

"Ah?" Wang Sanbao, Guo Xiuying, Dr. Zhang, and the others thought Feng Qingxue was delirious. After all, Zhuangzhuang’s vital signs had been extremely weak just yesterday, but they couldn’t help walking closer.

Upon closer inspection, everyone was stunned.

Zhuangzhuang was still alive, his eyes open, whimpering. His voice was very faint; they hadn’t heard him when they came in, but now they could hear the tiny sounds, not much different from the buzz of mosquitoes.

...In the sixties and seventies, the infant mortality rate was definitely higher than official statistics indicate, because many babies were not registered. As several elderly women told me, in the seventies, a few of my male cousins died as soon as they were born. Some were caught by the wind, some had lung infections, death was common, and things like whooping cough too. Not to mention the generation of my mother.