Chapter 238: 236 Your godmother chose your na, oh Chapter 238: 236 Your godmother chose your na, oh Qin Zhen answered Ma Zhixuan’s call, and the latter was sobbing and apologizing on the other end.
But Qin Zhen, expressionless, stood outside the ergency room’s incubator, watching his son, so small and alone inside the tiny incubator.
Unforgivable.
Even if Qin Zhen could forgive Ma Zhixuan, every ti he saw his son so tiny, struggling on the brink of life and death in such a harsh world…
Qin Zhen simply couldn’t forgive Ma Zhixuan on behalf of his son.
Without a word, he hung up on Ma Zhixuan, his eyes brimming with thin tears, and asked Xin Qiuru standing beside him,
“It’s been over ten days, how’s my son doing?”
“He’s growing little by little; don’t worry too much.”
Xin Qiuru and Qin Zhen stood in front of the glass wall, and she opened her mouth, hesitating because so things were not easy to say in front of Qin Zhen.
To speak them would be cruel.
But Qin Zhen might already know that for a six-month premature baby to survive in this environnt for over ten days is truly miraculous.
What more could one ask for?
At this ti, every glance Qin Zhen took at his child, he cherished.
Hua Mi, with her belly showing, ca over. She had co with Qin Zhen to see the child today and also to check whether the “Energy Light Group” she gave Qin Zhen’s son last ti had any effect.
Qin Zhen had not ntioned to Hua Mi about the goods Ma Zhixuan had bought.
There was no need to bring it up; Qin Zhen had already detached herself from the Ma Family, now considering issues solely based on her own interests.
“It looks not bad; there haven’t been any complications, right?”
Hua Mi stood next to Xin Qiuru, also gazing at the lonely little child inside.
Compared to ten days ago, the baby seed a bit paler, no longer all red and like a skinned rabbit.
Xin Qiuru shook her head,
“That’s the most fortunate part, such a small child, any slight negligence could lead to complications, but he hasn’t had any.”
“His vitality is very strong; he’s faced several crises but managed to survive each ti.”
Due to incomplete heart and lung functions, the child’s lungs had inflad several tis.
In adults, such an inflammation would be trivial, a couple of days of coughing and so dication would do.
But for such a tiny preterm baby, it could be deadly.
Xin Qiuru, Ke Minghong, and so pediatricians had discussed for a long ti. After much deliberation and deciding to utilize all available dical resources, it was settled to treat the child.
It wasn’t because the child’s parents were the commanders and ladies of City C.
But because life is hard-earned.
As dical professionals, with the child’s mother not giving up on him, they were obligated to give their all.
Fortunately, the child’s vitality was inexplicably strong, pulling through the small pneumonia, and he got better in just a few days.
There were still so many more challenges to overco, Xin Qiuru couldn’t offer Qin Zhen any guarantees.
That guarantee she couldn’t verbalize.
The only thing she could ntion was the child’s strong vitality, needing to give the child so confidence.
Everyone needed to have faith in this child.
Qin Zhen cried profusely, her hands pressed against the glass wall, crying silently.
Hua Mi nodded, it seed her “Energy Light Group” was indeed effective for such a small child.
And very significantly so.
Then, Hua Mi lifted two fingers and threw another “Energy Light Group” toward the child inside the glass wall.
A small golden bundle of energy passed through the glass wall and the incubator’s transparent cover, entering into the child’s heaving chest.
The tiny baby, only a little bigger than a rabbit, lifted its small hand with an IV needle and kicked its tiny bare feet.
He was so energetic!
Seeing this, Qin Zhen couldn’t help but burst into laughter, and she said softly and tenderly,
“What’s wrong? Want mommy to hold you? Don’t rush, can we wait a few more months?”
On the ride back, Qin Zhen handed Hua Mi a piece of paper.
Sitting in Qin Zhen’s car, Hua Mi took it and asked,
“What is this? Qin Xiaoqiang?”
It was just three characters, written elegantly by Qin Zhen.
She sheepishly said to Hua Mi,
“The elders say that a rough na can suppress a child’s fate, although…”
Although maybe her child might not be able to leave the incubator, she still needed to na him.
“At first, I thought about calling him Qin Ergou, but that na was too crude.”
Qin Zhen wrapped a big scarf around her neck, burying half her face in it,
“So I thought it over, and decided on Xiaoqiang instead, for the ‘strong’ in resilience.”
Hua Mi stared in astonishnt at this lady from City C, known for being a tough graduate of a prestigious school.
She was planning to na her son Qin Ergou, or Qin Xiaoqiang…
“Then you might as well call him Qin Wanqiang or Qin Jianqiang, since Xiaoqiang is what cockroaches are called.”
Hua Mi returned the paper to Qin Zhen.
It was just a joke from Hua Mi. The choice of her son’s na was naturally up to Qin Zhen.
Unexpectedly, Qin Zhen imdiately took out a pen,
“Okay then, I’ll na my son Qin Jianqiang. If he grows up well in the future, I’ll have him recognize you as his godmother.”
“I also want to tell him that, Jianqiang, your godmother nad you…”
Hua Mi blinked at Qin Zhen, “Don’t do that; he’ll hate .”
“Hahaha~ No, he won’t, he won’t.”
Seeing Hua Mi’s frightened expression, Qin Zhen laughed heartily, genuinely laughing for the first ti since she had beco sensible as an adult.
What was Qin Zhen usually like? Proper, good with people, dignified, magnanimous, intelligent, beautiful… All the words of praise for won could be applied to her.
She couldn’t rember the last ti she had laughed heartily.
Laughing, Qin Zhen rested her head on Hua Mi’s shoulder, tears glistening at the corners of her eyes, her sadness uncontrollable.
People who have never been mothers probably could never understand the bitterness and pain she felt at that mont.
Without a past, nor a future, she had a past but a vague future, with scarcely any hope.
Thus she was lost and weary, with no peace of mind.
This emotion was indescribable and beyond redy.
If Qin Jianqiang were to leave her, she would never recover.
Hua Mi quietly patted Qin Zhen, and after they returned to the motorho supermarket and watched Qin Zhen fall asleep, Hua Mi stepped out of the motorho, standing in a snowdrift to call Gong Yi.
Perhaps just wanting to chatter to the child’s father, Hua Mi started discussing the na Qin Jianqiang.
But Gong Yi seed thoughtful on the other end,
“Right, that’s correct, I’ve also heard the elders say a child’s na should be rough.”
“Speaking of which, I’ve thought about our daughter’s na too. How about Da Hua for the older one and Xiao Hua for the younger one?”
“Hello, hello… Ah, wife don’t hang up the phone, we can talk about anything, right… wife, wife?”
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