Xie Wanying thought of so words that might console Bed Number Three and shared her own experience: "When my mom was having my brother, her situation was quite similar to yours. My dad was a driver, driving long-distance trips, and it would take him two days to get back to accompany my mom, but he couldn’t make it in ti. Only I accompanied my mom to the hospital. The other elders in the family couldn’t co for various reasons. My mom walked alone around the labor bed, in pain, breathing heavily and unable to stand upright. I was very young at the ti, watching helplessly and afraid."
The people around listened to her childhood story.
Geng Yongzhe lowered his head, his eyebrows tightly furrowed. Clearly, he was reminded of his own childhood mories. For many children from poor families, accompanying their mother alone to give birth is sothing inevitably experienced. Because of this, he furrowed his brows and looked back at Xie Wanying’s face, wondering about the feelings she had while sharing such a story with a patient.
Revealing one’s scars to comfort a patient, to be honest, he found it difficult for himself to do. How could she manage to do it?
She wasn’t intentionally using her own wounds to comfort others; she just thought that if saving soone was possible, any thod should be used without overthinking. Otherwise, how could she be known as single-minded?
"This—" After listening to Xie Wanying’s story, Bed Number Three realized her birthing conditions were not too bad compared to other mothers. With this realization, why lant?
"My mom’s situation definitely wasn’t unique to her." Xie Wanying assured the other person, considering that today’s Bed No. 6 was even worse, "I didn’t understand why my mom and dad fought so hard yet insisted on having my brother. Now, I get it—my mom simply loved children. Won have children not for n but for themselves. Even if the husband is there, he can only feel sorry for you. Labor pains are very painful, but no one can replace you. All great mothers go through this pain out of love for their children, not for anything else. Maybe I’m speaking directly. If your husband were here, we’d surely have him co in to comfort you. But since he’s not, only you, as the mother, can protect your child if you love them. Moreover, even if your husband were a doctor, he could only sit outside waiting for the outco."
The young female doctor in front of her spoke every word with truth. She had been avoiding the situation by seeking her husband, but in fact, it was futile. Bed Number Three’s expression changed, and she asked, "Doctor, what is your na?"
"My last na is Xie."
"Dr. Xie, I will rember what you said today."
"You don’t need to ntion it."
"Can I borrow your handkerchief for now? It really looks like my husband’s handkerchief."
Senior Cao is a good doctor and surely won’t mind. Xie Wanying nodded. Having comforted Bed Number Three, she put her hand back into the pocket of her white coat to feel her phone. Naturally, she thought about whether to call Senior Cao to help Bed No. 4.
Officially inviting a hospital for an ergency consultation requires a process and takes ti. Clinical teachers considered this, so they let family mbers contact the hospital themselves to expedite the patient’s transfer for treatnt.
Doctor Zheng ca out of the operating room and waved to the two students: "Co over here."
They walked quickly towards him, listening to the teacher announce new tasks.
"It has been confird that the patient needs to be transferred imdiately to Fang Ze Hospital’s Neurosurgery departnt post C-section."
Fang Ze Neurosurgery. Xie Wanying and Student Geng gasped inwardly. The family connections sure are strong.
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