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With tears in his eyes, his voice trembled with restraint: "That year we became husbands for the first time, and we were extremely happy. This was the first time we became mothers and fathers. We were really happy and felt amazing.

We didn’t understand anything, but we knew we had to take good care of our little yet-to-be-formed person. My wife even picked up the food she didn’t like before and ate it all while enduring the discomfort.

Because she knew that she was a picky eater, and the baby in her belly would lack nutrition. Later, when she was a little older, Yuxia couldn't sleep well all night because of her big belly. Because I was worried about them, I stayed with her all day and all night. , worried.

Time flies so fast. Soon the child was more than six months old. The doctor in the village was a relative of our family. When he saw us, he probably had good intentions and said: "You are about to give birth." , it’s better to go to a big hospital for a check-up, in case there is any major problem, so that it can be solved as soon as possible.”

No one in our mountainous area would go to a big hospital for a check-up just to give birth to a baby. Everyone only goes to the hospital when the baby is born. , and some even delivered babies directly at home with their own family members.

But our husband and wife liked this child so much. After listening to the village doctor’s words, we were shocked to realize that we need to go to the hospital for regular check-ups when we are pregnant with a child.

The next day, with our little income, we took a tractor to the market, and then took a bus to finally reach the county hospital.

We firmly believe that our children are the healthiest because we are doing so well.

When the doctor asked us, we said we had never been to the hospital and were scolded. We didn't say anything, we just responded with a smile on our lips.

I still remember that when we walked out of the office, we were still laughing at the fact that the director was a doctor who liked to worry about things.

After the joke was over, we took the form to pay the fee and followed the instructions above to do the inspections one by one. When it came to the last screening.

My wife was lying on the bed waiting. The doctor was talking and laughing. Within half a minute, the whole office became quiet and the atmosphere became very low.

Soon we got the answer, our child was a child with stunted brain development.

How ridiculous, a few minutes ago we were laughing at the chief doctor for being too worrying, but in the next few minutes reality grabbed our throats.

I held the list and saw the conclusion above. My heart beat wildly and I felt like it would jump out of my throat in the next second.

My hands and feet were so weak that I could hardly stand steady. My wife almost fainted at one point. Fortunately, she was helped by the nurse behind her.

Later, I walked towards the director's office, and it took us a century to walk this apparently very short distance.

Even though I was like this, you can imagine how helpless and scared my wife was, but she walked steadily to the office without my help, and sat calmly on the stool, ready to listen to the director's words.

Looking at her calm expression at that moment, I felt ashamed.

The director is indeed a person who has seen the wind and rain. He just glanced at our faces and seemed to know the result.

She looked at us with pity, sighed and said, "Give me the list."

I gave her the list and quickly asked, "Director, can this child be saved?"

I really don’t want to lose this child. This is not only our first child, but also carries so much joy and expectations for us.

But the director looked at the list and shook his head expressionlessly: "There's nothing we can do, but don't worry. We'll do a recheck after a while. Maybe it's not accurate this time."

We made an appointment with the doctor for the next time. We came with joy and went back with sadness.

Time flies, and the day comes for us to go for a review. This time we step into the hospital again with a little hope.

Sadly the result this time was the same as last time.

Only then did I really feel that the sky was falling. There was a trembling pillar trying to hold it up, but suddenly there was nothing left. It hit us directly, making it airtight and unable to spit out or inhale. One breath.

My wife's cheeks were even pale, and we all knew that it was really time for us to make a decision.

But we don’t recognize it.

We bought the tickets that day and went to the city. We went to a larger and more authoritative hospital and had another check-up.

While we were waiting for the inspection report, we were clutching our hearts and didn’t say a word.

When I walked out of the hospital, the doctor's words were still lingering in my ears: "It would be irresponsible to keep this child. You'd better make a decision."

I was really shocked at that time. I didn’t dare to think about anything. I just wanted to go home. When I was lying in bed, I began to regret over and over again that I had to go for the check-up. We should have stayed in this rural Sangadari and waited until so that the child’s deficiencies will not be discovered.

I was trapped in this self-condemnation and fantasy for a long time. I thought nothing would happen if I didn’t go to the hospital, but I completely ignored my wife. It was the person who carried that little life that was the most painful.

By the time I reacted, she was already standing in front of me. She was not crying hysterically, but said to me very calmly: "Husband, since we have no chance with this child, let's fight him."

Perhaps she was afraid that I would disagree, so she tried her best to explain the truth again: "If we give birth to him, wouldn't we be too cruel to him? A person without intelligence will only be bullied. The second child in the village That's the best example.

I know you will say: "No big deal, we will raise him for the rest of his life!"

But have you ever thought about it, maybe we can take care of him from childhood to adulthood, but one day we will grow old, and who will take care of him then?

To take a step back, we can have another child and take care of him, but can we really make this decision for the new child? So is this unfair to him? "

At that moment, I realized that my wife was really a great woman. For the first time, I felt that I was doing something high by marrying her. A woman who was so feudal could actually say such a philosophical sentence. It simply refreshed my understanding of her.

Her sincere words awakened me, and her strength made me know that I can't be weak any longer. As a man, I have to make decisions. I can't harm my children just because of my reluctance. Children can have better choices, and the next reincarnation will definitely be better. After all, no one will suffer for several lifetimes.

If the child is bitter in this life, he will be sweet in the next life.