Klein bottle personality

As soon as Ding Muyan arrived at the hospital that day, he heard a bad news: the mother who had a premature aneurysm the night before had run away.

In the evening, when the nurse made her rounds, she was still fast asleep. When she went again, she was gone. At that time, the quilt on the bed was piled up in a mess, and there was half a bowl of porridge on the bedside table. The nurse was not vigilant enough, and thought she was just going to the toilet or I left the ward temporarily, but I didn't expect to see no one after a few hours. Only then did I realize that something was wrong, but it was too late.

Although Ding Muyan had a premonition, he was still surprised: "Where is her son?"

"Still in NICU." Wang Lu said.

"What do you mean? Her son shouldn't just run away like this? She should at least wait for her son to come out, right? That's a normal baby boy!"

"Who knows?" Wang Lulu shook his head again and again, "There is a saying in the obstetrics department that the mother in the bed next to her is very good at chatting, talking about various congenital deficiencies of premature babies in the ward, such as cerebral palsy, mental retardation, disability, etc. All kinds of dragging down the family, she was probably frightened, and secretly asked the doctor how her son was? Of course, the newborn would not give her any guarantee, and then she misunderstood, thinking that it would cost so much to give birth to a disabled child The money, just throw it away."

"It's ok, I don't even want the baby I've been pregnant for so long." Ding Muyan sneered, "What did the police say?"

"I've come to see it, and said that I will find a way to find someone."

"I don't know if I can count on it. Did you pay the money later?"

"Hundreds and hundreds of them have been handed over one after another, and the given is already the minimum treatment plan, but the amount she owes is still not small, and it is all guaranteed by Director Lin."

"Worry!" Ding Muyan frowned.

"It's annoying." Wang Lulu smiled wryly.

"I'm going to see the baby."

Many premature babies in the neonatology department sleep in the incubator. Some of them sleep peacefully, and some of them move their little hands and pout their mouths from time to time. Each of them is very cute.

"It's him." The neonatologist took Ding Muyan to an incubator, "Poor little baby, he was abandoned by his mother before he knew anything."

The baby slept very deeply, he was much fatter than when he was born, he felt a little fleshy, his skin was close to normal pink, his hands were tightly clenched into small fists, his mouth was slightly open, and he slept on all fours Up to the sky, carefree.

A little life, watching him grow from nothing, from weak to strong, makes people involuntarily marvel at the power of life, death was very close to him, but he climbed out bit by bit, and waved his fist to this new world , so difficult, so lucky.

Before that, Ding Muyan never thought that a baby was such a cute creature. When he was born, he was wrinkled like a monkey, too ugly to look at directly. When he grew up, he was troublesome and noisy. He didn’t understand anything and was distressed. Always crying and fussing, and worrying about the three views when I get older, it will be another disaster if it is raised wrongly.Raising a child is life's worst nightmare, and luckily he doesn't have that.But now it seemed that some kind of magical switch was turned on. Looking at the sleeping baby, he only felt peace and joy in his heart, and even had the urge to pick him up.

"Is he okay now?" Ding Muyan asked.

"The ventilator that was withdrawn three days ago was originally planned to be taken out tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow at the latest, and now this happens again. He has no milk powder. I heard that his mother left him and ran away last night. The director said Sighing, I brought a can of powdered milk."

"You can tell me what you need, and you can continue to use the medicine."

"Director Ding, why are you here to meddle?" The doctor laughed.

"I watched him be born, too."

The little baby in the incubator moved, turned his head, and continued to sleep. Little he didn't know that his world had undergone earth-shaking changes.

The doctor looked at the little man with pity: "It's both a blessing and a curse."

When Ding Muyan returned home, he was still thinking about the baby.

At night, he sat on the bed, unable to even read a book, and burst out a sentence from time to time.

"Where do you think his mother will flee to?"

Xiao Jin was reading a novel, and answered absent-mindedly: "Who knows, once you get on the long-distance bus, you can travel a long distance in a few hours."

"Do you think the police can find her?"

"If she killed someone, she would find it. If she didn't kill someone, she might not find it."

"Hey, how could his mother be so cruel, she was pregnant for ten months, oh no, she was not pregnant for eight months."

"The more such a person is, the easier it is to get pregnant. If you can give birth to another ten months casually, you owe your hospital so much money. If you can give birth to seven or eight children in another place, why give it to you?"

"What do you mean by giving it to us? From the obstetrics department to my neurosurgery department and then to the neonatology department, there are so many people, so many medicines, so many instruments, so it doesn't cost money? Do we drink dew and eat fairy fruit?"

Xiao Jin laughed, threw the book aside, and hugged him: "Are you still motivated? I thought you saw this kind of parents a lot as doctors."

"Seeing a lot doesn't mean you're used to it. The scariest thing about being a parent is that you don't have to take the exam. Our cleaning lady even picked up a newborn baby in the toilet, but a life was treated as garbage by the parents."

Xiao Jin held Ding Muyan in his arms, played with his fingers, from thumb to little finger, separated them and pinched them together again.He especially likes Ding Muyan's hands, with fair skin, slender fingers, and slightly raised veins that give people just the right sense of strength, neither too thick nor too weak.

"Is it because this baby was born on the first seven days of your grandfather, so you are particularly concerned?" Xiao Jin kissed his forehead.

Thinking of his grandfather, Ding Muyan felt a little sad, and his longing could not go away: "Maybe, anyway, it is a kind of fate, I hope he will be well, but he is almost an outcast before he comes out of the incubator .”

"It can only be said that everyone has his own life."

"You said that when I asked the police to find his mother and told her that her son was healthy, would she change her mind?"

"It's possible, but you really shouldn't have such high expectations."

"It's actually very dangerous for his mother to run away like this. She hasn't reached the indications for discharge, because she refuses to pay, and the medicine she takes can only basically maintain her."

"Why do you have the heart to worry about? Go to sleep, don't think about it anymore, if you think about it again, I will feel bad."

Xiao Jin pressed Ding Muyan into the quilt and turned off the light.

In the darkness, Ding Muyan opened his eyes and tossed and turned. He was still thinking about the runaway mother and the abandoned baby. There are always so many embarrassing things in this world, but as long as they happened before his eyes, he couldn't ignore them.

The next day, as soon as Ding Muyan arrived at the hospital, he called the police station and asked the police to tell the baby if they found someone.Despite the bleakness of hope, he tried his best.

In the afternoon, Ding Muyan was discussing the operation plan with people from other departments when suddenly Wang Lulu broke in.

He ran so fast that he couldn't catch his breath. He put his hands on his knees and said, "Teacher, go and have a look."

Ding Muyan had never seen the stable Wang Lulu in such a hurry.