Fifty-Five Such Powerless
The room in the doctor's office is well-lit, which makes people feel much more comfortable than the dark and cramped blue-light room and cramped interior passages.
An Ran doesn't like dark places now, she likes sunshine, rain and dew, and soil...
Speaking of the three big boxes of mineral water, An Ran didn't drink it, and only gave the baby a small amount to drink occasionally. The rest was prepared for Chen Jiao's son to make milk. No, Enron couldn't do anything a few days ago. Now that she has found mineral water, she still needs to use mineral water to make milk for Chen Jiao's son.
After the doll took a few sips of water, An Ran put the pacifier back into the doll's mouth, and left the doll and flowers in the doctor's office on the fifth floor. She carried the fruit basket containing Chen Jiao's son and went down to the fifth floor. , to the door of Hu Jiao and Chen Jiao's ward.
"Listen to the people inside, I've killed all the zombies outside, Chen Jiao, I'll leave your son at the door of the room for you, take it in as you wish. I'll also pack up the milk powder, diapers and small clothes. I have a big bag and put it all next to your son, just figure it out for yourself."
She shouted at the door, and seeing that there was still no movement inside the door, An Ran turned around and left. For her, it could be said that she was a virgin or that she was cruel, but in any case, she had to consider real situation.
Walking in the apocalypse alone with two children is still very, very troublesome. The most obvious thing is that she can't take care of her at all. More than ten days have passed, and the time An Ran sleeps every day adds up to 3. Hours? It's hard to say.
Of course, after getting along for so many days, she also has some feelings for Chen Jiao's son, so she packed up a lot of materials for the baby to use for Chen Jiao. Although Chen Jiao really hates it, but the child is so innocent, her son must Bring her own, Chen Jiao's son is Chen Jiao's responsibility.
It was impossible for An Ran to help a living person like Chen Jiao raise her son. She was already exhausted, and she had to take care of Chen Jiao's son and her own daughter. Not even the Holy Mother would do such a thing.
"Wait, wait for An Ran." Just when An Ran turned her back and was about to leave, the door of the ward was suddenly opened, Hu Jia stood in the door, looked at An Ran, and asked eagerly, "An Ran, do you have any? See my son? An Ran, have you?"
An Ran was silent, and slowly, she turned halfway among the corpses on the ground. Seeing that Hu Jia did not speak, the question she had thought about before resurfaced in her mind. It was time to tell Hu Jia that her son had become Zombies, or eaten by zombies?
She was hesitating, but An Ran was actually very kind. She could see that Hu Jiao wanted to go out with her to find rescue at first, but there was no way. Hu Jiao had a caesarean section and couldn't move in bed. She couldn't help her at the critical moment. , ran to stop the zombies from eating his own son.
Sometimes, such a result is actually difficult for a mother to accept. Her child has not turned into a zombie, and there is still salvation. As long as she works harder and works harder, she can save her child.
As a mother, for the sake of your child, you can not be afraid of death or not being able to save your child. What you are afraid of is your inaction, your inability to do anything, and the fact that you can't do anything while watching your child in danger. Such powerlessness will send a mother directly to hell.