Chapter 173: I want to save him

Thinking of it this way, Doctor Ma's face couldn't help but pale.
"I was wrong." After a while, he said so.
An Rushuang hanged her heart and then let go, and then said: "I don't want you to apologize, but if you really feel that your conscience is unbearable, you might as well heal the child."
With that said, she handed the little baby to the doctor.
Dr. Ma glanced at the child and couldn't help but tremble his fingers. Although he remembered things as a kid, he didn't remember them clearly, but he remembered the red patches on everyone's face ...
Then, some died a dozen days, some lived in pain, and eventually died in that fire.
He sighed for a long time, and suddenly closed his eyes, then carefully took the child over and hugged it in his arms—as if holding some rare treasure.
An Rushuang looked at him rather strangely, but did not know what he was thinking.
Dr. Ma carefully looked at the child. For a moment, he looked up and said to An Rushuang, "If you are not afraid ... Oh, come with me."
I wanted to say--if you are not afraid of this leprosy, come with me.
But since this woman can come here with her child, she is either convinced that the child is not a leprosy, or is a relative of the child.
However, even if it is a close relative, it is difficult to have such a heart.
An Rushuang followed him slowly, through a long corridor, he opened the door to the side, and then said, "Just a moment."
Having said that, he put the child on a clean bed, then looked away at An Rushuang, but just reached for the medicine box, and peeled off the child's clothes with a silver clip.
Seeing the skin under the clothes, Doctor Ma also took a breath and then turned to look at An Rushuang: "What's going on?"
An Rushuang walked quickly, and then saw that the skin could not help frowning. She shook her head. She hadn't asked about it yet. The child's mother fainted, maybe she couldn't tell the child herself. How did it become what it is now.
Dr. Mare said: "Look at you being young, but this child's sister? I don't know anything?"
An Rushuang shook her head and only said: "The mother of this child is a disaster victim. I happened to meet her. She is very pitiful to protect the child."
If she had changed to something else, she could have turned a blind eye, but this child—like little Pinger.
She couldn't ignore such a young child.
Doctor Ma looked at him in amazement. He couldn't imagine that this girl looked like a teenager. How could she take care of it?
He thought that when the girl came out of the firewood room, although her clothes were torn and described as embarrassed, she was still calm and quite a general.
"You never thought that if he was really leprosy, your life would be ruined."
With that said, he seemed to remember something suddenly, and then quickly said, "You don't know the terribleness of leprosy? But you don't know leprosy?"
With that said, he had a reason not to be afraid of this girl! Those who do not know are not afraid.
An Rushuang did not nod or shake his head, but just glanced at him: "I know of leprosy, but although he and leprosy have similar symptoms, they are not the same. Leprosy is plaque-like erythema, but his whole body is swollen status."
With that said, she looked at Dr. Ma again and said very rigorously: "Although so, the possibility of leprosy was not ruled out, but her mother was close to him and there was no erythema, so I thought to myself, his Although the symptoms may look terrible, they are not contagious. "
What the girl said was even clearer than a professional doctor, and her conjecture was more decisive.
Dr. Ma looked at her as if looking at a monster, and he asked for a while, "You, a medical girl?"
The identity of the medical girl is much lower than that of the doctor-this is why the slim father blocked her from studying medicine, but it was not blocked in the end.
An Rushuang shook his head slightly and said, "No. But it was a doctor who lived in the family and mentioned something to me."
At this time, she couldn't expose herself.
The doctor nodded his head, but there was still a little doubt in her eyes, but she didn't ask any more when she looked like she didn't want to mention it again.
He looked at the whole body of the child tightly, carefully, and placed his hand on the baby's heart to feel his heartbeat and touch his pulse-he was confirming that this little guy who looked like he didn't breathe at all Is it alive or dead.
An Rushuang looked at him like this and couldn't help breathing tightly, and whispered: "He is alive, I hold his hand in his palm, and he holds it twice!"
She was anxious to prove that the little one was alive.
But Doctor Ma slowly shook his head, looked up at An Rushuang, and sighed, "He may be reacting a little now, but he has no pulse or heartbeat. I don't know why. He is not rigid yet. , But it's probably about an hour or two. "
An Rushuang froze slightly, staring at the little baby.
"You mean ..."
"He's dead," said Dr. Ma deeply.
"Impossible!" An Rushuang said firmly. "He still has temperature. He still moves in my arms. How could he die like this? Impossible!"
She looked at Doctor Ma with bright eyes, which was comparable to the light of Mingyue.
Doctor Ma unconsciously turned away and sighed in his heart, "Sorry, Ma can't save him."
He was ready in his heart. The woman might cry or be hysterical. In the past few years, although men were strong and menacing, they were always threatening, but they always loved difficult people and were always weak.
But An Rushuang didn't drop a tear. She looked at the baby silently, walked slowly to the child, wrapped his clothes, and then reached out and hugged him-he was almost like a feather.
Then An Rushuang looked at Doctor Ma, saluted him slightly, and whispered: "Anyway, you are willing to save him. I have thanked the doctor for this generation."
Dr. Ma heard her say this, and then thought that he had put the girl in the chaifang before, but she felt red, almost an old face was about to bleed.
An Rushuang had already turned around and walked outside. She was holding the child through the long corridor, and Dr. Ma looked at her behind.
"Where are you going?"
An Rushuang didn't return his head, only Shen said, "I want to save him."
Her tone was deep, but she seemed to be very confident, as if she had said it, she could do it.
But he is dead!
Doctor Ma thought so, but never said it.
For her words seemed to have an irrefutable force.