"Help me raise the bed, I want to sit up and hold the child." Sun Jian's voice was evidently filled with despair and sadness.
The nurse glanced at Zhang Huimin, saw Director Zhang nod, and then helped to raise the bed.
This young nurse, only 22 years old, at this moment, seeing the parting of life and death, her tears immediately welled up in her eyes.
Such a warm family, watching Zhang Ling collapse into Sun Jian's embrace, crying out loud, she truly felt a bit out of place.
At this moment, she really realized that people can cry until they lose their voice...
Tears are cheap, but they are also priceless.
This was Sun Jian's first time waking up, and everyone told him the whole story, but...
After knowing, Sun Jian looked at his wife and child, nose tingling, he felt very aggrieved!
Why me?
Why!
Why is it me?
Why must it be like this?
No one answered...
And no one could answer!
After a long time, he calmed his emotions.
