When the Concession Patrol Room called, Sheng Qingrang and Committee Member Yu were coming down from the seventh floor of the Weida Hotel. Reading at zero

In the dark elevator, Sheng Qingrang handed over the approved document to Committee Member Yu: "Brother Lao Yu is the rest."

Committee Member Yu took the document, stared at the word "According to" and snorted, complaining dissatisfiedly, "It took ten seconds to read the entire document, and it took only ten seconds to sign and seal it, and it took only ten seconds for these twenty seconds to be enough. After waiting for seven hours, I have to wait for him to wake up for a nap! This is wartime, who allows him to be so leisurely?!"

The elevator door opened, and Commissioner Yu angrily put the official documents in his bag and strode out of the elevator. Sheng Qingrang originally wanted to go out together, but the front desk of the hotel called him to stop: "Mr. Sheng, I just called from the patrol room in the concession and said I found the number 1412. Ford."

Sheng Qingrang immediately turned back to the front desk, picked up the phone and called back, asking for the car's address and specific conditions.

The other party told him where the car was parked, and then explained: "The car was almost smashed by refugees, it ran out of fuel, and there was no one in the car."

The sky was darkening rapidly outside, and the raindrops drifted silently. Sheng Qing asked to hang up the phone to say goodbye to committee members, and anxiously left the Weida Hotel and went straight to the southern China border.

Passing through the exit of the public concession, the refugees outside the iron gate had dispersed, and only three or five groups of people gathered together, as if they were discussing countermeasures, or they were homeless at all. Under the cover of twilight, the policeman of the arresting room guarded the door with a gun, worried that someone would climb in from the iron door if he was not careful. He was obviously exhausted, but he was still nervous and alert.

Sheng Qingrang found the unrecognizable car a hundred meters away from the iron gate.

Perhaps it was because of hatred for the rich, or just to vent their dissatisfaction with the inability to enter the concession. The refugees destroyed the car completely unbelievable, the glass was shattered, and blood was faintly visible on the ground.

His heart clenched fiercely. At this time, the arresting room policeman trotted over and said to him, "Mr. Sheng, this car was already like this when he found it." Say no more.

I don't know if the people inside were beaten and abandoned the car, or the car was destroyed because the car was abandoned. But no matter what the situation is, it is not a good thing-

If it is the former, it means that Zong Ying may be injured; if it is the latter, where can she go when hundreds of thousands of people are fleeing in this vast Chinese world?

The rain became more and more intensive, and the typhoon in summer turned out to be a bit steep and cold.

Sheng Qingjang walked quickly to the arresting room while listening to the patrolman's description of the situation during the day. When things got to this point, could only turn to the contacts of the Ministry of Industry and Industry and ask them to help find Zong Ying.

He described Zong Ying's appearance and clothes on the phone, and for a long time he only mentioned the characteristics of "white short sleeves, black trousers, a letter printed on the side of gray sneakers, and possibly carrying medical supplies with him". When the other party vaguely responded, He regretted not leaving a photo of Zong Ying.

The other party finally comforted him and said, "Lawyer Sheng, if someone who meets the characteristics wants to enter the concession, we will leave her to inform you, please don't worry."

Sheng Qing gave way and thanked him, only then did he remember to send the medical kit to the Sheng mansion.

The sky was finally dyed from dark blue to pitch black, and the bad weather was not worthy of the bright moonlight.

In an abandoned house, Zong Ying knelt on the ground to deliver a childbirth to a pregnant woman, sweaty, and the only candle was about to burn out.

Painful groans could be heard from time to time in the room, and a **-year-old child squatted beside him, waiting silently—

He was the boy who caught Zong Ying in the crowd.

At that time, he seemed to have tried his best to ask Zong Ying for help in pain, saying, "Save my mum... save my mum..."

Zong Ying first noticed that he was being grasped, then heard his voice, and finally saw his face - a tender face that was almost squeezed by pain in the crowd, covered with tears.

As for the woman beside him, the amniotic fluid was broken and her trouser legs were all wet.

He kept calling for help, his voice was hoarse, and his eyes were full of hysterical persistence and despair - he realized the danger in which his mother was, and he did not want to lose her.

It was almost instantaneous to make a decision, Zong Ying moved to protect them with difficulty, and turned against the crowd.

The road ahead is hopeless, and it is not easy to retreat. Fortunately, the gate is closed, and the crowd has no signs of danger of crushing forward. The moment Zong Ying was finally freed from the crowd, Zong Ying's back was soaked and his legs were shaking.

Almost all the shops along the way are closed, not to mention a medical center. The mother was too weak to move forward, so she had no choice but to find an abandoned house to give birth.

The house has been evacuated a few times, it can never be considered clean and tidy, but there is no other choice.

The cervix was fully dilated, the second stage of labor was long and torturous, and when the child came out, night had already come, and the cry was long overdue, which was not linked to the loudness. As weak as this cry, it was the mother who was waiting for the placenta to be delivered.

The only candle was burning so short that the little boy who was waiting next to him took off his shirt and handed it to Zong Ying, and said cautiously, "Wear it for my brother."

Zong Ying wrapped the newborn and handed it to him. There was a moment of tranquility in the room, but no joy.

The wind was howling outside, and the sound of guns in the war zone could be vaguely heard.

After more than half an hour, the placenta could not be fully delivered. Zong Ying's hands were hanging in the air, and the latex gloves were full of contaminated blood. The placenta was incompletely stripped, and the blood kept flowing out in the dim light.

The little boy looked up at Zong Ying with his brother in his arms, but Zong Ying was silent.

The conditions are worse than those of the Concession Hospital - the medicine she brought is not symptomatic, there is no cotton gauze, no syringe, no disinfectant, not even clean water...

Helpless.

The mother's face became paler, cold sweat dripped from her forehead, her blood pressure was dropping, and her pulse became weaker and weaker. She opened her mouth to call a name, but her words were no longer clear.

The little boy turned to face her, tears welling up in his eyes. Zong Ying raised his head to meet his gaze, and a huge sense of powerlessness invaded.

She knelt on the ground, the blood gurgling over her knees, dyed through her thin trousers, and the wet, greasy, slightly warm liquid covered her skin.

The mother raised her hand suddenly, as if trying to grab something.

Zong Ying got up and wanted to make some last effort, but she rummaged through the bag for a long time, but still found nothing.

In vain, her back muscles tensed, and suddenly someone grabbed her pant leg from behind.

Zong Ying turned to look, the mother was breathing slowly and was struggling to grab her trousers—the trousers that couldn't be washed.

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The air was filled with helpless depression and an increasingly arrogant bloody smell. The mother's face could no longer distinguish between tears and sweat. She used the last of her strength to look at Zong Ying, her eyes were full of weakness and pain, and she opened her mouth. There were only broken words, and when she spoke, she looked at the child in the little boy's hand again, reluctant and helpless.

Zong Ying pursed his lips, but noticed that his trouser legs were suddenly loose, his hand dropped, and the cry of a newborn suddenly sounded.

The candles were also put out.

In the dark, Zong Ying took off his bloody latex gloves and leaned over to pick up the crying baby.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the rain stopped and the wind stopped. Sheng Qingrang sat on the sofa in Zong Ying's apartment, looking at a photo of Zong Ying on the coffee table, and his heart was intertwined with depression and anxiety.

Suddenly the phone rang, he was stunned for a moment, then got up and walked over to pick up the phone.

The other party came up and said, "Zong Ying, I've never answered your phone, so I took the liberty to call your landline."

Sheng Qingrang did not respond, and the other party continued: "Didn't we have an appointment for a detailed discussion on Wednesday? But I suddenly encountered an emergency, and it may not work that day. I'm really sorry, or we will change the date? How about Saturday? ?"

Seeing that the other end of the phone didn't respond for a long time, the other party realized that something was wrong. He immediately asked "Hello?" and asked, "Is it Zong Ying?"

Sheng Qing let him come back to his senses: "I'm sorry, I'm not Zong Ying, but I can tell you. May I ask who you are?"

The other party was stunned for a while, but then said: "My surname is Zhang, and I am the lawyer friend who handles the property for her. I want to change the time for the detailed discussion from Wednesday to Saturday afternoon, and I also ask her to give me an answer. You tell me this. She'll do it."

Sheng Qingrang frowned and asked cautiously, "Dispose of property?"

"Yes." Lawyer Zhang obviously didn't have the self-consciousness to keep Zong Ying secret, and blurted out: "She seems to need to make a will."

Just when Sheng Qingrang wanted to inquire further, the other party hung up the phone.

The rapid "beep beep" sounded, and the terrifying silence returned to the apartment. Sheng Qing asked to pick up the photo in his hand and pursed his lips even more worriedly.

In a bad environment, every second is difficult.

When it was a little light outside, Zong Ying went out with a hungry baby, followed by a half-old child with red eyes from crying.

The streets are sparsely populated, and the situation during the day has long since disappeared. Outside the entrance to the concession, there were sleeping refugees scattered all over the place. The night-shift patrolman walked around the door with a gas lamp. When he saw Zong Ying, who was in a state of embarrassment with two children, he just glanced at her and stopped paying attention to her.

Zong Ying turned around and walked back. At this time, the Chinese world was only stagnant. There were no shops open, and the two dollars left in her pocket was useless.

The baby in his arms was tired from crying and fell asleep. But the quiet and deep sleep is only temporary. If there is no timely food supply, he will try his best to come to this bloody world, but he still has no chance to survive.

At this time, an army green jeep suddenly came speeding from the other side of the street and stopped abruptly at a distance of 100 meters from the entrance of the concession. Two ** soldiers jumped down from above, and then a young officer got off the co-pilot, as if to inspect the fortifications.

Zong Ying stopped a few meters away and looked over. After the inspection, the officer strode towards the jeep.

In the dim morning light, he took off his military cap and frowned and lit a cigarette.

Zong Ying recognized him—

The young man in military uniform in the family portrait in the living room of the Sheng family.

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