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"Xia Xia, Xiao Bao, Xiao Bao might..." Ningyuan couldn't bring himself to say it.
"What happened to Xiao Bao?" I asked anxiously.
"Is she running a fever? Or is she seriously ill? Don't rush me; I need to go back home to check on the child. You should go to work first." At that moment, I thought the child was just sick.
"My... mother said Xiao Bao... Xiao Bao is gone." When Lu Ningyuan uttered these words, his voice was already choked with tears.
"Gone? How could Xiao Bao be gone? What happened to her?" I asked my weeping husband, my voice trembling.
"Mom said she took Xiao Bao to the field to work. Our neighbor, Uncle Zhang, saw the child with a flushed face and jokingly asked about it. When he touched her, he realized she had a fever. They took her to a nearby clinic for fever medicine. When they came home at noon and gave her the medicine, Xiao Bao started convulsing and then fell unconscious. By the time they got her to the hospital, she had already stopped breathing."
"Xiao Bao... my Xiao Bao... my Xiao Bao..." As I felt weak all over, Lu Ningyuan and I rushed back to the hospital in our hometown, where his parents were waiting at the entrance with displeasure.
"After giving Xiao Bao her medicine yesterday, she fell asleep. Then not long after, she started convulsing and wouldn't wake up no matter how we called her. By the time we got her to the hospital, it was too late," Mother Lu said.
"Mom, which clinic was it? What medicine did they give her? I need to find them; my Xiao Bao can't just be gone like this!" I screamed in anguish as Lu Ningyuan held me tightly.
"Xiao Bao, where are you? I want to see my Xiao Bao, my poor little one!" Overwhelmed with despair, I fainted.
Lu Ningyuan hurriedly carried me toward the doctor.
"A girl? She died; what's there to be sad about?" Father Lu muttered from behind us.
"What did you just say?" Lu Ningyuan looked at his father in disbelief. He knew his parents favored sons over daughters and looked down on families without sons. But Xiao Bao was their granddaughter; how could they be so indifferent?
"I said, a girl died; so what? Why mourn? Your brother is getting married soon; how can we afford to raise a daughter?" Father Lu stated matter-of-factly.
"Raise a daughter? Didn't Xia Xia and I give you five thousand every month? Besides, I'm secretly giving Ning Yu two thousand each month," Lu Ningyuan countered.
"A girl? What good is all that money for raising her?"
Lu Ningyuan stared incredulously at his father. He couldn't bear to think about how Xiao Bao had been cared for here.
When I woke up, I found myself in a hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, consumed by thoughts of Xiao Bao being gone—my little one was gone.
"Ningyuan, where's Xiao Bao? I want my Xiao Bao," I croaked out to my husband who was sitting beside me.
"Xia Xia, please calm down; Xiao Bao has already left us," Lu Ningyuan replied with swollen eyes.
"No, no! I want my Xiao Bao back! Bring her back to me!" I struggled to get out of bed to find my child.
Lu Ningyuan held me tightly, preventing me from moving. He understood that I needed to remain calm at that moment, but he also knew the pain of losing a child all too well.
“Xia Xia, you need to take care of yourself. You're pregnant again. It's only been a little over a month; it must be from last time...” Lu Ningyuan said with difficulty.
“Pregnant... my little treasure just left, my little treasure...”
Lu Ningyuan quickly embraced me, comforting me, “Xia Lin, don’t get too upset. Just think, if your little treasure saw you like this, it would be heartbroken.”
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