005, save my Baobao!

"Ah!" Gu Xinzhou cried out in despair, "Someone help, save me, save my Baobao! Ah!"

Perhaps she foresaw that the little life was hanging by a thread.

Gu Xinzhou's face was as white as a sheet.

She knelt in a pool of blood, again like a shattered crystal doll, desperate and helpless.

Hospital.

Gu Xinzhou delivered twins by cesarean section.

She herself was in a state of shock the whole time.

The doctors marked the babies, cleaned them up, vaccinated them, wrapped them up, and sent them to the newborn observation room.

When the doctor came out of the newborn observation room, he called over a Chinese lady.

He said in Italian, "Look at this child, he's very healthy. His mother fainted and was brought in after falling. She has no idea that both of her sons are alive."

The Chinese lady had never had children of her own.

She had been waiting here for a long time.

Those blond-haired, blue-eyed babies, or the little cuties with brown hair, were certainly adorable, but she had always wanted an Eastern child.

Raising one from birth, the child would never discover that he wasn't her own.

A check was slipped into the doctor's pocket.

The doctor felt his pocket, raised it slightly, saw the number on it, and nodded with pleasure, "Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."

Gu Xinzhou woke up six hours after the childbirth.

When the doctor regretfully told her, "I'm sorry, Miss Gu, we did everything we could.

The younger of your children is very healthy.

But the older one... when we took him out, he showed no signs of life."

Gu Xinzhou's face turned ashen.

The day she suffered as a mother, the day of birth for one child, became the day of death for the other.

A strong sense of self-reproach overwhelmed her.

Gu Xinzhou clutched the bedding and wept fiercely.

How could she be so foolish as to get robbed in a supermarket?

How could she fail to protect her own Baobao?

"Wu wu~"

"Song Zhen brother, do you even know you've lost a Baobao?"

"Aw wu wu~"

There was pain from the incision on her body.

There was the pain of losing a child in her heart.

This pressure nearly stopped Gu Xinzhou from breathing.

She had never felt such failure in her life; born a sinful bastard, she stubbornly had a pair of bastards herself and now she couldn't even protect her own child!

A nurse who was involved in the delivery stood at the door of the ward, her heart aching at the sight of Gu Xinzhou's despair and collapse.

She paced back and forth several times, until finally, Gu Xinzhou's attending doctor called her away.

Four years later.

Now 24, Gu Xinzhou had found a job as an international news translator at a local television station.

She was doing quite well and earning a good salary.

Perhaps after working, she had seen a broader world and experienced more of human warmth and coldness; her mindset and values were slowly changing.

The once naive and youthful temperament had transformed into confidence and elegance.

The woman she was now had been refined from a broken glass doll into a phoenix rising from the ashes.

That day, she received a call from her father.

Her grandmother had passed away, and he insisted that she come back for the funeral no matter what.

This was her birth mother's mother.

The significance was different.

Gu Xinzhou knew she couldn't avoid it this time.

She left her four-year-old son with a good friend in Italy, promising to return in a week.

Carrying her suitcase, Gu Xinzhou finally embarked on her journey home.