Xiuzhen's mother saw those people leaving, dragging her wounds all over her body, and crawled to Xiuzhen's side.
She looked at the blood flowing under her daughter's legs, and her eyes were as red as blood.
Same, she wanted to stop her daughter's bleeding, but the bleeding was like a stream and couldn't be stopped at all.
"Mom, mother, I'm fine.
My child, my child is still alive.
Please help me, help me."
Xiuzhen tried her best to open her eyes.
She looked at her mother helplessly and kept pleading.
"What do you want to do?
What do you want me to do for you?"
Xiuzhenniang asked while crying while holding her daughter's hand.
"Scissors, give me the scissors, the child is still alive, the child is still alive," Xiuzhen said desperately, pointing to the scissors that fell next to her when she was beaten just now.
Xiuzhen's mother didn't know what Xiuzhen was going to do.
She just watched her eagerly trying to grab the scissors.
She quickly moved over to pick up the scissors and handed them to her hand.
"Mom, can you find a way to get me the hot water you prepared earlier?"
Xiuzhen said, leaning on the leg of the only table in the house, panting in the room.
"I'm going to do it, I'm going to do it."
Xiuzhen pushed herself hard, tried to get up, and then dragged her injured body and limped out.
She almost fell to the ground several times, but she still tried her best. move out Xiuzhen saw her mother leaving the house.
She patted her belly with her hand and felt An Qing's small handprint on hers.
A bright smile appeared on her blood-stained face.
She gently patted her little hand and said, "Good boy, wait a minute.
Mom will save you.
Mom will definitely save you."
As she said this, she actually measured the approximate position of the child in her belly with her hand.
After that, he lifted it up and almost stabbed it into his own stomach.
Xiuzhen opened her belly bit by bit, and then applied more force.
Blood started to flow out, but she never stopped.
The pain made her forehead and body covered with sweat and blood.
She cut it open with scissors. belly, while tracing the location of Anqing with his hand.
Although An Qing was in her belly, she could clearly feel everything Xiuzhen, her mother, had done for her.
An Qing's eyes were filled with tears while she was still in her belly.
Her little hands pressed hard on the baby.
Xiuzhen touched her hand.
She wanted to give this mother a little strength.
She wanted her to live.
She was a good mother.
When Xiuzhen's mother staggered in again carrying hot water, she cried out.
When the family heard this, they just thought that Xiuzhen and the child were dead and two, so they walked away contentedly.
However, Xiuzhen's mother crawled up to Xiuzhen: "My child, my child, hold on, mother, help you, you are the best mother, you must hold on, otherwise The child is pitiful.”
"Mom, I know, child.
The child is very well-behaved.
She understands.
I think she is a girl because she is considerate.
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Look, look at her hands."
Xiuzhen moved her hand away and let her The mother went to see the small handprint there, which made Xiuzhenniang burst into tears.
She patted Anqing's small hand that was printed through her belly and said: "Come on, you sign, mother, come on." , no one helps us, this The child can still be born, and the three of us mothers can still survive."
Xiuzhen gritted her teeth and let her tears keep flowing down.
The scissors on her hand slowly slid down.
Little by little, An Qing saw the outside.
In the world, I also saw the blurry and weak mother, who was almost breathless and covered in blood.
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