On June 17, 2014, my son was born. We named him Zhao Wenxuan, with a nickname of Zhuangzhuang. The little guy, weighing just over two pounds, was born with multiple health issues, initially diagnosed with brain and heart disease, plus other deformities. He was immediately transferred into the intensive care unit at the best children's hospital in the Qiqihar area. By the beginning of July, my son was discharged, not because he had recovered but because the hospital advised Chenguang to give up the treatment.
I remember very clearly that day at noon, when I and the older family members took our little son from the hands of the intensive care nurse. He weighed around five pounds by then. His tiny face was pale without a trace of blood. Every time he peed, the diverticulum of his urethral valve would cause him intense pain and he would cry out extraordinarily loudly.
