Gu Xinzhou gently held one of George's small hands.
The back of that little hand bore two small marks left from needle pricks and a slight bruise.
Gu Xinzhou was heartbroken and observed carefully the child's delicate fingers.
She dared not move for fear the child might suddenly wake up.
Time seemed to stand still.
Gu Xinzhou stayed by the bedside until four-thirty.
During that time, George's catheter bag was full, and Shen Shiqing came over to change it once.
Seeing the child still struggling with the catheter, Gu Xinzhou remained silent, tears continuously falling.
Shen Shiqing didn't have time to attend to her.
He simply stepped forward, took George's temperature, and studied carefully the life-sign data provided by the machines.
After confirming there were no issues, he gently patted George's little face, saying meaningfully, "Little pig, you sure can sleep!"
Watching Shen Shiqing's actions, Gu Xinzhou said in a heartbroken whisper, "Don't hit him!"
