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Chapter 220 - 222: A "Mom" Uttered From The Heart_1

It was another African woman who lifted the baby, using a clean piece of cloth.

The pregnant woman had passed out after giving birth. Chenxing sat dazedly, finding herself unable to control her feelings.

One can never comprehend the terror without personally assisting in childbirth.

She even felt that she was more anxious and closer to the line between life and death than the woman who had just given birth.

A tear involuntarily rolled down from the corner of her eye.

Her mind was filled with the image of the woman in the mental hospital staring blankly at her.

The woman who had given birth to her after surviving a disaster.

At that time, she didn’t dare make eye contact with that woman. She refused to fall into that reality. Even when she had flown back to visit her biological mother, who had given her the gift of life, she ended up running away.

She never lived with her biological mother; she could not experience that kind of love.

The maternal love in her heart was all from her adoptive mother.

She was afraid that the foolish woman would take the place in her heart that belonged to her foster mother. The debt of gratitude for raising her was greater than the heavens, even if Gu Shaocheng told her that her foster father was her real enemy. She couldn’t bring herself to resent them. All of her maternal and paternal love were given to her by them, what right did she have to hate the two who had raised her with difficulty?

But at this moment, her heart was filled with overwhelming emotion. No matter how she rejected the thought of her biological mother, carrying a baby for nine months, childbirth is such a painful task.

Chenxing’s lips trembled violently, and her throat rolled several times. The broken sound of the word "Mother" echoed from the depths of her heart.

She covered her mouth, and her tears silently rolled down.

"Sister Angel, why are you crying?" The daughter of the mother held her face, timidly but uncontrollably kissed her: "Sister Angel, my mother and brother are fine, thank you."

Chenxing raised her head and glanced at the thin, dark-skinned little girl. Seeing the gratitude on the little girl’s face, she realized her own emotions and quickly wiped her eyes, "No... No need to thank me."

"Nurse, what’s wrong with you?" A soldier who was moving supplies in asked her with concern.

Chenxing sniffed, "I miss my mom."

"Oh, don’t be sad, I miss my mom too. I’ve been in Liberia for seven months and only talked to her once on the phone. Watching others give birth must be really touching, reminding you of your mom’s greatness? She must be thinking of you too, so don’t cry. There are still many people here who need our help."

Chenxing nodded, hurriedly keeping her emotions in check, and told the soldier, "Thank you."

Chenxing’s heart felt slightly relieved, and she plunged back into work, treating a few lightly injured villagers with simple yet careful procedures.

Just then, someone outside began shouting, "Get out, get out, the water level is rising, this place is going to flood soon, everyone, get out, all out, get on the life raft."

The voice was frantic, the over twenty people in the room broke into a tumult.

It was utter chaos.

Especially the villagers, who began to run out one after another, as if fearing they would be too late.

The soldiers maintaining order cried out not to panic, but perhaps they didn’t understand English. Chenxing was left behind with them, and another soldier immediately hoisted the passed out woman on his shoulder to get out: "The life raft can’t take this many people at once, let the pregnant lady get on first, everyone make way, make way."