This Student Xieâs meaning needs careful pondering. The implication is that it doesnât matter how a child grows up physically; whatâs more important is the character, knowledge, and qualities developed later.
Student Xie is as rational as ever. Student Lin Hao and Student Li Qiâan are speechless.
"Ahem." Ren Chongda approached and cleared his throat.
The three students turned their heads, surprised to see the counselor, and called out in unison, "Teacher Ren, are you ambushing us?"
This group of little rascals is becoming increasingly outspoken with him.
Ren Chongda glanced at the three of them and said, "Youâre discussing your senior brother and sisterâs child behind their backs; be careful, the walls have ears."
No way! The three waved to the counselor, indicating they hadnât spoken ill of the senior brother and sisterâs child.
Besides, itâs hard to believe the counselor is uninterested in whether the child takes after the father or the mother.
Ren Chongda neared an incubator to observe his old classmateâs child.
Oh dear, it seems this child really suffered upon arrival; the skin shows signs of previous oxygen deficiency and pitifully requires oxygen. Itâs said the child inhaled amniotic fluid, which could lead to inflammation and fever.
"Whereâs the on-duty doctor?" Ren Chongda lifted his head to ask, seeking professional pediatric advice.
Xie Wanying informed Teacher Ren, "Teacher Nie is on the way back; he already phoned to guide the on-duty doctor to administer Ceftriaxone to the child."
Seeing the medication administered timely, Ren Chongda felt slightly relieved.
Creak, the NICU door swung open as someone squeezed through the door gap. The two entrants donned disposable isolation gowns and slippers before speaking to the group.
"Ren Chongda is here. Was he notified by Zhu Huicang?"
This voice sounded like Senior Gao. The three students, alongside Teacher Ren, turned back and saw the silhouettes of two seniors. Indeed, it was Senior Gao and Senior Tao.
Ren Chongda blinked unexpectedly: Why did these two show up?
"How could we not come?" Gao Zhaocheng spoke earnestly, "Rumor has it Li Xiaobing had a difficult labor, almost dying in Cao Yongâs place; how could we not rush over? Others are coming for the same reason." The eighth-grade seniors are not cold-hearted; they appear when needed.
Xie Wanying and the other two students felt chills.
Rumors are terrifying, suggesting Senior Caoâs place would become a haunted house. No wonder Senior Cao rushed home quickly.
Ren Chongda covered his face, feeling awkward about pitying Cao Yong inwardly.
"Howâs the childâs condition?" Tao Zhijie observed the state inside the incubator, asking seriously with eyes usually filled with laughter, "Is there a fever?"
"Amniotic fluid inhalation. Theyâve administered Ceftriaxone." Ren Chongda said.
Gao Zhaocheng observed the child, asking, "Boy or girl?"
With a diaper covering the child below, the gender was unrecognizable for now.
Ren Chongda asked the students, "Boy or girl?"
The three students thought inwardly. The teacher criticized them for gossiping, yet is more curious than them; they hadnât considered the childâs gender during the rescue.
"Why arenât you speaking?" Ren Chongda pressed the three for their silent expressionsâ meaning.
Laughter burst out. Everyone turned and saw Tao Zhijie laughing.
What was this mysterious Buddha amused by? Ren Chongda and Gao Zhaocheng wondered.
"Did you rescue solo?" Tao Zhijie lifted his head, questioning the junior sister.
Senior Taoâs eyes smiled almost menacingly despite the growing grin. Xie Wanying truthfully said, "No."
"Who was assisting you in rescuing the child?" Tao Zhijie inquired softly.
"It was Doctor Song."
Only after Ren Chongda and Gao Zhaocheng learned Doctor Song was present on-site did they realize: This child owes its survival to this.