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Chapter 115 Suffocation
Jiang He stood in front of the mirror, her eyes revealing a hint of nervousness and anticipation.

Today, she carefully selected a simple and appropriate business outfit, trying to be in the best possible condition for an important interview.

This was not only a job opportunity, but also an important chance for her to share the burden of her family's financial situation.

However, as she was about to leave home, her heart was filled with deep worry for her child.

She turned around and her gaze fell on Lin's mother, who was sitting on the living room sofa. Lin's mother was engrossed in a television program and seemed oblivious to everything around her.

Jiang He walked gently to Lin's mother's side, her tone full of sincerity: "Mom, I'm going out to look for a job today. Please take good care of the child. He's had a cold these past few days and has a bad cough. Please keep a close eye on him and call me immediately if anything seems wrong."

Lin's mother didn't even look up, still staring at the TV screen. She waved her hand impatiently and replied perfunctorily, "I know, I know, you can go ahead and do your job. How could I not take care of my own grandson? I've raised several children, how could I mess up this little thing?"

Lin's mother's voice carried a hint of disdain, as if Jiang He's worries were unnecessary.

Although Jiang He was still a little uneasy, the interview was imminent, and she really didn't have any extra time to give any more instructions.

She glanced again at her sleeping child in the bedroom; the child's face was pale from a cold, which made her heart clench even tighter.

But she could only grit her teeth and hurriedly leave home. All the way, her child's image kept flashing through her mind, and she silently prayed for her child's safety and for everything to go smoothly.

The interview went more smoothly than Jiang He had imagined. She won over the interviewers with her solid professional knowledge and excellent communication skills.

Just as she was filled with joy, as if she could see the light at the end of the tunnel for her new job, her phone suddenly vibrated in her pocket. Seeing that the caller ID showed her home number, Jiang He's heart clenched, and an ominous premonition surged into her heart like a tide.

With trembling fingers, she pressed the answer button. Immediately, Lin's mother's voice, choked with sobs, came from the other end of the line: "Jiang He, come back quickly, something seems wrong with the child!"

Lin's mother's voice was filled with fear and panic, making Jiang He feel as if her world had collapsed instantly.

"What's wrong? Mom, what's wrong with the child? Don't scare me!" Jiang He's voice trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes uncontrollably.

"I...I don't know either. I just took a nap, and when I woke up I saw the child like this. He didn't respond when I called him. I really don't know what happened..."

Lin's mother spoke incoherently on the other end of the phone, her voice clearly conveying a sense of shirking responsibility.

Jiang He didn't even bother to say goodbye to the interviewer before rushing out of the company.

On the way home in a taxi, she kept urging the driver to go faster, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. Her mind was filled with images of the various dangerous scenarios her child might encounter, each one causing her excruciating heartache.

Finally, Jiang He rushed home.

As soon as she entered, she saw the child lying quietly on the sofa, his little face already frighteningly purple, his eyes tightly closed, devoid of his usual liveliness and liveliness. Jiang He felt a wave of dizziness and almost fainted.

She rushed over frantically, hugged the child tightly in her arms, and cried out at the top of her lungs, "Baby, baby, what's wrong? Mommy's here! Wake up!"

Jiang He's voice was filled with despair and pain, tears streaming down her face. Lin's mother, pale with fright, trembled slightly, muttering repeatedly, "I really just dozed off for a little while, who knew it would turn out like this... How could this child suddenly become like this..."

Her eyes revealed a hint of panic and evasion, as if she was trying her best to absolve herself of responsibility.

Jiang He had no time to pay attention to Lin's mother's words at that moment; her mind was completely focused on her child's safety. She held the child tightly and rushed to the hospital without delay.

All the way, she held her child tightly in her arms, constantly saying encouraging words: "Baby, you have to hold on, we're almost at the hospital, the doctors will definitely save you. You are the bravest child, you must pull through!"

Jiang He's voice was choked with sobs, filled with deep love and worry for her child. Upon arriving at the hospital, Jiang He carried her child and ran frantically to the emergency room.

The doctor quickly rushed the child into the emergency room, while Jiang He was ruthlessly kept outside. Her legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down her face like a burst dam, her heart filled with self-blame and regret.

"It's all my fault. Why did I go out to find a job? Why did I leave the child with my mother? How could I be so careless... I should have stayed by the child's side all the time. I'm such a bad mother..."

Jiang He kept blaming herself; every word felt like a sharp knife, piercing her heart.

Her body trembled uncontrollably from overwhelming grief, her eyes filled with despair and helplessness.

Lin's mother also rushed to the hospital. She stood beside Jiang He, head down, eyes darting around, not daring to look Jiang He in the eye. She murmured as if she wanted to say something, but didn't know how to begin.

She knew that this was her negligence that almost caused a disaster, but she instinctively wanted to shirk responsibility.

Outside the emergency room, time seemed to stand still; every second was agonizing for Jiang He. She clasped her hands together, praying incessantly that her child would be safe. Memories of her time with her child flashed through her mind, those warm moments now like sharp blades piercing her heart.

After what seemed like an eternity, the door to the emergency room finally opened slowly. The doctor emerged, and Jiang He sprang to her feet like a spring, rushing forward and anxiously asking, "Doctor, how is my child? Please, you must save him!"

The doctor removed his mask, a relieved smile on his face: "The child is out of danger. It was caused by too much phlegm from his cold that couldn't be expelled in time, leading to suffocation. Fortunately, he was brought in in time; any later and the consequences would have been unimaginable."

Hearing the doctor's words, Jiang He's tense nerves finally relaxed, and she couldn't help but cry tears of joy.

Her legs went weak, and she almost collapsed to the ground again, but thankfully a nurse nearby caught her in time. She gripped the doctor's hand tightly, sobbing as she repeatedly expressed her gratitude: "Thank you, doctor, thank you all, you saved my child's life..."

The child was taken to the ward, and Jiang He didn't dare leave for a moment. She stayed by the child's bedside, her eyes fixed on the child's pale face.

Standing to the side, Lin's mother said guiltily, "Jiang He, it was my fault this time. I shouldn't have been so careless and almost harmed the child. Don't worry, I will definitely change in the future."