“What are you standing there for? Hurry up and go!”
In an emergency rescue, every second counts in snatching a life from death’s grip. So Qin Jiang’s tone wasn’t as gentle as usual—he used a direct, commanding voice to get Zou Mo Li moving.
After a tense round of resuscitation, the infant finally regained a heartbeat.
Zou Mo Li let out a sigh of relief, but Qin Jiang’s expression remained stern.
“Contact the medical services department. Have them take the child in for close observation.”
Zou Mo Li nodded, pulled out her phone, and got in touch with the authorities.
The moment Qin Jiang stepped out of the pharmacy, the family rushed over.
“Doctor, how’s my son?”
Qin Jiang took off his mask and said, “For now, he’s out of immediate danger.”
Hearing that the child was out of the woods, the family let out a collective sigh of relief.
But then Qin Jiang continued, “However, by the time he was brought in, his face, hands, and feet had already turned blue and purple. That means he’d been in a state of asphyxiation for quite a while.”
“For a child this young, oxygen deprivation can cause irreversible damage to the brain and other organs. You need to be mentally prepared for that.”
The family was stunned.
The child’s grandmother broke down into loud sobs, her emotions completely spiraling.
Among the three of them, the man was the calmest.
He held himself together, forcing himself not to collapse, and asked in a trembling voice, “Doctor—what kind of damage are you talking about? How much will it affect his life?”
He still clung to a sliver of hope.
Qin Jiang looked at him and replied, “Brain damage can take many forms—consciousness disorders, motor dysfunction, speech impairment, vision problems, epilepsy, mental abnormalities, and more.”
“I only said there’s a possibility of brain damage. Whether it actually happens, and what form it takes, will require ongoing observation down the road.”
Qin Jiang’s words hit the family like a sledgehammer, plunging their hearts into despair.
The child was so young—and now there was a chance of brain damage.
How would he live and learn when he grew up?
At that moment, the grandmother began beating her chest in anguish.
“It’s all my fault! I didn’t take it seriously enough! I should have brought Xiao Guang here sooner!”
Seeing the old woman so consumed by guilt, the man hurried over to comfort her.
“Mom, this isn’t your fault. It was just an accident—none of us wanted this.”
“Please don’t be so hard on yourself. You’ll make yourself sick.”
Qin Jiang also addressed the three of them: “I need to get a full picture of your situation. Let’s sit down and talk.”
He invited them to sit, but none of them were in the mood.
Seeing they wouldn’t take a seat, Qin Jiang reiterated firmly:
“Your child is out of immediate danger for now. I need more information in order to determine the next steps for his treatment. Standing around like this without letting your emotions settle won’t do him any good.”
Hearing that, the family finally sat down.
With something to support them, they unconsciously began to relax, and their emotions gradually steadied.
Qin Jiang had the child’s father present his ID for registration.
That was when he learned the father’s name was Ning Qi, who worked at a design institute.
The mother was Wang Rong. She’d just finished her postpartum month and hadn’t returned to work yet—she was still at home recovering.
Because Wang Rong was still weak and often drowsy, the baby slept with his grandmother, Song Xia, at night.
Song Xia was usually very meticulous with the child. After all, Ning Guang was the only grandson in the Ning family, so she doted on him and was always careful, terrified that something might happen to him.
But unexpectedly, during their afternoon nap that day, the accident still occurred.
Qin Jiang looked at Song Xia and asked, “So how did you realize something was wrong?”
Wiping her tears, Song Xia said, “After I washed Xiao Guang’s diapers, I went to the bedroom to put him down for a nap.”
“I’ve been so exhausted these past few days that while I was trying to soothe him, I accidentally fell asleep myself.”
“About ten minutes later, I heard this strange sound coming from Xiao Guang’s throat—like something was stuck.”
“When I looked more closely, I saw milk pouring out of his mouth, and his face had turned blue.”
“I knew right away something was terribly wrong, so I called them and we rushed the baby over.”
According to Song Xia, she brought the child in immediately after noticing something was off.
Qin Jiang’s clinic was the closest to their home. From going out the door and down the stairs to running over, it took about five minutes in total.
When the staff outside heard Song Xia say the baby was in critical condition, they didn’t stop them—they just let them straight in.
That meant the child’s oxygen deprivation likely lasted no more than seven minutes.
Qin Jiang took detailed notes.
Generally speaking, because infants are more fragile, oxygen deprivation lasting over four minutes can already cause brain damage.
Some children may even suffer damage after just two minutes.
So a lot depends on the individual.
Right now, Qin Jiang’s top priority was figuring out exactly what caused this.
Just as he was about to speak, Wang Rong—who had been sitting nearby—suddenly started complaining.
“I’ve said it so many times: Xiao Guang should be cared for by me, not by Mom.”
“Times are different now. Children are precious. And now look—Xiao Guang is in trouble!”
Song Xia was already wracked with guilt. Hearing her daughter-in-law say that only made her cry even harder.
Ning Qi tried to mediate.
“Don’t say that. It was just an accident—no one could have predicted it.”
“And besides, Mom brought the child over immediately.”
But Wang Rong wasn’t having it.
“What do you mean, ‘immediately’? Didn’t you hear what was just said?”
“Mom fell asleep first, and then the baby had a problem—she only woke up because she heard the noise.”
“Who knows if he’d already stopped breathing before she even heard anything? How can the person watching the baby fall asleep before the baby does?”
Wang Rong was filled with resentment.
After all, Ning Guang was her own flesh and blood, carried for ten months. Now she was told he might have brain damage—and as his mother, she simply couldn’t accept it.
When people can’t accept something, they often don’t look inward for the cause.
So all Wang Rong wanted to do was blame Song Xia. It felt like the only way to ease her own burden—to make herself seem like a devoted mother and paint Song Xia as the irresponsible grandmother.
Seeing that Song Xia’s emotions were about to spiral completely out of control, Qin Jiang spoke up:
“Based on our examination and what you’ve just described, I believe the cause of Ning Guang’s suffocation was overfeeding, which led to milk aspiration and choking.”
