Hearing Qin Jiang say this, Wang Rong, who had just been blaming Song Xia, was instantly stunned.
“Th-this can’t be right, can it? My son clearly drank all the milk—I watched him drink it myself. How could he have choked on it?”
Wang Rong still tried to make excuses, but Qin Jiang didn’t give her the chance.
He said calmly, “Babies are not the same as adults.”
“After an adult eats something, reflux is rare, because they’re mostly in an upright position, their bodies are fully developed, and they have much better control over their muscles.”
“But babies spend most of their time lying down or being held. On top of that, their bodies aren’t fully developed yet, and their muscle control is very weak, so fluid reflux happens often.”
“Especially after eating too much—that reflux becomes even more pronounced. And once that reflux causes milk to go down the wrong pipe, it can very easily lead to suffocation in an infant.”
Zou Meili added, “That’s right. When the baby was brought in earlier, his esophagus, stomach, and abdomen were all full of milk.”
“That massive amount of milk was the main reason he stopped breathing.”
Hearing Qin Jiang say all this, Wang Rong’s face completely lost its composure.
She had wanted to distance herself from any blame, but now—instead of clearing her name—she’d ended up as the primary cause of Ning Guang’s choking and suffocation!
The netizens in the live stream couldn’t hold back anymore either, and they started roasting her.
“This woman is so ungrateful! Her mother-in-law kindly came to help take care of the kid, and now that something’s happened to the baby, she’s turning around and blaming her!”
“Exactly. When I was pregnant and gave birth, my in-laws never lifted a finger. I raised my kid all by myself.”
“Only those who’ve actually taken care of a child know how exhausting it really is. My husband felt bad for me at the time, so he offered to handle the baby himself—he didn’t get a full night’s sleep for over half a year.”
“Taking care of a kid is truly draining. Sometimes you fall asleep while trying to get the baby to sleep—isn’t that completely normal?”
The netizens all sided with Song Xia. After hearing Qin Jiang’s explanation, Ning Qi quickly stepped in to smooth things over.
“I told you—this was just an accident, right?”
“Mom has been working so hard taking care of Ning Guang lately. It’s normal for her to be tired and doze off now and then. Wang Rong, just say a little less, okay?”
Zou Meili pursed her lips, thinking that Ning Qi was way too soft as a man.
Just a moment ago, Wang Rong had clearly been trying to pin all the blame on Song Xia, yet when it came to Ning Qi, all he did was tell Wang Rong to “say a little less”?
But even that wasn’t enough for Wang Rong.
She let out a hmph and said, “Taking care of a child is always tiring. I just think this is something you can’t afford to be careless about.”
“If you’re tired, just tell me—I can look after the baby for a while too. We can take turns. That way it’s safe and nobody gets worn out.”
No matter how she spun it, Wang Rong still believed the fault lay with Song Xia.
Song Xia was a kind-hearted mother-in-law. Right now, all her thoughts were on Ning Guang. All she wanted was for him to get better soon.
As for what Wang Rong said about her—she didn’t care one bit.
“Since Ning Guang’s suffocation is related to overfeeding, I still have a few questions I need to ask. Ms. Wang, I hope you’ll answer them seriously.”
“Based on your answers, I’ll decide whether or not to hand this matter over to the police.”
The moment Qin Jiang said that, Wang Rong and Ning Qi both tensed up.
“Wait—Dr. Qin, we came here for treatment. What does this have to do with the police?”
Qin Jiang said flatly, “From the milk we suctioned out in the resuscitation room, we found that the amount we removed was at least 500 milliliters.”
“Adding in the portion already absorbed by Ning Guang, plus what’s still in his stomach, the total amount of milk he drank this time was probably around one liter.”
“As a mother, I’m sure the hospital gave you some basic breastfeeding training after you gave birth, right?”
“Even if they didn’t, you must have read some books or articles on nursing basics, right?”
“For such a small child, to feed him one liter of milk in one go—I have reasonable grounds to suspect that you were intentionally attempting murder!”
Hearing that, Wang Rong’s face went pale.
Her earlier arrogance was gone. She frantically waved her hands at Qin Jiang.
“No—no, I really didn’t mean anything like that! Ning Guang is my son—how could I possibly try to kill my own child?!”
Qin Jiang pressed on, “Then explain this to me—why did you feed your son so much milk? Didn’t you know it could cause serious consequences?”
After all, a child isn’t like an adult.
Some kids don’t know when they’re full—if you keep feeding them, they’ll keep eating.
There are plenty of clueless parents who think a baby eating a lot is a blessing, so they let them have as much as they want.
But they don’t realize that letting them eat so freely can actually make them sick—or even put their lives at risk.
Seeing that Qin Jiang wanted a reasonable explanation, Wang Rong grew awkward. She stammered for a long time, unable to get the words out.
Qin Jiang said, “If you can’t give me an explanation, I’ll have the police come in.”
Panicking, Wang Rong finally confessed, “I… I did it because I was engorged.”
After blurting that out, she was so embarrassed she could barely face anyone—she wished she could crawl into a hole in the ground.
Ning Qi also chimed in to defend her.
“That’s right, Dr. Qin. My wife has a special constitution—she produces a lot of milk.”
“Even after feeding Ning Guang, there’s still plenty left over. She can’t sleep well every night because of it, and seeing her toss and turn like that breaks my heart too.”
The live stream viewers were completely floored.
“Huh? I thought of so many possibilities, but that one never crossed my mind—someone actually worries about having too much milk?”
“Engorgement is awful. It’s like being injured—you swell up, and your chest feels heavy and tight. Worst of all, if there’s too much, it hurts—like it’s about to burst.”
“Oh my god, there’s actually a condition this bizarre?”
“I’ve only ever heard of not having enough milk—I never imagined having too much could be a problem too. Guess the old saying is right: everything needs to be done in moderation.”
Qin Jiang frowned and said, “Aren’t there plenty of ways to deal with engorgement?”
“A breast pump, or getting your husband to help out—why would you dump it all on the baby? What kind of mother does that?”
In Qin Jiang’s eyes, Wang Rong’s behavior was completely unreasonable.
It was like forcing leftovers on a child because there was too much food at home.
A child isn’t a trash can for leftovers.
