Eating melons

Chapter 748: Not having children is also a kind of kindness

I don't know how long it took, maybe an hour or two, maybe shorter, maybe longer

Sudden--

“Wow…Wow—!”

An extremely sharp and heart-wrenching cry suddenly exploded, like a rusty saw, brutally cutting through the fragile tranquility in the dormitory!

What followed was a series of uncontrollable, horrible noises of splashing liquid!

An odor several times stronger than during the day, with a fishy and foul smell from high temperature fermentation, broke out in an instant like a real plague, filling every corner of the dormitory!

"Uh……"

"what sound?!"

"vomit……"

A chaotic sound of screams, groans, and suppressed retching suddenly rang out in the darkness.

"Click!" The kerosene lamp was suddenly lit.

The lights in the dormitory had been turned off long ago, and only a few people had flashlights. Li Xiaoling was half-leaning up, her hands shaking violently, and the glass lampshade made a crisp sound when it knocked against each other.

Li Xiaoling tried hard to open her sleepy face, trying to see what was happening below.

"what!!!"

Wu Li was about to collapse and covered her head with the quilt desperately. She knew without turning on the flashlight that it must be the one pulling it again.

Everyone in the dormitory probably already knew what had happened, because it was a daytime scene and the few people who had flashlights didn't want to turn them on to see the scene.

They all pulled the quilt over their heads and covered themselves with it desperately to prevent themselves from breathing in the foul smell in the air.

Li Xiaoling staggered out of bed and used a dim kerosene lamp to illuminate the scene of the crime - Wang Guilan's bed.

The scene was even more shocking than during the day. Four-year-old Tiedan curled up into a ball, his little face flushed red, his lips chapped and cracked, and he groaned in pain with his eyes closed.

Two-year-old Yaya sat directly in a pool of yellow and green, thin and dirty liquid, crying with her mouth wide open and almost suffocating, her face and body covered with tears, snot and dirt.

The mattress, the sheets, and even the cotton-padded jacket draped over the bed rails were all covered in disgusting stains.

The suffocating stench was emanating from there continuously, almost making people faint.

"Oh my! Oh my God! Why...I have a fever again!"

Li Xiaoling's voice was filled with tears and complete despair.

"Wang Guilan!"

Wu Li suddenly sat up from the bed, her face ashen, her stomach churning, and her voice completely distorted by extreme anger and disgust.

"Are you fucking done yet? You make trouble during the day and then at night! We're here to study, not to clean up your shit and piss! Get out! Take your little debt collector and get out!"

Liu Lin, who was standing next to her, lay down on the edge of the bed and started retching, tears coming out of her eyes. She covered her mouth and nose tightly and cursed in a muffled voice.

"It stinks! It's a poison gas bomb! Wang Guilan, did you do this on purpose? We can't stay here anymore! Get out!"

The other roommates were also completely awakened by the smoke, and the sounds of violent coughing, angry turning over, suppressed complaints and curses instantly filled the entire small space.

Wang Guilan tried in a panic to pick up the crying, struggling, and filthy Yaya, but was tripped by the terribly scalded Niu Niu.

Her hair was disheveled and her clothes were in disarray. Her face was as pale as paper in the dim light, and her tears were streaming down her face. Her voice was shrill and desperate.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, everyone... I didn't mean to... The child suddenly... had a burning fever and started talking nonsense... I didn't stop him... What else could I do... Please, have some mercy... Wuwu..."

It's the same rhetoric again! As if tears and "there's nothing I can do" can smooth over everything!

"There's no other way? If you can't decide whether to have a child or not, don't give birth! Don't bring harm to others!"

Li Manli was so angry that she spoke without thinking. She grabbed a pillow and wanted to throw it at him, but Zhang Ting, who was in the lower bunk, held her down tightly.

"If this hits you, your pillow won't work."

Hearing this, Li Manli also stopped.

"Bullshit! Kindness? Our kindness has been thrown away long ago!"

Wu Li gasped for breath and squeaked back.

"What are you arguing about? Can arguing alone solve the problem?"

Li Xiaoling raised her voice and yelled, trying to suppress the out-of-control situation, but when she looked at the mess, her scalp tingled and her stomach churned.

At this moment, Zhang Biyun quickly put on her cotton jacket and climbed out of bed.

Her face was filled with just the right amount of anxiety and concern, and her voice was both quick and soft, standing out amidst the roar of curses.

"Oh! Stop talking! What's the point of cursing now? The child is so feverish, he needs to be rushed to the infirmary!

Sister Guilan, stop crying and wrap the child up tightly so he doesn't get cold again! Sister Xiaoling, you have a lot of experience, so please lend a hand. Go quickly! I'll follow you downstairs."

Wang Guilan was at her wit's end and about to faint. When she saw someone offering to help her, it was like she had grabbed her only life-saving straw. She burst into tears of gratitude and spoke incoherently.

"Sister Biyun... Thank you, thank you... You are still the best... Sister Xiaoling, please..."

"Stop talking, hurry up! The child looks weird!"

Zhang Biyu urged, but her eyes quickly swept across the angry or disgusted faces around her, secretly planning her next step.

Li Xiaoling took the dirty and crying Yaya from Wang Guilan's arms. There was no other way, Yaya had to be gentler.

It was a mess. The wailing of children, the sobbing of mothers, angry accusations, false care and real anger collided and fermented in the small dormitory, mixed with the ubiquitous, disgusting stench, which was almost suffocating.

As for the upper bunk at the innermost part of the dormitory, next to the window, the thick cloth curtain was still like a silent fortress, covering it from top to bottom, airtight and motionless.

It was as if the filth, crying, quarreling and scheming outside had nothing to do with it.

Wei Wei only turned over when Wu Li kicked her hard, and other than that she hardly moved.

Wei Wei lay on her side with noise-canceling earplugs in her ears.

Although there were still faint sounds reaching her ears, there were sounds when she slept before.

Especially when sleeping in Xiao Xuemu's space, the various animal sounds never stop, so Wei Wei has become accustomed to sleeping with noise.

This faint sound did not disturb her at all.

The eye mask and thick bed curtains perfectly blocked out all light.

The thick gauze mask filtered out most of the deadly stench, not to mention that the bed curtains were tightly closed and filled with aromatherapy tablets.

In this small space, not only is there no stench, there is even a faint fragrance.

The thick bed curtains completely isolated her from the chaotic, dirty and suffocating world outside.

Because of the resentment during the day, Wang Guilan's tears, which seemed helpless but were actually selfish, were of no use at all.

Even if Li Xiaoling was willing to help, it was because the child was so burned.

Li Xiaoling and Zhang Biyun even glanced at Wei Wei's bed, which had been quiet all the time, and it was still extremely quiet.

She had clearly told me not to disturb her at night, and judging by their previous behavior, she must have anticipated that based on the two children's symptoms during the day and Wang Guilan's rough and perfunctory care, there was a high probability that something would go wrong again at night.

So, no matter how chaotic the situation was, with crying, quarreling, and false attentiveness, Wei Wei's breathing rate did not change at all.

She had no intention of getting involved in this mess from the beginning.