But I didn't care about all that. I picked up the special medicine on the ground and ran to the hospital.
When I arrived at the hospital with bruises all over my body, I handed the medicine to the doctor.
The doctor just said angrily to me, "What's the point of sending it now? It's too late! You should be here an hour earlier."
I sat down on the ground dejectedly, crying my heart out.
Sixteen more cold corpses appeared in the cold morgue.
Suddenly, I felt a pain in my abdomen, and bright red blood flowed between my legs.
My child.
Did that mean I was also going to lose my child?
I struggled hard, but to no avail.
I couldn't see anything.
I vomited blood all over the floor in the morgue, and the doctor said that my health was poor and I needed to be hospitalized.
I refused and started to deal with the funeral affairs of the entire village.
I carried the seventy-two bodies back to the village where almost no one survived.
This place used to be quiet and peaceful, but overnight it turned into a living hell.
I stayed quietly at the entrance of the village for a long time. When I was about to go back to the cemetery, I suddenly saw Joseph and Norah.