C173 Liver and intestines cut off (1/2)

When Mu Ziyao returned home, he saw Xiaoxi lying on the sofa with a blanket covering him. He had slightly closed his eyes, which looked a little unfocused.

”Baby, how are you?”

The child no longer had the strength to respond to Mommy's worry, his mouth moving but unable to make a sound.

She quickly went forward and pulled him into her embrace and instinctively used her hands to cover Xiaoxi's forehead.

Just as expected, Mu Xiaoxi's baby had a fever.

”Baby, Mommy will take you to the hospital.”

Mu Ziyao did not panic, and immediately brought Xiaoxi to the hospital.

The doctor very quickly took Xiaoxi's body temperature, and after discovering that Mu Xiaoxi's fever had reached 39.6 degrees, he immediately started taking his medicine.

Maybe because his body was weak due to the fever, Mu Xiaoxi fell asleep on the sickbed.

Mu Ziyao stroked the little person's pale white face, hoping that the child would quickly lose his fever.

The salty water that had hung on for an entire afternoon had already reached the point where Xiaoxi's fever was still high as usual in the evening.

The doctor was also helpless because the child was still young and some drugs could not be used.

Just then, Mu Xiaoxi suddenly woke up, laid on the bed and puked.

After repeating this several times, there was already nothing left in Mu Xiaoxi's stomach that he could spit out, and in the end he had even vomited out the acid in his stomach.

The little body on the bed was trembling slightly from the vomiting, and her eyes were filled with tears from the sudden twitching in her stomach.

Mu Ziyao's heart ached, he immediately held the child's back, hoping this would make the child feel better.

”Mommy, I feel so bad.”

After much difficulty, Mu Xiaoxi lost the feeling of wanting to vomit and stopped. He raised his head and looked at Mu Ziyao pitifully.

Hearing Xiaoxi's slightly hoarse voice, Mu Ziyao hurriedly poured him a cup of water.

”Mom knows. Come baby, quickly rinse your mouth.” Mu Ziyao's heart ached.

After a while, a cleaning aunt came into the room to clean up the vomit on the floor.

”Thank you, Grandma.”

Before the cleaning lady left, Mu Xiaoxi thanked her very politely. Looking at this cute and pitiful child, she sighed, told him to take a good rest before leaving.

”Baby Xiaoxi, do you want to eat something?”

It was already close to seven o'clock in the morning. Mu Xiaoxi had not been eating, afraid that his body would not be able to hold on.

”I have no appetite. Mummy, you eat by yourself.”

Mu Xiaoxi only felt that the ground was turning and the sky was spinning. He continued to lie on the bed and closed his eyes, looking like he was in pain.

In this kind of situation, how could Mu Ziyao eat anything? She held Xiaoxi's hand and wished that she was the one lying in the sickbed.

Not long after, Mu Xiaoxi fell back into slumber. Just as he was about to leave, he realized that Mu Xiaoxi's mouth was moving subconsciously as he muttered. Mu Ziyao lowered his body and moved closer to Xiaoxi's side, trying to hear what Xiaoxi was saying clearly.

”Father …” ”Daddy …” Mu Ziyao was shocked at first, but when she realized it, her tears instantly filled her eyes. This was such a small person. In order to not make himself sad, he forcefully suppressed the longing for his father until now.

Mu Ziyao wiped away his tears, grabbed his phone, and without caring about his previous anger, he immediately dialed Lin Shumo's number.