C200 (2/2)

I nod my head and deal with it randomly.

Just then, he received a phone call. His expression changed, and he told me that he had something he needed to do, so he left first.

Not long after he left, Mingyu came back with a big bag of stuff.

”Where's Brother Zi Jin?”

”He said that he had matters to attend to at the company, so he left first.”

”By the way, how's Star's operation?”

Mingyu put the things down, then sat on the edge of my bed and started peeling apples for me.

”The doctor said that he would be able to observe for another 12 hours. If there's no problem, he can be transferred out of the ICU.”

”Then you can rest assured. Rest well. I haven't had a good rest for the past few days. Fortunately, the child is fine …”

I didn't say anything, but the gloom on my face grew.

The day that the child is fully recovered and discharged from the hospital may be the day that Jiang Yu takes him away from me.

When I think of the child's innocent smile, my heart hurts like a needle.

”Sis, what are you thinking about?”

As he spoke, he stretched out a hand and waved it in front of my eyes. I gently patted his hand and replied, ”I'm fine.”

”You're so weird today, why do you feel like you're so absent-minded?”

Ming Yu touched her hand as she spoke, feeling wronged.

”Maybe it's because I'm too tired. You should go back first, I want to rest.”

As I spoke, I lay down and covered my head with the quilt.

Yes, I heard Mingyu tiptoeing out and closing the door, and I stuck my head out of the quilt.

He subconsciously touched it with his hand, and his face was covered in tears.

I had a very long dream. In the dream, Jiang Yu snatched the child from my hands and didn't let me see the child. All I could hear was the child crying loudly, crying for his mother.

In the dream, I was so powerless, I couldn't touch the child, I reached out to grab, but only grabbed a piece of air.

I woke up.

After waking up, he saw Jiang Yueluo and Ming Yu sitting beside the sickbed.

They told me that the child was out of danger and could be transferred to an ordinary ward, and I could see him in a moment.

It was only when I heard the news that I was truly relieved.

No matter what happened, the child was still sent back from hell. No matter what happened in the future, he was not afraid of being burnt alive.

After a while, when it was about time, the doctor and nurse helped to transfer the child to my room.

The child was still asleep, but I was relieved to see him so close to me that I could reach out and touch his little face.

The stars had become thinner, and the two days of pneumonia had made them so haggard that they didn't know how to describe it.

I fondle the child's small face, especially cherish the time with the child.

I wonder how long this peaceful life will last …

”Mom, I'm thirsty …”

At this time, the child slowly opened his eyes, but his voice was still very weak.

I got him some water and spooned it into his little mouth.

When he recovered a little, I fed him chicken soup or something.

The little guy didn't wake up long before he fell asleep again. I think it was the drip.

He can rest for a while, and I can look at him this way.

To me, this was the greatest satisfaction.