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Secretary Zhang nodded and sent the nurse out. He then sat on the couch in the ward and leaned back on the chair with his left leg on his right leg.

Lu Qingli had fed Bob in the baby s room, and he had fallen asleep in her arms. Just like that, Lu Qingli maintained her position, and hugged him in a daze.

Nanny Liu came up from downstairs and opened the door to the baby's room. Looking at Lu Qingli's lost in thought, she sighed and said, ”I wonder if young master had eaten anything in the afternoon? It was already three in the afternoon. It's time to send off dinner again. ”

Lu Qingli returned to her senses and put the sleeping bo back into the crib. She laid on the guard rail of the crib and said without turning her head: ”Nanny Liu, how long do you think it will take for Bob to grow up?”

Nanny Liu replied, ”Children will never grow up in mother's eyes.”

”Didn't she just grow up?” I don't need to worry about him when I grow up. ” Lu Qingli caressed the little hands of the obo, gently shaking it.

Nanny Liu walked over, folded the washed clothes and placed them in the Bob's closet, replying: ”Worry about a few things. Even if he grew up to be a big guy, Miss Er wouldn't be able to relax. When he was in your stomach, you weren't worried about whether your food was good or not. Instead, you were worried that you didn't eat enough, worried that your child's nutrition wouldn't reach that level. ”A pregnant woman's characteristic action is to hold her stomach with both hands. That's right!”

”When he finally gets born, you have to worry if your milk is enough and he won't be full. If it's formula milk, what brand should you choose? Is Ann safe? Would his clothes be soft enough to scrape his skin? What posture should I use to sleep without making my head flatten? ”

When he runs away, you worry about whether he falls or not. When he goes to school, are you afraid he'll learn? Would they be bullied in school? When he gets into society and starts working, he's worried that if he leaves you, there won't be too many social events outside, that he won't eat on time, that he won't drink too much, and that it will hurt his stomach. ”Even if you're old and Bob has a family and a child of his own, you're still worried about whether the stress will be too great and how he's doing.

”As a parent, especially a mother, that is something that happens throughout one's life. A child will never grow up, and they will always be cared for by their mother.”

Lu Qingli was silent, and the frequency of her hands waving around slowed down.

Nanny Liu brought the door quietly out, talking when it was time to speak and leaving when it was time to leave.

Lu Qingli needed to quietly ponder over the problems in her heart.

Lu Qingli stood up and sat on a chair, she did not know how Xi Muyao was doing. Did the Secretary Zhang send him to the hospital? Would it burn my brain?

Thinking about it this way, Lu Qingli could not sit still.

She stood up and opened the glass door. She walked to the balcony and leaned on the marble railing with both hands, gazing out at the desolate and desolate scenery.

There was no one in sight. There were no trees, no grass, no greenery.

If the villa complex was like that, then what about those apartment houses?

Even if he died at home, no one would find out.

Lu Qingli bit her lower lip, her body sliding down the railing and squatting down on the ground, her heart at a loss.

She hated the fact that Xi Muyao had done such a thing to her, but she couldn't help but worry about Xi Muyao's life.

Let's not go, Secretary Zhang should have already brought him to the hospital from there.

Why don't we go. What if Secretary Zhang didn't go?

Lu Qingli moved a few steps, she finally made up her mind and ran down the stairs, then shouted at the Nanny Liu, ”Nanny Liu, watch some bebo, I'm going out for a while.”

Lu Qingli immediately called for the driver, Old Zhang, to take her to the hospital.

Arriving at the hospital, Lu Qingli ran over to the nurse's station and asked: ”Has the patient from Room 603 returned?”

The nurse checked and said, ”Yes, I'm back. I'm having an infusion right now.”

”Infusion …” Lu Qingli muttered, ”It's quite serious.”

He quietly pushed open the door to the ward, and Secretary Zhang ran out. Xi Muyao was lying quietly on the bed, with less than half of the liquid in the bottle remaining. Xi Muyao's face was flushed red, it looked like the fever had not subsided. Maybe it was too hot, with arms pulled out from under the covers, exposed, and the covers sliding down to the chest.

Xi Muyao's forehead was full of sweat.

Lu Qingli carefully raised his arm and put him under the quilt before covering Xi Muyao with the quilt. She then went to the bathroom and used cold water to wash the towel and wring it dry to help Xi Muyao wipe the sweat off her forehead.

His forehead and neck were covered in a layer of sticky sweat.