With a hook from the gang pet boss, Master Fu fell

Song Yu didn't expect it.

She came to treat people.

Zebao's illness broke out.

When she hugged his small body.

From his mouth and nose, blood kept flowing out like a flood from the gate.

In just a moment, her clothes were wet and her eyes were stinging.

The blood was no longer the normal red color. Looking at it with aura-filled eyes, there were already traces of purple-black blood stains hidden in it.

This shows that his body is already on the verge of collapse, and it can no longer drag on any longer.

Her heart seemed to be being cut piece by piece by a blunt knife. She tried to calm herself down, but when she pulled out the silver needle, her hand trembled uncontrollably.

It was the first time Lin Shuangluo saw Song Ze get sick. Seeing his blood, it kept flowing as if he didn't want money. She was also anxious, walking around in place, but didn't know what to do.

She saw Song Ze's pale, paper-like face, which turned livid and purple in just a moment, and took out her phone in a panic: "Yes, call 120, I'll call 120."

"Mom." Song Yu's heart was riddled with holes, he yelled, turned to look at her, gave her the silver needle in his hand, and said, "Pierce me!"

Lin Shuangluo was stunned for a moment, and she didn't know whether it was because of her yelling "Mom" or her slap in the face.

Song Yu looked at her seriously, rolled up his sleeves with trembling hands, pointed to an acupoint on the shoulder and neck, and said word by word: "Pierce me here, go in two inches, it's about this long!"

She gestured with her hand.

Tie it down.

Can control her nerves so that she no longer trembles.

Only by controlling her body can she perform acupuncture on Zebao.

At this moment, Lin Shuangluo was so anxious that she obediently took the silver needle in her hand, but when she was holding it, her hand was shaking with fear, her eyes were red, and she was about to cry: "Yu'er, I... I didn't did."

"It's okay, go ahead, I believe in you." Song Yu looked at her with firm eyes and encouraged, and continued: "Strengthen more, don't hesitate when piercing, just go all out."

Lin Shuangluo was still afraid, but when he met her eyes, his hand miraculously stopped shaking. He gritted his teeth, took the silver needle, pointed at the place where her finger was pointing, and stabbed it hard.

I don't know if it's because Song Yu gave her enough trust to let her explode the potential of her whole body. When she stabbed down, she was steady and accurate, and the depth was just right, neither deep nor shallow, just what she pointed at. that location.

"You did a great job." Song Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled at her gratifiedly, tears streaming down her face.

"I..." It was also at this time that Lin Shuangluo was surprised to see that her body and her hands stopped shaking immediately after the needle was inserted.

She also quickly knew her intention of letting her prick her, and she didn't care about other things, and hurriedly urged her: "Hurry up and show Zebao!"

Song Yu nodded, opened the medicine box, took out the silver needles, and began to give Song Ze acupuncture.

She herself did not expect that when Zebao's life was at stake, she had unreserved trust in her biological mother.

Maybe this is the so-called bond of blood relatives that she has always dismissed?

Lin Shuangluo held her breath nervously, not daring to blink her eyes.

Until Song Yu said: "Mom, let Zebao lean on you and wipe him off."

Lin Shuang Luoye didn't care about her appearance anymore, she sat on the ground, gently hugged Song Ze, let him lean into her arms, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the blood on his face.

He shed too much blood.

She wiped it, the more she looked at it, the more her heart ached, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that the child was so pitiful. Tears couldn't stop falling down, falling on his face and neck.

When Song Ze opened his eyes, he saw her crying. After a daze, he comforted him, "Grandma, don't cry, Zebao is fine."

Seeing him wake up, Lin Shuangluo cried even more when he heard his words, but she didn't dare to move, she just gently stroked his little face with her hand: "I didn't cry, grandma didn't cry."

"Mummy." Song Ze looked at Song Yu, held her hand gently with his small hand, and smiled warmly at her, but didn't know what to say to comfort her.

He had no warning except the first time he fell ill.

At other times, before the onset of the disease, he could have a premonition.

You can hide in advance to prevent Mommy from seeing him get sick.

But this time, just like the first time, I didn't feel anything, just in front of Mommy, I fell ill.

Song Yu had a sore nose, and smiled at him, holding his soft little hand behind his back, and said, "Mommy is going to pull out the silver needle, it will hurt a little, bear with it."

Wait until the silver needle is pulled out.

Song Yucai picked up Song Ze, followed Lin Shuangluo to her room in Lin's house, settled Song Ze down, and let him have a good rest.

Song Ze's physical condition is very bad and he needs to rest for a while.

I can't go back tonight, I have to spend the night here.

Lin Shuangluo just said that she was going to get some food for the two of them.

The eldest aunt pulled her out, but she didn't go anywhere, but behind the screen, the voice was not too loud, just enough for Song Yu to hear, and she questioned with a bit of dissatisfaction: "Little sister, I didn't say that. Why are you, Yu'er's box full of Chinese medicine? Is she a doctor of Chinese medicine or a doctor of Western medicine?"

What a close disciple of Professor Daniel Butler.

Could it be a scene that my brother-in-law co-operated with others to deliberately raise her status for this stinky girl?

Professor Daniel Butler is a great expert in western medicine, how could it be possible to teach her such a Chinese medicine!