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Song Yu subconsciously turned his head to look over.

in the living room.

very dark.

Quietly.

next moment.

An orange cat meowed lazily, jumped off the table in the living room, and with another clang, a copper bell fell to the ground.

Song Yu yelled softly, "Daju, come here."

This cat is a stray cat nearby, maybe because the weather is getting colder and colder, it has been coming to the house recently to beg for food, playing very well with Zebao and Xunbao.

When Daju heard her words, he walked towards her with lazy catwalks, rubbing against her hands.

Song Yu easily picked it up, put it in his arms, turned to look at Fu Hanyu, and said, "I was scared to death, I thought it was Zebao who woke up!"

She didn't intend to tell Zebao about her going to the hidden door.

Out of the corner of Fu Hanyu's eyes, he also looked in the direction of the living room, his gaze finally landed on the place behind the sofa, stared at it for a moment, then shifted his gaze.

Song Ze, who was hiding behind the sofa, held his breath carefully, for fear of being discovered, and felt that no one was paying attention to the living room, so he lay on the ground and crawled towards his own bedroom little by little.

When he got to the bedroom and got up while holding onto the door frame, his gaze happened to meet a pair of dark and deep eyes at the door in the darkness. After being startled for a moment, he calmly shook his little hand at him.

Fu Hanyu nodded slightly at him.

He always felt that this child, Zebao, had 100% inherited his mother's temper, and could calm down in the shortest time no matter what time it was.

Song Ze also smiled at him, turned around and closed the door, climbed onto the bed, stared at the ceiling with his eyes wide open.

Mommy said she was going to hide the door.

Where is the hidden door?

Will it be dangerous there?

Why didn't Mommy tell him?

There are many questions in his clever little head, but if Mommy doesn't say anything, he won't ask her. He can ask third uncle, but third uncle found out anyway.

outside.

Little snow fluttered and fell from the sky.

Song Yu couldn't help stretching out his hand to catch the falling snowflakes. The pure white snowflakes fell into the palm of his hand and quickly turned into water droplets.

The big orange in her arms, with its fluffy head, rubbed against her palm affectionately, licked the water drops in her palm, and made a comfortable purring sound.

Fu Hanyu lowered his brows slightly, saw that snow had fallen on her hair, picked up the thin blanket covering her legs, raised her arms high, and propped them on top of her head.

"Fu Hanyu, can you see if the big orange is getting fat?" Song Yu picked up the big orange in his arms and showed him: "The belly is big, is it pregnant?"

Fu Hanyu smiled, his slightly squinted eyes were as gentle as water, and he said in a warm voice, "Feel it's pulse."

Song Yu lightly clasped Daju's hind legs, searched twice with his fingers, felt the beating pulse, felt it seriously, and said: "Daju has been sterilized, he probably ate too much."

Done.

She herself smiled lowly, hugged the big orange, and gently rubbed the tip of her nose against its fluffy head: "Big orange, no matter how fat you get, you won't be able to climb over the wall."

Fu Hanyu watched her frolicking with the cat, the corners of her lips curled up in a joyful, happy arc.

For a moment, he would think, if time could stay in this moment forever, how wonderful it would be.

Snow night.

Somewhat cold.

The two of them and the cat sat quietly in the yard covering the snow, and there were low and cheerful laughter from time to time, which made this quiet night a little more warm and beautiful.

When the snow gradually became denser, the wind became stronger.

Song Yu just hugged the big orange, dragged Fu Hanyu back to the house, ran on the bed and fell asleep after a while.

Fu Hanyu didn't sleep, and didn't go to bed. He just sat on the wheelchair and looked out of the window. There was gradually some heavy snow floating on the window.

When the door was gently pushed open from the outside.

He turned the wheelchair, turned around, saw that the door had been closed, straightened his back, looked at his little guy with a pair of big black eyes, and after a low sigh, he said helplessly: "What do you want to ask? Speak."

Song Ze stood where he was, and asked, "Third uncle, what is the hidden door?"

Fu Hanyu: "It's a place where ancient martial practitioners live."

Song Ze was a little nervous, clenched his fists, and looked at him firmly, "My mommy went there for me, right?"

Fu Hanyu shook his head: "It's not all for you, it's also for the treatment of my leg, go there to find medicine."

This child is too sensible, and his mind is too sensitive. He knows that Yu'er will definitely feel uncomfortable, worried, and guilty when he goes to such a dangerous place for him. He will feel that it is because of his illness that he has dragged her down.

"It's dangerous there!" Song Ze bit his lip, staring at him with misty eyes, not giving him the slightest chance to avoid it.

Mommy didn't tell him, it must be because he was afraid that he would worry.

If it was a safe place, Mommy would not take him with her. Mommy promised him that no matter where she went, she would take him with her.

"I'll let someone go in with her to protect her safety." Fu Hanyu rolled the wheelchair, came up to him, and said, "Third uncle promises that your mommy will not be in danger."

Song Ze nodded his head vigorously, and said solemnly: "Third Uncle, thank you, don't tell Mommy that I know about this matter, I will pretend that I don't know anything."

Done.

He turned to go.

Fu Hanyu pulled him back and said, "Zebao, parents are willing to sacrifice everything for their children, and everything your mommy does is because she loves you.

Your existence, for her, is the best gift from God to her. She will be happy only when you are healthy and happy. You don't have to feel sorry or blame yourself. "

The little guy who had been pretending to be strong, stopped and couldn't hold it anymore, tears slipped down his tight and serious face, fell to the ground, choked up and sobbed.

Fu Hanyu patted his little head lightly.

Song Ze wiped his tears vigorously, turned his head to look at him, and said word by word: "Third Uncle, I will try my best to live."

How could he not feel bad and blame himself, if it wasn't for his illness, Mommy would be able to live a better life without having to worry about him every day.

But he wants to live, for the sake of his mother, he also wants to live, live well, and wait for his mother to find the medicine and find a way to cure his disease.

the next day.

It is a sunny day.

The light snow that fell last night melted when it hit the ground. In the morning, under the sun, you could only see a thin layer of snow on the treetops.

Wen Zixi's Qianling ginseng was delivered three days later.

In addition to Qianling ginseng, there are also a few precious herbs that are rarely seen in the secular world. They are all herbs that can repair the body and treat injuries well.

Song Yu made the elixir that day.

When Ruan Mengmeng came back from filming, Lai stayed at home and drove her newly bought sports car to pick up Song Ze from the kindergarten, and then went to the hospital with her.

Song Yu first went to deliver medicine to Wen Zining, and then went to Song Xingqing's ward.

The ward is a VIP ward, with two bedrooms and one living room. Lin Shuangluo arranged it very warmly, just like a small home.

There are sofa cushions and pillows on the sofa, and fruits and flowers are placed on the coffee table.

At this moment, Song Xingqing was able to get up, but he couldn't move around. He was sitting quietly in a wheelchair with a bottle in his hand, watching the sunset outside the window.

His physical condition is very bad, he can feel it himself, he can't use any strength, even to breathe, once he exerts a little strength, his whole body will hurt and he will be suffocated.

Yu'er told him not to worry, saying that she could cure his illness and restore him to his former health, but what could she do?She is not a fairy.

After he woke up, without telling his family, he consulted many top surgeons in the medical field, and they all said that his life can be recovered, because the surgeon who performed the surgery has the ability to bring the dead back to life.

Even the world's number one cardiac surgeon, who knew his condition, was amazed after seeing the surgery he delivered, calling this surgery a miracle in the medical world!

But they all agreed that with the current level of medical treatment, there is no problem for him to live, but it is impossible for him to recover his health.

In the future, he may not even be able to walk normally, and become a useless disabled person, who can only use a wheelchair to spend his life.

He was also thinking, do you regret it?

But the most sincere thought in his heart told him again and again that he would not regret it, even if the incident happened again, he would still rush forward to protect Zebao.

In a quiet corridor.

When footsteps sounded, the little guy called excitedly and crisply: "Uncle, Mommy and I are here to bring you medicine, you will be fine after taking it."

Song Xingqing concealed the gloom in his eyes, and when he turned his head, a smile appeared on his pale handsome face, and he saw that the little guy had already run in in a blink of an eye.

He ran so fast that beads of sweat oozed from his forehead and the tip of his nose. He was holding a medicine gourd in his hand, and he held it up as if offering a treasure: "Uncle, here is the medicine. After you take it, your body will recover." alright."

talking.

The little guy was as busy as a small top, ran over and put the medicine gourd in his hand, turned around to find a cup to pour water, his mouth was still excited: "Uncle, Mommy said, eat two a week, one After a month, your body will be fine."

Song Xing counted the points, with a smile in his eyes, and said in harmony: "Okay."

Take two pills a week, and take it for a month. What kind of magic medicine is it? It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the elixir of life and death.

In this world, where would there be such a medicine? The little girl was probably afraid that the little guy would blame herself, so she told him a white lie, but he took it seriously.

Song Ze poured water and trotted to deliver it to him.

Song Yu and Ruan Mengmeng also arrived.

"Mommy, I'm taking medicine for uncle now." Song Ze turned to her and asked.

Song Yu nodded and said: "Brother, you should take the medicine first. After a month, your body should basically return to normal. There is still a lack of medicine for follow-up care. I can deliver it tomorrow. I will do it." Well, I'll give it to you the day after tomorrow."

Perhaps it was because of his illness that his face was a bit frighteningly white, but the look in his eyes was much warmer than before.

"I see." Song Xingqing would not refuse her kindness, she must hope that she can recover and take the water from the little guy.

Song Ze had already opened the medicine gourd and said, "Uncle, give me the palm of your hand."

Song Xingqing spread out his palms and watched him pour out a black pill the size of a soybean grain, without hesitation, he swallowed it directly with water.

Song Yu watched him take the medicine, his heart was hanging, and he fell down, squatting in front of him, and carefully told him about the effect of the medicine and the things to pay attention to later.

Song Xingqing's eyes and brows were tender, and he listened carefully. After listening, he looked at her and asked, "Yu'er, I want to eat steamed stuffed buns, soup dumplings, can I have some now?"

Song Yudao: "You can eat, I will take Zebao to buy it for you."

Ruan Mengmeng said, "I'll take Zebao with me. Don't you still want to give elder brother acupuncture? When we come back from buying food, your acupuncture is almost over, just in time."

talking.

She took Song Ze away.

Song Xingqing watched them leave, heard their footsteps disappear, and the smile on his lips gradually disappeared, but his eyes were still gentle, and his voice was weak because of illness: "Yu'er, I know you just said that for my own good. , I am afraid that I have some bad thoughts, and want to use this to comfort me, don't worry, I am not so fragile, and I will not commit suicide."

Song Yu was a little confused, paused for a moment with the hand holding the acupuncture bag, and looked up at him: "Brother, what are you talking about?"

"I know you were a white lie just now. You don't have to hide it from me. I asked many surgical experts, and they all said that it is impossible for my body to recover." Song Xingqing told her clearly that he was also afraid of her The psychological pressure is too great, saving Zebao is my own choice, even if I do it all over again, I will still choose to save him.

"No..." Song Yule laughed, a little dumbfounded: "Brother, I didn't lie to you. I'm a doctor and I can't make fun of the patient's body. This medicine can really repair your body and restore you to health."

Song Xingqing also laughed, and asked jokingly, "Is this an elixir? I'll be fine after taking it."

"It's either a elixir or a medicine." Song Yu corrected seriously: "Brother, did those doctors still tell you that this operation is a miracle, and they wouldn't even be able to do it?"

Song Xingqing nodded.

"Look, I just had the surgery successfully. I'm different from them." Song Yu rolled up his trouser legs to expose his calf, took out a silver needle, and said with a smile, "I'm more advanced than them." Great sir."

It was the first time for Song Xingqing to see her so straightforward and lovely in front of him, so he couldn't help but chuckled and asked, "How good are you?"

"Very powerful. They all say that I am the most powerful doctor in Huaguo." Song Yu pierced his calf with a silver needle, a little arrogant, and mysteriously lowered his voice: "I tell you You and my identity, you are not allowed to tell others casually."

Song Xingqing's smile deepened. Following her example, he also lowered his voice, nodded and promised: "I promise not to tell anyone."

"I am the Chief Medical Officer of the Chief Medical Corps." Song Yu said word by word.

Song Xingqing looked at her in astonishment:? ? ?