After his wife and son left, Feng Xinglang collapsed on the hospital bed, unable to muster up any strength.
After forcing himself to stay awake for so long, he had almost exhausted all of his energy.
He just wanted to close his eyes and have a good rest.
"Xinglang … Xinglang … What happened to you?"
Feng Lixin shouted nervously at Feng Xinglang, who suddenly collapsed on the hospital bed, motionless and with his eyes closed.
"Xinglang, don't scare me by pretending to be dead! It's not fun, you know?! "
After being shaken left and right by Feng Lixin, Feng Xinglang felt the sweet, fishy liquid that he had just swallowed rise up from his stomach again.
"Cough cough …"
With just two light coughs, Feng Xinglang coughed out fresh blood. He vomited on the back of Feng Lixin's hand.
"Someone come … Doctor … Doctor … Someone come quickly!"
The panicked Feng Lixin was so scared that he forgot to press the bell. He shouted loudly and stumbled out to call for help.
Yan Bang, who was still smoking, immediately threw away the cigarette in his hand and ran back when he heard Feng Lixin's shout.
"Feng Lixin, what happened? What happened? "
"Quick … Quick! Call the doctor … Xinglang is vomiting blood! Call the doctor! "
Feng Lixin screamed in horror. His whole body was trembling and weak.
"Doctor! Where the f * ck did they all go! "
Yan Bang scolded as he rushed to the ward to check on Feng Xinglang, who was vomiting blood.
It was not as bad as he thought. Feng Xinglang took a tissue from the bedside and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Lang … Lang … How do you feel?" Yan Bang rushed over.
"I'm fine … I won't die! My brother likes to make a fuss! "
"My lord, you almost scared me to death!"
Yan Bang hugged Feng Xinglang and pressed his face against Feng Xinglang's, his arms trembling uncontrollably.
After a round of examination, the doctor suggested that Feng Xinglang be transferred to the ICU for observation for 24 hours.
But Feng Xinglang firmly opposed it. If his wife and son saw him being pushed into the ICU tomorrow, they would be very worried.
"Xinglang, don't be stubborn! If Xue Luo saw you vomiting blood, she would be scared! The consequences are unimaginable! "
After a round of persuasion from Feng Lixin and Yan Bang, Feng Xinglang only agreed to stay in the ICU for ten hours. Before Xue Luo came to visit him tomorrow morning, he must be transferred out of the ICU.
…
It was late at night, but no one could sleep.
Xue Luo quietly stared at her sleeping son with tears in her eyes.
Butler Mo had already re-bandaged his son's injured little finger. His fingernails were almost chopped off by the sharp blade.
Seeing her son losing a small part of his finger, how could Xue Luo's heart not ache!
Xue Luo had been holding her son's injured hand to her chest, crying silently.
Housekeeper Mo comforted her by saying that the child was not yet fully developed, and that the knuckles were still growing. After a little plastic surgery, they would look exactly the same as their original fingers, and no scars could be seen.
But how could the scar in the little fellow's heart be healed?
Just as Xue Luo was about to fall asleep with tears in her eyes, she heard a silent knocking … knocking on the wall?
Because she sensed that the sound was coming from the master bedroom where she was asleep.
"Who is it?" Xue Luo asked in alarm.
"Don't be afraid … it's me!" A weak voice with a hint of weakness.
"Xing Shier? You … why are you here? "
Xue Luo was first surprised, then slightly angry.
So this Feng family had become a park that they could enter and leave whenever they wanted? Main street? Hotel?
Moreover, he could even enter her room whenever he wanted, without even giving her a greeting! Not to mention respect and privacy.
"Lin Xue Luo, my foster father woke up …"
Xing Shier muttered, his mood was not good.
"Isn't that good!"
So what if he woke up, what did it have to do with her Lin Xue Luo?! She still had to take care of her injured husband and son!
"But my foster father he … his mood is not good …" Xing Shier hesitated.
"What a coincidence, my mood is not good either! On one hand I have to worry about my injured husband, on the other hand I have to take care of my young son with a broken finger, and also my daughter who is not even four months old! "
When he was in a bad mood, everyone had to be busy taking care of him, but what about others who were in a bad mood?
"Foster father, he … he is quite depressed! He wants … he wants to see Fifteen! "
Xing Shier finally stuttered and explained his purpose of coming: He came to pick up little friend Lin Nuo to make yifu happy in Hetun.
"I'm sorry, my son is not called Fifteen, my son is called Feng Lin Nuo! From now on, I will no longer have anything to do with Hetun! "
Using her son to make Hetun happy, did he consider her feelings as a mother? Who caused her son's severed finger?
"Lin Xue Luo … how long has it been since we last met, why … why have you become so unreasonable?"
At that time, Xing Shier really did not expect Lin Xue Luo to say such words.
Before coming to the Feng family to pick up Fifteenth Brother, he was still thinking: Would it be too unfair for Lin Xue Luo to take Fifteenth Brother away from his mother? Because Lin Xue Luo had just returned to the Feng family to reunite with her husband and son!
But now it seemed that he was thinking too much!
At this moment, Lin Xue Luo was an unreasonable little woman! She was not as kind and gentle as before!
He was still worried that she would be wronged? Right now, Xing Shier felt that he was the most wronged! He felt that Lin Xue Luo was really insensible! How could a daughter-in-law say such disgraceful words?
"I'm being unreasonable, what can you do to me? Do you still want to use force and snatch Nuo Nuo away from me like before?! "
Lin Xue Luo simply sat up and tried to reason with Xing Shier.
"Xing Shier, you're foolishly loyal to your godfather. I can't interfere, and I don't want to interfere! But Nuo Nuo was born after I, Lin Xue Luo, carried him for ten months and endured all kinds of hardships. But he suffered a severed finger for no reason. Tell me, who should I blame?! "
Lin Xue Luo's words made Xing Shier speechless.
After all, he was only a boy in his early twenties. His emotional intelligence was not that exquisite, and he was very ignorant of the ways of the world. He regarded Hetun as his own sky, his own land, and everything he did seemed to revolve around Hetun.
"But you can't blame my godfather, can you? My godfather only wanted to avenge my second brother! Is that wrong? "
Xing Shier's thinking was still so simple. "Moreover, Ceresto is already dead! Old Eight has already avenged Fifteenth Brother's severed finger! "
"Enough, Old Twelve, I'm not in the mood to listen to you talk about these bloody vendettas!"
Xue Luo hugged her son even tighter. "Hurry back and watch over your godfather. Don't wake Nuo Nuo!"
"I must bring Fifteenth Brother back to see Godfather!"
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