C173 Liver and intestines cut off

When Mu Ziyao returned home, he saw Xiaoxi lying on the sofa with a blanket covering him. He had slightly closed his eyes, which looked a little unfocused.

"Baby, how are you?"

The child no longer had the strength to respond to Mommy's worry, his mouth moving but unable to make a sound.

She quickly went forward and pulled him into her embrace and instinctively used her hands to cover Xiaoxi's forehead.

Just as expected, Mu Xiaoxi's baby had a fever.

"Baby, Mommy will take you to the hospital."

Mu Ziyao did not panic, and immediately brought Xiaoxi to the hospital.

The doctor very quickly took Xiaoxi's body temperature, and after discovering that Mu Xiaoxi's fever had reached 39.6 degrees, he immediately started taking his medicine.

Maybe because his body was weak due to the fever, Mu Xiaoxi fell asleep on the sickbed.

Mu Ziyao stroked the little person's pale white face, hoping that the child would quickly lose his fever.

The salty water that had hung on for an entire afternoon had already reached the point where Xiaoxi's fever was still high as usual in the evening.

The doctor was also helpless because the child was still young and some drugs could not be used.

Just then, Mu Xiaoxi suddenly woke up, laid on the bed and puked.

After repeating this several times, there was already nothing left in Mu Xiaoxi's stomach that he could spit out, and in the end he had even vomited out the acid in his stomach.

The little body on the bed was trembling slightly from the vomiting, and her eyes were filled with tears from the sudden twitching in her stomach.

Mu Ziyao's heart ached, he immediately held the child's back, hoping this would make the child feel better.

"Mommy, I feel so bad."

After much difficulty, Mu Xiaoxi lost the feeling of wanting to vomit and stopped. He raised his head and looked at Mu Ziyao pitifully.

Hearing Xiaoxi's slightly hoarse voice, Mu Ziyao hurriedly poured him a cup of water.

"Mom knows. Come baby, quickly rinse your mouth." Mu Ziyao's heart ached.

After a while, a cleaning aunt came into the room to clean up the vomit on the floor.

"Thank you, Grandma."

Before the cleaning lady left, Mu Xiaoxi thanked her very politely. Looking at this cute and pitiful child, she sighed, told him to take a good rest before leaving.

"Baby Xiaoxi, do you want to eat something?"

It was already close to seven o'clock in the morning. Mu Xiaoxi had not been eating, afraid that his body would not be able to hold on.

"I have no appetite. Mummy, you eat by yourself."

Mu Xiaoxi only felt that the ground was turning and the sky was spinning. He continued to lie on the bed and closed his eyes, looking like he was in pain.

In this kind of situation, how could Mu Ziyao eat anything? She held Xiaoxi's hand and wished that she was the one lying in the sickbed.

Not long after, Mu Xiaoxi fell back into slumber. Just as he was about to leave, he realized that Mu Xiaoxi's mouth was moving subconsciously as he muttered. Mu Ziyao lowered his body and moved closer to Xiaoxi's side, trying to hear what Xiaoxi was saying clearly.

"Father …" "Daddy …" Mu Ziyao was shocked at first, but when she realized it, her tears instantly filled her eyes. This was such a small person. In order to not make himself sad, he forcefully suppressed the longing for his father until now.

Mu Ziyao wiped away his tears, grabbed his phone, and without caring about his previous anger, he immediately dialed Lin Shumo's number.

Mu Ziyao looked at Mu Xiaoxi who was on the bed. Xiaoxi's lips were pale and his face was completely red from the high fever. The corners of his eyes were moist, it was hard to tell whether it was tears or sweat flowing down his forehead.

The phone was suddenly connected.

"Lin Shumo!" Mu Ziyao cried out his name. Su Yuyan's voice came out from the other side of the phone, "Are you looking for Ah Mo? Ah Mo has gone to take a bath. Naturally, I have no time to care about you. "

Su Yuyan laughed and hung up.

Mu Ziyao was so angry that his body started to tremble. He held onto the phone tightly, as if he was going to pull it into his flesh.

Did they all sleep together now?

His son was suffering from illness here, but he was living and sleeping in someone else's gentle land?

"Water, water …" Xiaoxi's voice pulled Mu Ziyao's emotions back into place.

"Come, come. Mommy will bring you water." Mu Ziyao did not care about helping the trash bin he knocked over, and immediately sent the water over.

Mu Ziyao carefully helped Xiaoxi up. Xiaoxi's body was already a little swollen from the fever, so standing up was a little strenuous. Xiaoxi exerted a little more force, and bean sized beads of sweat fell down, hitting Mu Ziyao's heart one after another.

"Mommy, you should go rest. I'm much better than before!" Xiaoxi swallowed the water in his mouth with some difficulty, and didn't forget to comfort his mother. Mu Ziyao suppressed his tears and gently kissed Mu Xiaoxi's head, then tightly held onto the blanket on his body.

"Sleep, baby. Mommy will rest beside you for a while."

Mu Ziyao lightly patted Xiaoxi's back. Seeing that Xiaoxi's eyebrows were still tightly knitted in his dreams, Mu Ziyao felt mixed emotions in his heart.

Helplessly, his heart ached and tears streamed down his cheeks. Mu Ziyao even thought that if he did not go and participate, and if he did not witness it, he would not be in such a sorry state, and he would not be able to make Xiaoxi suffer at home for such a long time.

When he thought of Lin Shumo, Mu Ziyao's ability to organize his thoughts seemed to have gone somewhere, the thoughts in his mind were intermittent and there was no pattern to them. Lin Shumo's former gentleness and present coldness, were mixed together and appeared in Mu Ziyao's memories.

Therefore, Mu Ziyao decided to stop thinking about it, and only tears were flowing uncontrollably down his face.

What sort of emotions were these tears?

Mu Ziyao also couldn't understand, so he couldn't explain it either.

On the second day, Xiaoxi finally had a fever, and Mu Ziyao, who had not slept for the entire night, finally heaved a sigh of relief.

When Xiaoxi saw the bloodshot look in Mommy's eyes, he understood that Mommy had been watching him for the whole night.

In the past, Xiaoxi was still daydreaming that Lin Shumo would settle everything and live a happy life for his family of three.

Now it seemed that he wasn't as grand as he had imagined. Xiaoxi was a little sad in his heart, but when he saw his mother, Xiaoxi suppressed the concern he had for his father.

Xiaoxi looked at his mother who was pretending to be fine, and a smile that made Xiaoxi's heart ache appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"No, I don't want Daddy." Xiaoxi swore to himself that she would never see him again. If she does not see him, then Mother would not need to contact him because of me, and not to mention feel sad about it. In the future, I will protect my Mommy!

"Mommy, you don't have to work so hard when the baby's done." Xiaoxi opened up his arms and wrapped them around Mu Ziyao's neck.

Mu Ziyao looked at Xiaoxi, and it seemed as if there was some bright light blooming in his eyes.

Mu Ziyao's heart warmed, and he held Xiaoxi tightly in his embrace.

Xiaoxi buried his head in Mu Ziyao's chest, and suddenly felt a shiver above his head.

"Mommy? What's the matter with you? "

"Mommy is fine. Xiaoxi has grown up. Mommy … "I'm happy."