Song Yanzhi quickly carried the person out, saying, "Quickly spit it out, Xiao Bao."
Xiao Bao shook his head, unwilling.
His face turned ashen.
Song Yanzhi didn't care and immediately reached out to pull his hand away, while patting Xiao Bao's back twice with her other hand.
The next second, with a "vomit..." sound, Xiao Bao vomited.
A strong stench of vomit wafted over, and the floor was covered with the food and milk that Xiao Bao had eaten that day.
Song Yanzhi frowned and hurriedly went inside to pour the child a cup of hot water.
Xiao Bao vomited until tears came to his eyes, then he was choked by the smell of his own vomit. He pinched his little nose, moved away, and continued to dry heave.
She sat down in Song Yanzhi's lap only after she could no longer vomit.
Pei Jichuan heard the noise and ran out, only to be terrified by what he saw.
"Xiao Bao, what's wrong?" he asked worriedly.
Xiao Bao didn't say anything, leaning listlessly against Song Yanzhi's chest.
Song Yanzhi gave him some water and asked with concern, "Xiaobao, are you still feeling unwell? Mommy will take you to the hospital to get checked out."
She thought that the baby might have been eating too well lately and couldn't digest the food properly, which caused the diarrhea.
I'm a little worried right now.
Xiao Bao's face was pale: "Mom, what's wrong with me? Am I sick?"
He thought about how his mother had been taking him to the hospital all this time, always looking at him with a serious or distressed expression.
She suddenly became nice to him too.
I also bought him lots of delicious food.
He had seen a child in a tenement building whose mother bought her new clothes and cooked her delicious food one day, and then gave her away the next day.
Thinking of this, Xiao Bao's face grew even paler.
Does Mom not want him anymore?
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