Chapter 127 Writing a Self-Criticism



Ya Ya hadn't seen her mother for over an hour and her nose was red from crying.

The little guy only smiled a little when he saw Ruan Qingling.

Ruan Qingling hugged her.

Old Wu called out to the nurse.

Ruan Qingling thought the nurse was nice.

The nurse didn't say much when they were being questioned, so she believed that this person wouldn't talk nonsense.

Ruan Qingling pulled up a chair and sat down by the ward.

When Ya Ya was brought back, she cried and was exhausted. Seeing her father asleep, she felt sleepy and wanted to go to sleep.

Pointing to the hospital bed, he wanted to lie down.

Ruan Qingling could only put her on another bed and say, "That bed is too small, Ya Ya, sleep here."

The little girl, who had just been crying, fell asleep quickly as soon as she touched the bed, with her mother by her side.

Looking at the two figures, one big and one small, Ruan Qingling suddenly felt an unbearable headache.

She looked at Song Shiting, her brows furrowing slightly. Her hand touched her pocket, where the syringe stained with Song Shiting's blood was still on her.

Perhaps this can unravel the mystery of why he was so badly injured?

This time, it was just a hair's breadth away from being fatal.

If it weren't for her little bit of knowledge, Song Shiting definitely wouldn't have been able to get treatment at the city-level hospital.

Furthermore, even at the municipal level, medical resources are limited at this time.

Whether he can be saved is still a question.

Old Wu suddenly stood at the door of the ward and asked Ruan Qingling, "Little Ruan, what do you need here? Tell me and I'll bring it to you."

Ruan Qingling has to look after her daughter and take care of Song Shiting, so she definitely can't go out.

Ruan Qingling said, "We need a basin, a towel, and a kettle."

Old Wu looked around and saw that the newly arranged ward really had nothing there.

He said, "I'll make the arrangements."

Ruan Qingling said, "Brother Wu, could you please find me some more milk powder?"

Old Wu nodded and said, "As for the things Ya Ya needs, I asked my wife to find some clothes that Jia Jia doesn't need right now at home, and I also asked her to bring some milk powder. We'll make do with these for now, and then take them to my mother-in-law's place tomorrow."

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