Chapter 32 Dad, please don’t leave Momo…
He Zhimo lay in his father's arms and cried breathlessly. He already had a headache and his bones ached all over. Then, when he thought that his father was so angry with him that he ignored him, he cried so hard that he almost fainted.
But soon, He Cong's back of his palm covered the little guy's hot forehead.
He restrained himself and temporarily shifted his gaze away from the small feathers that fell on the seat. He gently pressed the little guy's forehead with his palm, and his tone became calmer. He coaxed the crying kid to regulate his breathing, "Okay, Daddy gets it. Momo, take a deep breath first."
He Zhimo sobbed violently, and under his father's comfort, he bit his lips hard and took a deep breath obediently. When he heard his father tell him to exhale softly, his little shoulders twitched, but he did as his father asked.
After adjusting himself repeatedly like this for a while, He Zhimo finally recovered a lot from the brink of tears.
But her big eyes were already red and swollen, fluttering as she looked up. Seeing her father's indifferent face, her little hands couldn't help but hug the wrist where her father wore the beads. Her fingers tugged at the black Buddhist beads on it, and she cried softly, "Dad, please don't leave Momo..."
He Cong let the little guy pull at his hand, and gently wiped the tears from the little guy's face with his other hand. He promised in a deep voice, "Daddy will never give up Mo Mo." He hugged the little guy again and continued to ask him, "Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"
He Zhimo took another breath, "Head, I feel dizzy, Dad."
"I'll pat your head."
He Cong said this, gently stroking the little guy's head with the back of his palm. Looking at his son's red face, the veins on his wrist throbbed faintly again, but he did not show any emotional fluctuations in front of the child. He still asked in a steady voice, "Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else?"
He Zhimo had just cried loudly, and his frail body was still running a high fever. He was gradually losing all energy. He fluttered his eyelashes like a wilted chick and buried himself in his father's arms listlessly. His childish voice was hoarse and small, "And the bones... The bones on Momo's back hurt so much..."
Hearing this, He Cong's gaze quickly shifted to He Zhimo's two small shoulders, which were trembling slightly due to the occasional sobbing sound. He raised his hand to touch it, but was afraid of hurting the little cub, so he extremely carefully pulled open one side of the assault suit wrapped around the cub, and then clearly saw -
The cub's pitiful and thin shoulder blades were red and swollen, as if the bones were about to break through the thin layer of tender skin.
He Cong's eyes twitched as he watched, and he ordered the driver to drive faster.
The little fellow grabbed the Buddhist beads on his wrist with his little hands, and mumbled a few times that it hurt somewhere. His little head nodded slowly, and soon he fell asleep in He Cong's arms again.
He Cong held the cub carefully in one hand, and his cold eyes fell again on the little feathers that fell from He Zhimo's body when he was crying not long ago.
These small pieces of fluffy feathers were exactly the same as the feathers that were mistakenly thought to have escaped from He Zhimo's bed quilt.
Even that night, when he compared those small feathers with Fuying's belongings, he once suspected that it was Fuying who came back to see their child. But in the end, everyone in Yanyuan thought he had just dreamed about Fuying...
He Cong could only resume drug treatment, try his best to appear normal, and not imagine all the absurd possibilities that Fuying was not dead.
But now, the little guy said that he had a strange disease that made his feathers fall off, and he was so scared by this strange disease that he ran away from home...
Indeed, how could feathers fall from a person's body?
Even the driver sitting in the front tried to comfort him, "Sir, the young master must have had a fever and was confused, so he had that weird dream about feathers falling off his body. Don't worry too much."
He Cong didn't say anything. He slowly lowered his eyes and saw the little cub in his arm sleeping very uneasily despite having a high fever. He rubbed his little face against his arm and whimpered a little in pain. Then, another soft little feather rubbed off He Zhimo's little face.
He Cong picked up the feather with his fingers and stared at the feather shape that was basically the same as the feather pendant Fu Ying left for him, his eyes darkening.
The car finally arrived at Yanyuan.
Butler Chen had been waiting in the lakeside area early with a team of doctors responsible for the young master's health. As soon as the car drove into the lakeside area, he took Dr. Lin and others there.
The car door opened and He Cong carried his young son out. As soon as he returned to the room, he told Dr. Lin in detail about He Zhimo's current symptoms.
When Dr. Lin first heard Mr. He mention the symptoms of "persistent high fever", "headache", and "swelling and pain in the back and shoulder blades", he was still asking his assistant to remember them while opening the examination equipment that had been pushed in ahead of time.
When Mr. He finally said, "He has a condition similar to the continuous falling of bird feathers," Dr. Lin paused in putting on his stethoscope, opened his mouth slightly, and almost wondered if he had misheard.
Then he raised his head and saw He Cong picking up the so-called feather that had fallen from Young Master He.
Dr. Lin maintained his professionalism and took the feather and examined it.
The first reaction was that the feather quill structure was so beautiful that it did not seem like something that could be grown by existing flying birds. It looked more like some kind of artwork designed by an artist to be displayed in a museum.
Because of this, Dr. Lin felt that Mr. He's description of the symptoms was truly absurd and unbelievable. However, Mr. He's firm attitude made him dare not say anything to his face. He could only bite the bullet and say, "Okay, Mr. He, let me check the young master's specific physical condition first."
He Cong said "yes", took back the small feather he had just given to Dr. Lin, gave up his position, stood on the other side of the bed, and supervised Dr. Lin to perform a series of physical examinations on the cub.
As the examination was halfway through, the expression on Doctor Lin's face became more and more strange. He looked at Young Master He who was lying on the bed with a high fever and sleeping, and then looked at the strange data jumping in the detection instrument.
"how?"
He Cong's patience gradually faded, and he began to ask.
Doctor Lin straightened up and looked at He Cong with a complicated expression, his face full of doubts about his career. "Mr. He, the young master does have a high fever that won't go away. This may be related to the sudden changes in the bone structure of his back, but the specific reason..."
What on earth is he, a professional doctor who graduated from a university, talking about?
What kind of sudden changes in bone structure could happen? What kind of weird changes in bone structure could happen to a living human cub like Young Master He?
Doctor Lin was so confused that he picked up the scanned test report and screened it carefully. The report information showed that there was indeed a strange mutation in Young Master He's back bones.
Looking up, he saw He Cong squinting his eyes and staring at him oppressively. Doctor Lin hurriedly wiped the sweat off his forehead and cautiously suggested, "This is what I'm saying, Mr. He. The most urgent thing is to reduce the young master's fever. Once the fever is completely gone, I will bring someone to give him a more comprehensive examination. I will also immediately take this test report to a meeting with President Gao and review relevant literature to see if we can find the best treatment solution..."
Finally, He Cong nodded his chin to show his agreement.
So Dr. Lin immediately arranged an intravenous drip for Young Master He. During this period, he only needed the medical team to keep a close watch on him, but He Cong did not leave. He stayed by Young Master He's bedside the whole time. Later, when the young master's fever subsided and he was sweating, He Cong personally changed the child's clothes and wiped his face and hands.
By the afternoon, Master He's high fever had finally subsided. He clung to his father's shoulders again, his little hands tightly wrapped around his father's neck, and in his sleep he murmured with a slightly tearful voice, "Mom, I want Mom..."
The clothes on He Cong's shoulders were soon wetted by the little guy's tears. The little guy cried for a while, and opened his eyes in a daze, half asleep and half awake, to see his father with a gloomy face, wiping tears from his little face.
He Zhimo was still dizzy. He hugged his father's neck, staring at his father's cold face with tears in his eyes for a long time, and sighed weakly, "Dad, what will you do if I die?"
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