Chapter 35 Why doesn’t Mom want Momo…
After hearing the description of just one or two sentences, Shang Youqing felt a sharp pain in her throat for some reason. She responded slowly, and her finger joints turned white from being pinched by herself.
Butler Chen took Shang Youqing to the elevator. Following Mr. He's previous instructions, he took Shang Youqing to the outside of the young master's room and then quietly retreated.
Shang Youqing stood at the door of the room. The door was not completely closed. She could clearly hear the intermittent sobbing of the little cub and He Cong's low coaxing voice, "Well, Daddy knows. Momo, please take your finger out first."
Shang Youqing gently pushed open the door and saw He Cong standing on the windowsill with his back to her, his neck slightly drooped, holding a baby and coaxing him.
The shirt that used to be neat and crisp was now wrinkled and messy, but He Cong didn't care. He gently placed his palm on He Zhimo's little head to comfort him, but the little guy was still in unbearable pain from the fever.
The little boy hugged his father's neck tightly with sobs, and lay on his father's shoulder, crying so hard that all the moisture in his body seemed to evaporate. He also sucked his little finger and whimpered and bit it incoherently.
After He Cong coaxed her softly and she took out her bitten and swollen finger, she pouted again and cried even harder in a hoarse voice.
"Let me, hold you?"
He Cong's tall figure paused, and he slowly turned around with the baby in his arms. He saw Shang Youqing, who had come over at some point, standing behind him, looking at the baby in his arms, his hand stretched out awkwardly.
He Cong lowered his eyes to look at her, then looked at the slender hand she stretched out. After a few seconds, he said "Hmm". He slowly and gently held the baby to her and reminded her in a low, hoarse voice, "Momo's back bones hurt a lot, hold him gently."
"good……"
Shang Youqing responded softly several times from his throat, and when he took the little guy from He Cong's palm, his movements were extremely cautious.
A burning breath came from the father and son. When Shang Youqing hugged He Zhimo, he truly felt how hot the little guy's body was.
Her hands were almost shaking, but He Cong's warm palms held them in time, and he looked down at her, "Be careful."
Shang Youqing nodded and hugged He Zhimo more carefully. Her expression seemed calm, but her irregular breathing revealed her panic at the moment, "Why is it so hot..."
He Cong told her all about He Zhimo's condition. "Momo just got a fever-reducing injection two hours ago, but it didn't work. He had a fever again half an hour ago. This time... it's worse than the previous times."
Shang Youqing listened while holding He Zhimo's head in her palm. As soon as she brought the child back to the bed and sat down, the little cub in her arms buried his head in her neck, arched his little head and cried hoarsely, "Mom...Mom...Momo misses you so much..."
Along with the hoarse cry of the baby, small pieces of burnt feathers fell from the side of Shang Youqing's neck, and several pieces floated on Shang Youqing's arm as he held the cub.
Shang Youqing stared at the familiar feather shapes that fell on his forearm. His chest vibrated slightly and his mind was in a state of confusion.
At that moment, she was holding the little guy whose body was burning so badly. She couldn't calm down at all. She didn't care that He Cong was still in front of her. She had already gathered healing spiritual energy at her fingertips and continuously injected it into He Zhimo's body.
Even when the temperature of the little cub in her arms was gradually lowered by her cool spiritual breath, Shang Youqing still couldn't relax completely.
She pulled up the little guy's clothes, and sure enough, she saw that the two thin shoulder blades on his back were swollen and painful.
No wonder He Cong just said that He Zhimo’s back bones hurt.
He Cong, a human, didn't know why, but Shang Youqing saw it at a glance. The reason why the little guy's shoulder blade was protruding...
She continued to apply her spiritual power to the cub's two thin shoulder blades, and patiently smoothed out the swelling and pain bit by bit.
He Zhimo hugged Shang Youqing's neck tightly with his little hands. He was crying so hard that he could hardly make a sound. He was just gasping for breath.
After the spiritual energy was injected, the whole cub seemed to be wandering in such a hot bed for the first time. His little head was dizzy and he thought he was dreaming for a while.
So his little hands clung even tighter, fearing that if he loosened his grip even a little, the warmth and scent of his mother would vanish. He bit a small corner of Shang Youqing's clothes, choking with sobs, and asked hoarsely, "Mom... Mom, why don't you want Momo..."
The room was completely silent except for the baby's intermittent crying, which was almost hoarse.
It was also at this time that Shang Youqing's tense mind seemed to finally relax a little. She didn't know how to answer, and reacted slowly.
He raised his head belatedly, only to meet He Cong's dark and deep eyes.
When she was sending healing spiritual energy to He Zhimo, He Cong had been standing a few steps away, staring at her without saying a word.
He Cong's face was solemn and serious, with the bones of his wrists bulging at his sides. After looking at her, his gaze slowly moved downwards, resting on the slender white fingertips into which she had just poured her spiritual power, with a storm brewing in his eyes.
At that moment, Shang Youqing's heart trembled slightly, as if he had the illusion that sparks were burning through his fingertips inch by inch.
She was about to say something when the little cub in her arms kicked his legs in pain again. With his eyes blurred by the burning sensation, he grabbed the corner of her clothes on the side of her shoulder, biting and pulling, sobbing and shouting, "It hurts, Mommy, Momo is in pain..."
Shang Youqing immediately lowered his head and rubbed the cub's head, and injected soothing spiritual breath into it again.
She had just experienced Shang You's first tail molting, so how could she not know that the spiritual healing just now could only temporarily relieve the burning effect on the little guy, but could not completely reduce He Zhimo's fever...
The key to completely reducing He Zhimo's fever is——
Shang Youqing thought about it, raised his eyes and looked at He Cong again, and without caring what he was thinking at the moment, he directly ordered him: "Come here."
When He Cong heard this, the storm in his eyes seemed to stop for a second. He walked over with a sullen face and said nothing, standing straight and obediently at the edge of the bed. Before he could ask any questions, Shang Youqing said, "Give me your hand."
Finally, He Cong's thin lips moved coldly, "What do you mean?"
The kid was still crying uncomfortably in his arms. Shang Youqing didn't have the time or energy to explain to him. He simply freed up one hand, grabbed his slender hand, put it to his mouth without saying a word, and lowered his head to bite one of his fingers.
He Congcuo hissed unexpectedly, and his fingertips were wrapped in the numb and soft touch.
The knuckles of his fingers flicked slightly between her soft lips, and it was clear that he could break free immediately.
But He Cong didn't. His dark eyebrows drooped slightly, and he pursed his thin lips again and again, allowing her to bite his fingers until they bled.
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