Qiqi nodded weakly, her gaze sweeping over Ji Jingchi, who stood at the farthest point, looking at her with a guilty expression but not daring to approach.
Qiqi immediately realized that her second brother was taking the blame for her allergy.
So she reached out to Ji Jingchi, "Second Brother..."
"I'm here." Hearing his sister's voice, Ji Jingchi quickly squeezed over and held her chubby little hand in his palm.
The chubby little hands were burning hot due to a high fever caused by an allergic reaction.
It felt like a needle had pierced the softest spot in his heart, causing Ji Jingchi's eyes to sting and tears to fall. "I'm sorry, little sister."
“It has nothing to do with Second Brother,” Qiqi said with difficulty, forcing a reassuring smile. “The shrimp is delicious, it’s what Qiqi likes to eat.”
Seeing his sister in such a state, yet still trying to comfort him, Ji Jingchi felt as if his heart was being torn apart.
The girl, who was so lively and cheerful not long ago, proudly boasted to him that she had saved three people.
Before he knew it, he was lying on the hospital bed, weak and listless, barely able to speak.
How can we not blame him!
Self-reproach transformed into vines, gripping Ji Jingchi's limbs and trying to drag him into the deep sea.
"Once I recover, I'm going to research and develop a medicine that will allow me to eat seafood right after taking it."
Qiqi pouted, looking a little unhappy. "I ordered so many delicious shrimp, fish, and crabs, and I haven't had a chance to eat them yet."
Although there was an element of comforting Ji Jingchi in her words, Qiqi was also serious.
Not being able to eat delicious meat is absolutely the thing she can't stand!
The little girl struggled to say even a single word, yet she forced herself to say so much in order to comfort him.
Ji Jingchi felt both guilty and tender; he was as soft as water, utterly utterly tender.
"Okay, then Qiqi must get better soon." Even his little sister was comforting him like this, so what reason did he have not to cheer up?
Self-blame and guilt won't solve the problem. What he should do is wait for his sister to recover and then protect her better, and never let something like this happen again!
Qiqi had no idea what Ji Jingchi was thinking, but seeing his expression improve, she breathed a sigh of relief.
I wasn't feeling well to begin with, and I forced myself to say so much, so now my eyelids are drooping weakly.
Seeing this, Madam Ji quickly said softly, "Alright, Qi Bao, stop talking and get some rest."
Qiqi was indeed struggling to cope. She had planned everything, but she hadn't expected that she would be allergic to seafood.
Unable to prepare an allergy medication beforehand, I can only lie here receiving intravenous fluids and slowly recover.
Once she recovers, the task of developing new medicine must be put on the agenda immediately.
Qiqi had an unexpected allergic reaction and was hospitalized. At the same time, Lingling and her mother returned home in fear.
Lingling's home is in an old shantytown redevelopment community in the west of the city. When Lingling's mother brought her home, she couldn't help but shake the slippers on the shelf by the door.
Her husband is back!
Lingling's face was pale, and she clutched her mother's clothes, tears welling up in her eyes. "Mom, Mom, what...what should we do?"
Lingling's mother, forcing herself to remain calm, took out her phone, glanced at the time on the screen, and reassured her daughter, "Don't be afraid, it's okay. We're on time, we're not late."
Because Lingling likes to draw, she enrolled Lingling in a drawing class, and she has to go to class every weekend morning.
She was almost beaten half to death by her husband for enrolling in this course. In the end, she was only able to continue attending the course because the money for the course was non-refundable and she had no choice but to cancel.
However, her husband had warned her that she must not come home later than 12:30 pm, or he would miss his lunch. Even if it cost him the money, he would never let Lingling go to class again.
It's only 12:30 now, not past 12 yet.
The woman, feeling a sliver of relief, nervously took out her key to open the door.
The door was suddenly yanked open from the inside as soon as the lock was turned.
The man's furious face appeared behind the door. Before the woman could react, he grabbed her hair and dragged her inside.
"Ah..." The woman let out a shrill scream and immediately let go of her daughter's hand, afraid of implicating her daughter.
Lingling was so frightened that she burst into tears and frantically reached out to grab her mother's hand.
"Mommy, Mommy..."
"Damn it, you bitch, didn't I warn you not to come back so late? You've made me starve for so long, I think you're asking for a beating!"
Vicious curses rang out as the man punched and kicked the woman while hurling insults.
Women, on the other hand, are used to it and reflexively curl up into a ball, trying their best to protect their head and face.
Screaming and begging for mercy, she cried, "I'm sorry, ah, I was wrong, ah, I'll never do it again. Please, ah, please don't hit me anymore... I... I didn't come back late, it's not past 12:30 yet..."
"Damn it, so what if you didn't exceed the limit? You dare to go out and act like a slut when I'm home. Who knows how late you'll come back when I'm not around."
The more a man curses, the more he hates; the more he hits, the harder he becomes.
Soon, the woman couldn't even beg for mercy anymore.
Outside the door, Lingling kept crying loudly. Seeing her mother lying on the ground unable to move, a wave of despair washed over her.
"Mom, someone please save my mom, someone please save my mom..."
Lingling's crying disturbed the man's rage, and he immediately turned to look at her with bloodshot eyes.
Lingling was so frightened that she trembled violently and fell to the ground.
"Cry, cry, all you do is cry! You damn good-for-nothing! You've cost me so much money, and you still cry your heart out to me every day. You've cried away all my luck. Do you think I'm not unlucky enough already?!"
The man turned violently and charged at her.
"Ah..." Lingling screamed in fright and tried to run away.
But the man's large hand easily grabbed her shoulder, trying to drag her inside.
Hearing her daughter's scream, the dying woman mustered her last bit of strength and grabbed a fruit knife that had fallen to the ground.
Maternal love gave her unprecedented courage and the strength to fight against evil.
"Let go of Lingling! Let her go!" The woman struggled to her feet, her hand gripping the fruit knife trembling, yet she still firmly pointed the tip of the knife at the man, as if she would really stab him if he dared to touch her daughter.
The man turned his head and saw this scene, a dark shadow flashing across his violent eyes.
He released the little girl, turned around, and strode towards the woman.
"You damn bitch, how dare you point a knife at me! I feed you and clothe you, and you still dare to draw your knife against me! Looks like I didn't beat you hard enough before. A traitor like you should have been killed outright!"
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