The little face was red with fever and the whole person was confused.
Without saying a word, Song Wenlin took his men directly to the best children's hospital in Beijing.
After the injection and medicine, the fever gradually subsided.
Maybe this disease is too much for the body to bear.
She has been sleeping.
Because it was the Chinese New Year, the doctors in the hospital were also taking turns to have a day off.
Song Wenlin had no choice but to take her home. He was afraid that as a grown man, he couldn't take good care of her!
He picked up the child horizontally.
Zhao Huili quickly lifted the door curtain.
"Quick, come into the house!"
After listening to him tell the whole story, Zhao Huili and Song Yingying felt heartbroken.
Not to mention her mother, just looking at this child is enough to make people feel distressed!
Zhao Huili wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"This child is such a pitiful person!"
Song Yingying also nodded with red eyes: "Yes, it's so heartbreaking!"
Song Zhiyong rarely said a word.
"Let her stay here first! It's New Year's Eve, let this child have a good time!"
Zhao Huili looked at her son. Although she was a little conflicted, who could bear to say no to this child?
Besides, the child is still sick. If we send her to an orphanage at this time, wouldn’t that be the end of her life?
Although Zheng Xiaolian abandoned her son in order to stay in the city, she felt resentment and hatred when she saw her son heartbroken and locked in the house because of this.
But now, everyone returns to dust.
How could Zhao Huili still feel resentful?
Besides, the child is the child and her mother is her mother.
You can't take out your resentment towards her mother on her.
Zhao Huili was able to figure this out.
After the family had their reunion dinner, she ran into the house several times and became a little worried when she saw that the child hadn't woken up.
I'm weak to begin with, skinny with hardly any flesh on my body, and now I'm sick too. I can't go without food!
She simply asked Wenlin to call her to see if he could wake her up.
She went to the kitchen and made her some millet porridge with a lot of brown sugar.
The child hasn't eaten much for a long time, and eating too much meat and fish will hurt his stomach.
Drinking some millet porridge is nourishing, and brown sugar is warming.
When Zhao Huili finished and entered the house with the bowl, she saw that the child had woken up and was hugging Song Wenlin and crying in pain.
Maybe he had too much strength due to the fever, so his crying sounded like a newborn kitten.
No wonder she didn’t hear it in the kitchen just now.
Xiaoxiao was sick before, and she felt as if she saw Song Wenlin in a daze in the hospital, but she thought she was dreaming.
Just now, Song Wenlin woke her up. When she opened her eyes and saw that it was really him, the emotions that had accumulated for so many days could no longer be contained.
She didn't cry when her mother died, she didn't cry when the police questioned her at the police station, and she didn't cry at all when she arrived at the welfare home.
With so many emotions weighing on her heart, how could a small person like her bear it?
"Uncle Song, Uncle Song, my mom, my mom, she, died... wuwuwu..."
"Uncle Song, I don't have a mother anymore!"
The little girl was only five years old, and Zhao Huili's heart ached when she cried.
Song Yingying was wiping her tears, let alone Song Wenlin.
He held Xiaoxiao in his arms and stroked her head again and again.
It is said that men don't shed tears easily, but Song Wenlin couldn't help but his eyes turned red.
Tears rolled down the corners of her eyes and were gently wiped away by him.
"Xiaoxiao, why don't you come to see your uncle?"
Xiaoxiao raised her head, her eyes red as she whispered, "Mom said she owes you too much in this life and doesn't want to cause you any more trouble! Besides, the aunties at the welfare home are all very nice to me!"
She looked a little flustered, lowering her head and twisting her fingers.
Song Wenlin took a deep breath.
"You were never a bother to your uncle, no!"
Zhao Huili also sighed softly after hearing this.
Walk quickly to the bed.
"Good boy, are you starving? Come eat something quickly. Although it's New Year's Day and you should eat something good, but grandma is afraid that your stomach can't take it, so drink some millet porridge to nourish your stomach first! Ah~"
Xiaoxiao got up from the bed somewhat embarrassedly and bowed to Zhao Huili.
“Thank you, grandma!”
Seeing how sensible she is, Zhao Huili feels really distressed!
Song Wenlin took the bowl.
"Mom, let me feed her!"
Xiaoxiao was really hungry. Zhao Huili made this bowl of millet porridge thick and fragrant, and put a lot of brown sugar in it, so it tasted sweet.
Even though it wasn't big fish or meat, Xiaoxiao ate it with relish.
Mainly because she saw Song Wenlin, she felt as if her heart suddenly calmed down.
When you are in a good mood, your appetite will also improve.
At night, she slept with Zhao Huili.
The next day is New Year's Day.
Many people came to pay New Year's greetings, and Song Wenlin had to go to pay his respects as well.
But because Xiaoxiao was not in good health, Zhao Huili did not go out and focused on taking care of her at home.
On the second day of the Lunar New Year, when Song Shiwei and Zhou Tingyue returned to her parents' home with their eight children, they were a little surprised to see Xiaoxiao.
"she is......"
Zhao Huili pulled her aside and quietly told Song Shiwei about Xiaoxiao's situation, which made Song Shiwei feel a little uncomfortable.
She really didn't expect that the day she saw Zheng Xiaolian in the hospital would be the last time she saw her.
I never expected that she would die so miserably.
Xiaoxiao is such a pitiful child!
It just so happens that Xiaowu, Xiaoliu, Xiaoqi, and Xiaoba are all about the same size as her.
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