Chapter 3
After arriving at the hospital, Kan Qi gently placed the child on the bed in the emergency room.
The doctor glanced at him. Coming to the hospital late at night and wearing a mask and a hat, he didn't look like a good person at all. While taking his temperature, he asked, "Are you your parents?"
Kan Qi frowned.
Little Fusheng on the hospital bed was now somewhat conscious and could still remember his father's previous instructions. He tried hard to speak: "Yes, uncle."
Hearing this, the doctor felt relieved: "Uncle, what were her symptoms at home before?"
Kan Qi froze again.
He hadn't spoken to anyone in two years and his throat seemed to be stuck. He wanted to open his mouth but the lights in front of him became extremely dazzling. He closed his eyes, but his fingers trembled uncontrollably.
The doctor, who didn't get an answer, turned around in confusion: "The child's uncle?"
Little Fusheng turned her head and saw her father's hand shaking. She reached out and grabbed it, patting her sick father soothingly: "Don't be afraid."
Then he said to the doctor, "Uncle, my throat is sick."
“…”
Who is sick?
The doctor was silent for a moment: "Why don't you make an appointment for yourself?"
Little Fusheng held his father's hand tightly and began to concentrate. He answered the doctor's questions intermittently based on his own understanding of medical treatment: "Headache, fever, and tenderness."
The doctor immediately had a better impression of the girl because she was still taking care of her uncle even when he was sick. He asked in a gentle voice, "What did you do before?"
Before?
Xiao Fusheng was a little confused.
Suddenly, the big palm in his hand moved. Little Fusheng raised his head and heard his father's low voice: "You are not wearing enough. You are cold."
She pursed her lips: "Yeah."
My own castle is warm all year round, but I didn’t expect it to be different here.
Kan Qi glanced at her and said, "Your emotions fluctuate greatly."
The doctor probably knew the reason and took the thermometer back to take a look: "The temperature is too high. Give him a fever-reducing injection first and then an IV."
Kan Qi nodded.
Before leaving, the doctor couldn't help but mutter, "They really are uncle and nephew."
Their speaking habits are exactly the same, as if they had just learned to speak.
In the emergency room, Xiao Fusheng sat obediently on the infusion chair with her head blown. Soon the nurse came with a needle. She had never been sick before, so naturally she didn't know what it felt like to get an injection. She just did whatever the nurse asked her to do.
Seeing that she was not afraid, Kan Qi slightly shifted his gaze.
But three seconds later, her palm felt painful, and the child grabbed her, his voice terrified and filled with tears: "Ah! Dad! It hurts!"
I shouted so hard that my hoarse voice was broken.
The nurses all laughed and said, "Relax, if the needle breaks inside you will have to re-inject it."
Hearing this, Xiao Fusheng trembled even more violently. She had never thought that pain would feel like this. She had to be pricked by a needle when she was sick. Although she had the theoretical knowledge, she had never given an acupuncture needle. How could she cure her father's illness?
Kan Qi hesitated for a moment and gently patted the back of the child's hand.
After the injection, Xiao Fusheng leaned over the back of the chair, holding his buttocks with tears in his eyes: "Dad... Uncle Kan Qi, hurry up, get better, don't, I'm sick."
“…”
Kan Qi lowered his eyes and looked at her, not quite understanding why the child suddenly had such an insight.
The child looked at him eagerly: "I'm sick. It hurts."
Like I'm heartbroken.
Faced with such a sincere gaze, Kan Qi looked away a little embarrassedly.
After a while, the nurse came over with the infusion needle. Xiao Fusheng immediately shrank to the side and tried to pull a thin blanket to cover himself.
The nurse coaxed him, "You're a five-year-old kid. This needle won't hurt, really."
Children don't believe it.
For no reason, Kan Qi recalled the days when he raised his cubs.
Whenever I have free time, I will open my phone to check the calendar to see if my baby is hungry, tired, or in what mood. My baby's health value is always full.
Of course, she didn't know that there was such a thing as illness in the world. She had always lived in a greenhouse under the sun and was the most beautiful princess.
But when he came here, he was so embarrassed and cautious, as if he had been abandoned.
This is the cub he raised with great care.
After a moment, he leaned over slightly, pulled down the thin blanket a little, and gently stroked her head: "It doesn't hurt."
Little Fusheng was stunned for a moment, then met the gaze from under the brim of Kan Qi’s father’s hat. It was the same look he saw on TV yesterday, gentle yet powerful.
Although his voice was still hoarse, it vaguely retained some of his previous tone.
Her eyes suddenly became moist.
Kan Qi took her hand out of the blanket, held the child's head, and signaled to the nurse that she could give the infusion.
Xiao Fusheng was still scared this time, but when she thought about her father being like this when he was sick and now he was with her, she gritted her teeth and endured it. Fortunately, this time it was not as painful as before.
After inserting the needle, the nurse brought an ice pack and said, "Press it on the IV tube. Be careful not to press too hard. You can take it off once the fever subsides a little."
Kan Qi nodded.
The surroundings became quiet. Perhaps the medicine was taking effect, and the heaviness in Xiao Fusheng's body gradually dissipated a lot. She turned her head and looked at her father Kan Qi, whose sitting posture had not changed from beginning to end, and thought with satisfaction, so this is what my father is like.
Although she is small, she is really smart.
When she saw Kan Qi's father typing her name on the phone at the police station, she had a vague feeling that even if the voice had changed, it could still be her father, but she felt timid when she met his gaze.
Kan Qi’s father is not like before. He is not as gentle as before and is still very strange and indifferent.
She thought at that time that they left because they didn't want her anymore, so they might not want her now either.
So she backed off, not daring to ask again for fear of being abandoned again.
It took her a long time to hold back her tears until she saw Kan Qi's father walking back and asking on the phone if she wanted to go with him.
Did Kan Qi’s father not want to abandon himself in the past?
The heavy breathing beside him gradually slowed down, and suddenly his shoulder felt heavy. Kan Qi glanced sideways and saw the child's peaceful sleeping face.
He reached out and touched her forehead, feeling the temperature drop, and planned to straighten her head first and take the ice pack away and throw it away.
But as soon as he moved, the child came up to him stickyly, grabbed his hand, opened his eyes a little, but closed them heavily again, mumbling incoherently: "Dad..."
Kan Qi's face felt a little hot. In the past, he had always regarded himself as Zaizai's father.
"Don't, don't want me."
【Zizi remembered something unhappy and needs comfort.】
Seeing the moisture in the corners of the child's eyes, Kan Qi paused slightly, stiffened for a few seconds and then sat back down. The child knew that he was taking advantage of the situation, so he leaned over again and rubbed his face against him gently, his voice so soft that it sounded like a whisper.
"It's so empty... No one... wants me... I... have been waiting... but nothing..."
Kan Qi's eyes gradually darkened.
He had to combine reality with the game, so the game had been closed for almost five years, and she had been alone in the child's world for five years?
He wiped the tears from the child's eyes with a piece of paper, and said in a slight voice, "No."
I don’t want you.
After listening to Kan Qi's words, Chen Huan went back to get a set of clothes for the child. When he arrived at the hospital, it was already an hour later, and there were still many people in the emergency room.
It was a bit noisy around, and the man in the thin black sweater was very conspicuous even with a mask on. Most of the child's body was leaning on him. One of his hands was tightly held by the child, and the other hand was holding an ice pack. He sat there stiffly and motionless.
At this moment, Chen Huan really had the urge to take the two of them to do a paternity test.
Not to mention the current Kan Qi, even when Kan Qi was famous all over the country, he rarely let strangers approach him. Why is he so special to this child who suddenly appeared?
She didn't dare to imagine how these two people had managed to get to the stage of intravenous drip.
Coming back to her senses, Chen Huan quickly walked forward and first put the coat she had picked up on Kan Qi. She knew that this man must not have worn a coat when he went out.
Then she took the ice pack from his hand and was startled by the coldness when she touched his fingertips. She subconsciously felt the back of his hand and found the temperature was frighteningly low. She gritted her teeth and lowered her voice: "Are you stupid? Don't you know how to put it down?"
Kan Qi didn't say anything, but subconsciously glanced at the child next to him and found that he was not woken up.
Chen Huan was at his wit's end, so he had no choice but to go out and buy two hot packs and put them in his hands: "You can't get sick now, I won't take care of her for you."
Only then did Kan Qi put the hot pack in his palm.
Sitting down again, Chen Huan asked seriously, "Tell me honestly, what is your relationship with this child?"
Kan Qi held the hot pack in his hand and couldn't find the answer for a moment.
"A paternity test? Is it really yours?"
"No."
Kan Qi would not be confused about such a big thing, as long as it is not his.
Chen Huan breathed a sigh of relief. "I don't think she's from an ordinary family. And she's in North City. How could no one come looking for her after she's been out for two days? If no one comes looking for her, can you still support her? If she really treats you as her father, what will you do?"
For no reason, Kan Qi remembered the child's mumbling in his dream.
Am I not her father?
He raised her little by little, but disappeared from her life one day, making her feel abandoned.
After a long time, Kan Qi lowered his eyes and squeezed out a word from his throat: "Raise."
"?"
Chen Huan's eyes widened: "Are you serious?"
Kan Qi agreed.
The child had never seen him before, but he could recognize him instantly by the voice on TV. He could even imagine the child's obsession and dependence on his voice in the past.
Besides, we have to be cautious about the situation where the child’s life points are dropping to death at any time.
Whatever the reason, he should be responsible for the child until the child makes his own decision.
After all, she had called herself "Dad" many times in the past.
Kan Qi is an adult who makes his own decisions. Chen Huan knows that she cannot stop him from making any decision. Moreover, after seeing the changes in Kan Qi after the appearance of this child, she does not think it is a bad thing.
At least there is a glimmer of hope.
"Are you sure?" Chen Huan said deliberately, "Putting aside the age issue, you are not allowed to adopt Xiao Fusheng in your current state."
Kan Qi curled up his fingers slightly and touched the pinch mark on his palm, feeling a slight pain.
Chen Huan: "Do you want her to face a silent uncle every day? This kind of environment is not suitable for her to grow up in."
She observed Kan Qi's reaction and said, "As far as I know, elders need to give positive guidance to the younger ones."
Positive guidance...
Thinking of the overwhelming negative comments on the Internet, Kan Qi slowly closed his eyes.
Before he could think, the head on his shoulder moved, and he silently concealed the look in his eyes.
Xiao Fusheng was frightened awake, she had a dream.
I dreamed that Kan Qi’s father was standing on the balcony of his room, his face pale and dejected, with shocking bloodstains on his wrists, and blood was flowing down his fingers to the floor.
Finally he jumped off the balcony and fell in the dark garden full of dead branches, never opening his eyes again.
She opened her eyes in panic, breathing heavily: "Dad!"
Worried that she might move the needle in her hand, Kan Qi gently pressed her shoulder.
Turning his head and seeing the familiar face, Xiao Fusheng's nose felt sore and he held his hand tightly: "I will cure you and we will live."
Kan Qi was slightly stunned.
"Awake?" Chen Huan and the nurse came over together. "The infusion is finished. Remove the needle. I'll take Xiao Fusheng to change his clothes."
Xiao Fusheng gave her hand to the nurse, but her eyes were always on her father. She didn't want her father to become like that.
After a long time, Kan Qi rubbed her head gently: "Hmm."
When he took his hand back, Xiao Fusheng noticed that there seemed to be a wound on his father's palm.
But before she could take a closer look, Kan Qi's father closed his hands. When she and Aunt Huanhuan changed their clothes and came out, her father had already left the hospital and returned to the car. He sat in the back seat and seemed to be asleep. She didn't even have a chance to ask.
Although she said she didn't care, Chen Huan knew that Kan Qi often didn't sleep until four or five in the morning, and she was worried about him after going through so much trouble tonight.
So I drove the person back, and in the end I didn't leave. I slept with Xiao Fusheng to see how things went.
After she finished washing up, she saw Xiao Fusheng standing at the door, hesitant to speak: "What's wrong?"
"Uncle, my hand is injured." Xiao Fusheng was a little worried. "Go find some medicine."
hand?
Of course Chen Huan knew what his hand looked like over the years, it was all caused by himself.
But seeing Xiao Fusheng so anxious, she thought for a moment and took out a Band-Aid from the medicine box: "Then why don't you go ask your uncle if it hurts?"
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There was no light in Kan Qi's room. The paused picture on the tablet beside him was still filled with an overwhelming barrage of comments. He stood on the dark balcony and looked at the dead flowers in the garden.
He was like those dead flowers, rotting in the mud long ago, but the child was not like that.
He thought that he was indeed not qualified to raise a child.
Suddenly, there were three knocks on the door and he turned his head slightly.
The light from the corridor outside came in through the slowly opening door, casting a wide streak on the floor and then hitting his face. The child stood at the door against the light.
"Uncle Kan Qi." The child came in with a few Band-Aids and one on the back of his hand. He must have studied how to use it.
Her voice was even hoarseer after the fever: "My hand hurts, I need treatment."
【Seeing his father injured, the baby is very sad. 】
Kan Qi moved his eyes away from the back of her hand and looked up, staring at her for several seconds, then suddenly chuckled.
Or maybe it was his own cub, because its voice was the same as his own.
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