Chapter 397 Children and paintings, vomiting blood
After waiting for more than ten seconds, the child's eyes regained focus.
Li Chengxiao removed his hand from his shoulder and touched his hand, which was as thin as a chicken claw. His hand felt cold.
The silent fear is even more heart-wrenching.
"Don't be afraid!"
The cell phone camera could only capture half of the faces of the two people opposite, but Jiang Hanying also noticed that something was wrong with the child's condition, so she silently stopped talking and did not ask any more questions.
Pei Yuan happened to knock on the door, and Li Chengxiao heard the knock on the door in the video, "You go ahead, I'll hang up first."
He was a little afraid that if Jiang Hanying said a few words, the child might not be able to wait until his brother and Que Lu came back.
Eye.
What kind of eye is it that can make a child so frightened just by being asked about it, yet he still endures the fear and draws it for him to see?
And what do the swirling black holes and those hands in the painting represent?
"Oh, then when I finish work in the evening, I will go over to your place and have a look?"
"...Okay."
By then, with his brother and Que Lu escorting him, there should be no need to be afraid of Jiang Hanying's mouth that says anything without scruples.
"Sister," the door opened and Pei Yuan looked at Jiang Hanying who had finished washing inside the door, "are you up early again?"
"Well," Jiang Hanying said without changing her expression, her heart not beating, "I went to bed early last night, but I got up early today."
Even though the monkey who was kicked under the sofa to catch up on his sleep was still asleep, he couldn't help but raise his paw and scratch his mouth when he heard Jiang Hanying's words.
Someone tells lies with his eyes open and is not afraid of having an itchy mouth!
"By the way," Jiang Hanying suddenly announced in the middle of breakfast, "I'm going out after finishing work in the afternoon. You can eat dinner by yourself."
The small antenna on Pei Yuan's forehead stood up instantly, "May I ask, where are you going?"
"Go to the instructor."
Pei Yuan suddenly let out a long "Oh", "Will you be back tonight?"
"I'll definitely go back. If I don't, I'll have to get up early the next morning and rush here."
"Okay, then I'll be relieved." Pei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, thought for a while and then warned, "But if you two are eating dinner alone, you must be careful of someone taking photos secretly..."
"Stop, stop, stop," Jiang Hanying interrupted quickly, "I went to him for other things, and it was just a way to eat."
Pei Yuan nodded meaningfully and said, "I understand, I understand."
Jiang Hanying: "..."
The little assistant is a little weird!
This time she was really just curious about why the child drew that picture!
Originally, she didn't think there was anything special about the child, and the painting didn't look like a big deal. But now that the two are combined, it becomes a bit interesting.
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Li Chengxiao spent some time and finally found the best way to comfort his children, watching cartoons!
It's the kind of movie that even a two- or three-year-old kid can understand to a certain extent, it's lighthearted and funny, and it doesn't require any brainpower at all.
The child was holding Que Lu's tablet and lying in the rocking chair covered with a small blanket, staring at it with relish.
It seems that the attention transfer was quite successful.
As for the pencil drawing, the adults should discuss it in private away from the children.
Li Chengxiao looked away and sent a message to his brother: "Where are you?" 】
Li Jingmo directly replied with a voice message: "I stopped to buy breakfast on the way. It's almost here."
After listening to the voice and putting away the phone, he tilted his head and glanced at the child again, and saw that the child was grinning at the tablet with his eyes bent and smiling silently. He probably saw something interesting.
But when he smiled, a dazzling bright red flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Li Chengxiao suddenly stood up before he could hold the corner of his mouth.
Unfortunately, the child didn't notice it yet. Instead, he was startled by the big brother in front of him who suddenly stood up, and looked away from the tablet.
It wasn't until blood dripped from his chin onto his clothes that he finally lowered his head. When he saw the blood on his clothes, his first reaction was annoyance.
He soiled his new clothes!
Li Chengxiao was so shocked by this turn of events that his mind went blank for a moment. He stepped forward and subconsciously covered the child's mouth. With the other hand, he reached for the cell phone he had just put back in his pocket. He didn't have time to send a message and directly made a call. Waiting for the call to come through, "Come back quickly, the child is vomiting blood."
The person who answered the phone was Li Jingmo, who was sitting in the passenger seat. Que Lu was driving, but when they heard these words, their expressions suddenly changed. Que Lu directly stepped on the accelerator, and the car suddenly shot forward.
As soon as Li Chengxiao hung up the phone, he felt the child's hand squeezing his. His eyes passed over a large area of dazzling red and moved up, "Does it hurt?"
As soon as he finished asking, he saw the child gently shaking his head at him.
Thinking about the child's hindsight just now, it might be that it really didn't hurt, or it might be that he didn't feel any pain at all as Que Lu said before.
But no matter what it is, it makes people unhappy.
Not feeling pain is not a good thing!
"Hold on a little longer."
Que Lu almost stepped on the accelerator.
While driving, he was still muttering "impossible" under his breath.
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He has always had confidence in his medical skills. Although the medicine he prescribed to the child before could only temporarily curb the body's collapse, it used good medicinal materials grown deep in the Que Mountain. It was more effective than those on the market outside. Too many.
In his expectation, the medicine would last for three to five days, so that he could have more time to research a thorough treatment.
But how long has it been?
Not to mention two days, two hours?
The child who drank his medicine vomited blood!
He even wanted to doubt himself!
Hurrying slowly, as soon as the car stopped at the gate, the two of them pushed the door open left and right and rushed out, then ran through the gate and rushed into the yard.
As for the hot breakfast that was left in the back seat, who would care to eat it now?
In fact, less than five minutes had passed. After all, the place where I bought breakfast was not far from the entrance of the alley.
But in these few minutes, just covering my mouth couldn't stop the bleeding.
Even if it leaks out a little, the child's upper clothes will become a big red in a short time.
His face also turned pale from blood loss.
Que Lu ran up to him and grabbed one of his wrists and started to feel his pulse.
Li Jingmo saw this and grabbed the other wrist.
Although he majored in pharmacy and pathology, he also studied traditional Chinese medicine and could still detect simple pulse conditions.
This time I couldn't help but hiss, "It's so messy."
To be honest, it's a miracle that he's still alive in such a mess.
Que Lu looked at Li Chengxiao with a dark face, whose hand was covered in blood and didn't bother to wipe it, "Didn't he have any signs before he vomited blood?"
Li Chengxiao shook his head, "I found a cartoon for him, and when I watched it, I suddenly vomited blood."
"What type of cartoon?"
"Funny and light-hearted type, enlightening children by the way."
"There are no signs..." Que Lu frowned and shook his head, then looked at Li Jingmo, "I don't care, I'll give it a try to see if I can stop the bleeding first."
Li Jingmo nodded and added: "We still need blood transfusion. Do you have a blood type test kit? I will adjust the blood pack."
"Yes, I'll get it right away."
Li Chengxiao silently stepped aside and watched the two people working around the child until he noticed a heat in his palms.
When he lowered his head, he saw that there was only one spot on his blood-stained palm that was clean.
It was the mark Jiang Hanying had left on his palm.
It was as if the blood had chosen to take a detour when it reached this area, or as if it had been directly absorbed by the mark.
While he was deep in thought, the cell phone he had thrown on the table carelessly vibrated twice in succession.
【Did you kill someone? 】
[Where did all this blood come from? 】