Report to the president, Mr. Ben Miao does not warm the bed

I don't know if Xin Furong's soft voice played a role, this time the little girl didn't moan and pull the quilt outside, but a pair of pretty little eyebrows squirmed and wrinkled into small pimples, indicating that she was extremely uncomfortable.

The little girl was so uncomfortable, Xin Furong squatted beside her, her heart was so uncomfortable that she was about to bleed.

Eight years.

It took her eight years to slowly dissolve Yang Rong's cold heart towards her, but she couldn't heal the deteriorating body of the little girl in front of her.

Seeing her 12-year-old life that is slowly withering, Xin Furong feels very uncomfortable. If possible, she is really willing to trade her own health for hers...

Xin Miaomiao's health is very poor, very poor, how bad is it?

She can't be exposed to heat or cold, and even a little bit of accident can make her go through the gate of hell.

She was held, hugged, and hugged by everyone, but even so, they couldn't give her a truly healthy body. Countless doctors asserted that she would not live to be an adult...

Even... She doesn't even have the minimum sound mind.

At the age of four, she was small, delicate, naive, and silly, and no one would notice that there was anything wrong.

But now she is 12 years old, a half-grown girl, but only has the mind of an eight or nine-year-old child... Whenever Xin Furong thinks of this, her heart hurts like someone dug a hole.

She felt that she was the one who harmed her. If she hadn't caused her to give birth prematurely, she wouldn't have such a weak body.

If she hadn't let her knock on the edge of the bed, causing her to be unconscious, she wouldn't even have a sound mind.

All this is her fault!

"Miss, the doctor is here." Xin Furong knelt on the side of the bed, and when her heart was pounding, Mama Liu brought the doctor up behind her.

Xin Furong lowered her head, wiped her eyes quickly, and stood up: "Okay." She turned her head, looked at the doctor and Liu Ma behind her, and returned to the bright and generous Xin Furong.

"My sister has a fever, please take a look at the doctor." Xin Miaomiao's body is no better than others, and even if she has a fever, Xin Furong treats it as a serious matter, for fear that there may be a slight mistake.

This doctor has also been to Xin's house several times, knowing the situation of the little girl on the bed, he nodded and walked up to see the little girl.

It was just a high fever caused by ordinary cold exposure. The doctor methodically gave the unconscious little girl an injection, and said to Xin Furong, "Miss Xin is too weak. You should pay more attention to it. Winter is approaching now. Remember to keep warm."

"Well, okay, then my sister..."

"It's okay, the fever will subside soon, if you are worried, you can send it to the hospital..." The doctor seemed to know Xin Furong's concerns, and suggested.

Xin Furong shook her head: "No need." The little girl has spent half of her time in the hospital for the past eight years, and she knows how much she hates the hospital. Hospital.

After sending the doctor away, Xin Furong sat on the edge of the bed and wiped off the sweat from the little girl's body. Seeing her arched her body, she was not sleeping soundly, and she was still humming coquettishly. He simply took off his clothes and lay down, took the little girl into his arms and fell asleep.

But just as she lay down, the small mobile phone on the table next to her rang.