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

Heartache?

Could it be heart disease?

Xin Xiaotian anxiously touched Xin Miaomiao's small face, hugged her into his arms, and said to Yang Rong, "Call the doctor quickly."

Yang Rong was also anxious. Seeing what Xin Xiaotian said, she got up and ran out to ask Mama Liu to call the doctor, but just as she ran to the door, she saw Mo Ziqi in black walking over.

"Auntie, let me see Miao Miao."

"Ah? Miao Miao said her heart hurts, I..."

"You don't need to call a doctor, Auntie." Mo Ziqi interrupted her, walked into the room, looked at Xin Miaomiao, who was gradually pale, and said to Xin Xiaotian, "Auntie, you go out first."

"Ah?" Yang Rong was stunned again, but seeing Mo Ziqi's calm face, she believed him very much. Seeing this, she felt less anxious.

She asked Xin Xiaotian to put Xin Miaomiao down, and then forcibly pulled the puzzled Xin Xiaotian out.

"Rong'er, Miao Miao is not feeling well, she should call a doctor, Ziqi..."

"Zi Qi knows what to do, I trust him." Yang Rong pulled Xin Xiaotian out of the room and closed the door by the way.

After waiting for them to go out, Mo Ziqi walked to the bed, looked at the pale and sweaty little girl on the bed, and stared deeply for a long time.

The little girl was obviously in extreme pain, and she couldn't see who the person in front of her was, she could only groan softly in pain.

Mo Ziqi just looked at her like this for a few minutes.

In the end it was a compromise.

He sighed faintly, stretched out his hand, took the frail little girl into his arms and sat down, wrapped one arm around her waist, exposing her wrist, and then cut open the flesh with the other hand holding a sharp weapon, bright red Blood gushed out.

He stretched out his hand to the little girl's mouth, with scarlet eyes and a pungent fishy smell, but Xin Miaomiao pounced on it like a vampire to suck~suck.

A steady stream of fresh blood entered the body, relieving the pain on Xin Miaomiao's body. When her sucking force became weaker and weaker, Mo Ziqi withdrew his hand and wiped the corner of Xin Miaomiao's mouth regardless of whether the blood was still flowing. blood stains, helped her to lie down.

Seeing that her pale face had also begun to turn rosy, Mo Ziqi stood by the bed and looked at it for a while, then turned and went out.

Yang Rong and Xin Xiaotian were waiting outside anxiously. When they saw him coming out, they asked anxiously, "How is Miao Miao?"

"It's okay." Mo Ziqi replied, and glanced at Yang Rong: "Next time Miao Miao is not feeling well, just call me, don't call the doctor, the doctor can't cure it."

"Why? What's wrong with Miao Miao? Did someone put something unclean on her?" Xin Xiaotian asked.

"No." Mo Ziqi shook his head, met Xin Xiaotian's puzzled gaze, but did not explain further, nodded with Yang Rong and left.

"Rong'er, this son Qi he..."

"It's okay, you go and see Miao Miao first, and I'll go see him." Although Yang Rong was worried about her daughter, she also noticed that Mo Ziqi's complexion was not good, much paler than when she came here.

Yang Rong chased Mo Ziqi out, looking at the cold and desolate figure in the night, she didn't know why, but felt as if she had seen it somewhere before, her eyes were sour, and she had the urge to cry .

"Zi Qi." She called out to the boy in front of her.

Mo Ziqi paused, turned his head, and looked over with a cold gaze: "Auntie?"

"Are you okay? I think you look bad, are you okay?"