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

Yang Rong explained everything to Yang's father and Yang's mother, but Yang's father and Yang's mother didn't speak for a long time.

Father Yang also knew about this nightmare eight years ago, but he didn't know the details. At that time, Xin Miaomiao was seriously ill, and the doctors said that she couldn't be saved. It was the young boy who took her away and saved her, so Even though what happened back then was unimaginable, he still believed it.

Hearing what Yang Rong said now, he asked, "The person who said Miao Miao didn't have much time, was that young man who rescued Miao Miao back then?"

"Yes." Yang Rong nodded, and it was also because Mo Ziqi said it that she believed it so firmly.

"How did this happen?" Mother Yang's face was pale, her eyes were red, and she couldn't believe the bad news.

But who would believe such bad news?

Yang Rong seemed to be living in hell all day. Her eyes were red and painful from crying, but she still couldn't change the fact that her daughter was not well, and she wouldn't live long...

Xin Xiaotian is a big man, and now his eyes are full of tears, and the pain in his heart cannot be expressed in words.

"No, we'll go to the hospital for an examination tomorrow. This kind of thing is too outrageous. Miao Miao doesn't have any terminal illness. How can you say that if you die, you will die?"

Father Yang said in a deep voice, without giving him a basis for such a thing, it is hard to believe that he is not Yang Rong, and since the nightmare has been solved, why would such an outrageous thing happen.

but.

There are some things that he can't tolerate.

Because as soon as he finished speaking, the servant's exclamation came from upstairs, with obvious panic: "Miss Miao Miao!"

When Yang Rong heard the exclamation, her heart skipped a beat. She got up and ran upstairs. When she got to the room, she threw herself to the bed, and saw Xin Miaomiao curled up in pain, clutching her little head.

"Teng... So Teng..." The little finger poked his head, as if wishing to pierce it, and moaned indistinctly.

Yang Rong was already panicked by this sudden incident, hugged Xin Miaomiao and didn't know what to do, and looked at her in a daze: "Miao Miao, where does it hurt? Tell mom, where does it hurt?"

"It hurts, it hurts..." The little girl whose complexion was normal a moment ago changed instantly. Not only was she pale, but there were big beads of sweat on her forehead, and her body was scorching hot...

Father Yang was shocked and angry, it was unbelievable that this happened without warning!

"Call the doctor quickly! Hurry up!" He calmed down and turned to order the servant, but Yang Rong cried and shouted: "No doctor, Dad, no doctor, doctors can't cure Miao Miao!"

She picked up Xin Miaomiao and was about to run out to find Mo Ziqi, but because she was so frightened, her whole body was so weak that she almost fell to the ground with her. Fortunately, Xin Xiaotian stretched out her hand and picked her up. hugged.

"Xiaotian, let's go back and find Ziqi, find Ziqi." She looked at Xin Xiaotian helplessly and begged.

Xin Xiaotian didn't really believe in Mo Ziqi, but Yang Rong really believed in him, and now she couldn't allow him to think too much, so she bent over and picked up Xin Miaomiao and ran away.

Yang's father and Yang's mother followed behind and went together.

As the car sped along the road, Xin Miaomiao groaned in pain loudly for a while, her whole body began to tremble uncontrollably, her consciousness was also blurred, and she couldn't hear the voice of others calling her.

Holding such a daughter, Yang Rong almost cried to death. She yelled over and over again to drive faster.