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

Ru Mengqi was taken away, no one present cared about the miserable experience she might suffer.

Fat Mao'er stayed with Yang Rong for another night, and the next day, her beautiful cat's eyes were also bloodshot, and Mo Ziqi forcibly carried her away.

Yang Rong's farewell will take two days, and she will be buried tomorrow. Mo Ziqi doesn't plan to let Fat Maoer continue to watch over her, for fear that her body will not be able to survive, especially in such a cold day, she has been next to Yang Rong in the cold His body would definitely not be able to bear it.

But what Mo Ziqi didn't expect was that even if he took precautions, Fat Cat was still sick.

The illness came on violently, and she fell ill the morning after the night watch. It was very serious. Even if her body was covered with hair, Lu Hanfan could feel the heat emanating from her body when he touched her.

She was sick and didn't like to eat. No matter what she liked to tempt her, she would not eat it.

Lu Hanfan single-handedly raised her. Except that she didn't drink breast milk when she was a child, her immunity was weak, and she got sick once or twice, but she never got sick at other times.

But this time, she was seriously ill, her body had a high fever, she vomited whatever she ate, and her chubby body lost four or five catties overnight, Lu Hanfan was frightened to death seeing it.

Mo Ziqi was still helping at the funeral parlor, when he got the news and rushed back, the fat cat seemed to be dying, lying there dying, only breathing in, but not coming out.

"How could she be like this?" Mo Ziqi asked angrily, feeling extremely distressed.

"I don't know. Not long after you left, she became like this. I called the doctor to have a look, and they said it was a cold, but she got an injection, and it's still the same." Lu Hanfan explained, looking at the fat cat. full of worries.

"She's going to be fine." He was a little uneasy, he always felt that the fat cat was so weak that he was going to leave in a second.

Mo Ziqi frowned and didn't say anything, he just lifted the fat cat carefully, stroked her little head, and called her softly: "Meow?"

The fat cat didn't respond, and Mo Ziqi yelled several times in a row, then she opened her eyelids with difficulty, looked at Mo Ziqi in a trance, stretched out her little paw, as if she wanted to say something, but she opened her mouth, Only then did I realize that I didn't even have the strength to scream.

She was very uncomfortable, her whole body was in pain, as if she was going to die.

"Meow..." It's hard...

It took all her strength to yell out, but the voice was so small that she could barely hear it.

"Hey, let's go to the hospital again, we'll be fine." Mo Ziqi comforted her, and signaled Lu Hanfan to go out with his eyes.

The two came out of the hotel and met Xin Furong, Xin Furong seemed to have come to look for them on purpose, seeing them coming out, Mo Ziqi was still hugging a ball of blanket in his arms, his heart jumped in panic.

"Is it Miao Miao..." Xin Furong asked worriedly.

Neither Mo Ziqi nor Lu Hanfan had time to explain to her, so Lu Hanfan went to drive to the entrance of the hotel, and Xin Furong got into the car automatically.

"What's going on? Is Miao Miao sick?"

"It was fine when I came back in the early morning. As soon as Ziqi left, she had a little fever, and instead of eating, she vomited a few times." Lu Hanfan explained while driving.

"Did you see a doctor?" Xin Furong asked.

Lu Hanfan nodded: "The doctor said it's fine, but now she seems to be a little more serious, it can't be..." Lu Hanfan hesitated to speak.