Stepmother from 1970: Uncle holds her in his arms and dotes on her day and night

Arrive at the city hospital.

After a series of examinations by doctors.

Yan Jingqiu suffered a fracture in her right foot, some scratches of varying degrees on her forehead, face and arms, and many bruises on her body from collisions.

Lin Xiaoyun suffered a fracture in her left hand, and other wounds were in similar locations to hers.

The two little girls were placed in the same ward.

While the nurse was cleaning the wound on her hand, Lin Xiaoyun screamed in pain, while Yan Jingqiu frowned and endured the pain.

Yan Zhengting felt a little distressed about this. He reached out and touched his daughter's head soothingly, just like he usually comforted his son.

Wait until the nurse leaves.

Looking at Yan Jingqiu's red eyes, he asked with concern: "Is it still painful?"

"Well, it hurts..." Yan Jingqiu whimpered.

Originally, she was fine, but when her father asked her, she suddenly seemed to become fragile.

The tears in her eyes kept pouring out and she couldn't stop them.

It hurts to see my daughter crying so much.

Yan Zhengting reached into his pocket and took out a White Rabbit toffee.

Although some were wet from the rain, after peeling off the candy wrapper, the inside was still intact.

He handed the peeled toffee to Yan Jingqiu's mouth, "Eat a candy, I confiscated this from your brother."

In the morning, Yan Qinbei, a child, secretly took a toffee on the coffee table. Just as he was about to eat it, Yan Zhengting caught him.

The final result is, of course, confiscation.

At that time, Yan Zhengting took it and put it in his pocket. Unexpectedly, it would come in handy now.

Being coaxed by her father like a three-year-old child, Yan Jingqiu suddenly burst into laughter, and all the sadness in her heart disappeared.

The toffee was so sweet in her mouth that she could almost imagine how pitiful her brother looked after his candy was confiscated.

"Dad, is Xiaobei crying?"

"Well, your Aunt Qian should compensate him with a small biscuit."

Here, the Yan family's father and daughter have a warm scene.

On the other side, the Lin family's father and daughter entered mutual harm mode.

"Dad, where is my candy?"

Lin Xiaoyun watched her good sisters eat sweets and stretched out her uninjured hand in front of her old father.

"No." Comrade Lao Lin looked at his daughter's energetic appearance and said unceremoniously: "Are you and Jingqiu the same? From your current state, it doesn't look like you need to eat sweets."

Kissing a daughter is just for harm.

"Dad, am I your biological child?"

"It's a pity, it really is." Comrade Lao Lin nodded, with a look of regret on his face.

Lin Xiaoyun: "..."

Just as she was about to say something, a nurse came into the ward to give her and Yan Jingqiu infusions.

After adjusting the speed of the bottle, the nurse left.

The two little girls were wearing plasters and leaning on the hospital bed for infusion.

Yan Jingqiu leaned quietly against the bedside, while Lin Xiaoyun on the other bed was still active, her mouth never stopped from the moment the nurse left the ward.

One moment she was chatting with her father, and the next moment she turned around and joked with Yan Jingqiu, as if she was not the one who experienced life and death in the morning, and she mainly maintained an optimistic and positive attitude towards life.

Yan Jingqiu would occasionally be amused by her. She was used to the liveliness of her little sisters, and she wouldn't be used to it when they became quiet one day.

Comrade Lao Lin, on the other hand, felt that his daughter was too noisy. He shook his head helplessly, "My daughter, why are you chattering like a sparrow? Can't you take a break? I feel tired for you. Look at her. Jingqiu is so gentle."

As expected, he is his biological father, and he is not polite at all when he complains about his biological daughter.

Listening to what Lao Lin said, Lin Xiaoyun was not angry that he compared herself with her little sisters.

She looked at her father with a smile and retorted: "Dad! I was almost buried today. After escaping from death, of course I have to say more. I not only want to say I want to say more..."

If you don’t talk about it while you’re alive, why don’t you talk about it after you’re dead?

Lin Xiaoyun now truly understands the preciousness of life.

Comrade Lao Lin actually felt that there was some truth to his daughter's absurd reasoning.

He nodded, "You're right, you're thirsty after talking for so long, right? I'll get you some water."

He picked up the kettle next to the bed and walked towards the door.

Speaking of water, Yan Zhengting remembered something and stopped him.

"I'll go."

"Row."

Yan Zhengting took the boiled water bottle, picked it up and walked out of the ward.

After filling a bottle of boiling water, he saw that there was no one in the water room, so he took out two small bottles of spiritual spring water from his pocket.

One bottle was life-saving water, and the other was water that could cure all diseases. He poured the whole bottle of water that could cure all diseases into it.

Before going out, Qian Yiman ran back to the room and put it in a small bottle for him to take secretly, saying that it was for emergencies.

There were many people on the mountain before, and there were two children who didn't seem to have any big problems, so I didn't take it out.

Now, quietly mix it into the boiled water bottle and let the two children drink more, which will help the recovery of the wound.

Yan Zhengting put the empty bottle back into his pocket and returned to the ward with the boiled water bottle.