My Husband, Warm The Bed

"Brother, what happened to you?" Jian Ran anxiously patted Xiao Qinghe's face, and discovered that he was having a fever.

Xiao Qinghe's forehead, face, and body... The fact that the temperature was so high that it could burn one's hand startled Jian Ran.

"Dad, I'm useless ??" It's my fault... "I can't save him ??" In a daze, Xiao Qinghe sobbed and said a few words intermittently.

"Brother, what are you talking about?" Jian Ran lifted his leg, allowing him to lie down flat on the sofa, "Brother, don't be afraid, I'll get the doctor to come here immediately for you to see."

It's said that sickness is like a landslide. No matter how healthy you are normally, as long as you are sick, you won't be able to get up.

Jian Ran hurriedly called her family's doctor to help Xiao Qinghe check the situation.

When the doctor arrived, he checked Xiao Qinghe's body temperature and immediately decided to give him an injection.

Because Xiao Qinghe's sickness was too sudden and too fierce, even a needle prick could only temporarily alleviate Xiao Qinghe's condition, and it did not have much effect.

After finishing the injection, the doctor immediately gave Xiao Qinghe a needle.

"Doctor, how is my brother?" Jian Ran asked anxiously.

The doctor said, "Mr Xiao was suffering from depression and could not release his anger. He fell ill at once."

Jian Ran asked: "Then will he have a big problem?"

The doctor said soothingly, "Don't worry, ma'am, the problem won't be too serious. I'll give him a couple of IV needles, and when he wakes up, he'll be in much better shape. As for the situation in your heart, it's up to you to advise him. "

Jian Ran wanted to ask the doctor what kind of situation he was in, but when she thought about it, this doctor really didn't know what was wrong with his mind.

This brother of hers was a famous master of psychology. Unfortunately, whether it was the body or the mind, doctors could only cure others, not themselves.

Jian Ran did not know what was going on with her brother either.

When Xiao Qinghe hung the hanging needle, Jian Ran had always been by his side, staring at him with her big, watery eyes.

"Brother, what happened to you?" If you have something on your mind, just say it. You can't tell others, but you can't tell your sister me? "

She was his blood sister, the closest and dearest person he had in this world. He should find her for some matters.

"Dad, I'm sorry ??" I'm sorry... "Sorry ??" Faintly, Xiao Qinghe called out for his father as tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

It was said that men did not shed tears easily. In the past, let alone Jian Ran, she had never seen his miserable state, let alone her tears.

In front of her, Xiao Qinghe maintained his tall and handsome appearance.

He often said that he was the elder brother. In front of the younger sister, he must maintain the demeanor that the elder brother should have and must not leave a bad impression on the younger sister.

Therefore, whenever Jian Ran saw Xiao Qinghe, he would always be in high spirits, as if everything was within his grasp.

Today, not only did Xiao Qinghe not maintain his previous appearance, he was even crying while in a daze.

Xiao Qinghe was always in a confused state, saying those words back and forth.

Jian Ran grabbed Xiao Qinghe's hand: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Their father had passed away for so many years, they had already set aside the worries in their hearts. Jian Ran did not know why she suddenly missed his father so much.

"Dad, I'm sorry ??" I can't save you... "I can't save him ??" Xiao Qinghe said with a pained expression.

"Brother ??" Jian Ran really wanted to give him a slap and wake him up.

"Dad, run, run ??" Then run... Qin Yue... "Go away ??" The more Xiao Qinghe said, the softer he became. The last few words were like the chirping of mosquitoes, which Jian Ran couldn't hear clearly.

She guessed that her brother must be having a nightmare.

He might have dreamed of his father, whom he had not seen for years.

When he thought of how his father had left him and never returned, leaving him alone in this world, he felt that he had been able to persevere through all these years.

Jian Ran did not speak further, she only clenched Xiao Qinghe's hand tightly. Using their actions, they told him that they no longer had parents, but that he still had her little sister.

No matter what happened, as long as he needed her, she would definitely be by his side, just like she was today.

At five in the afternoon, Xiao Ranran returned on time from kindergarten. Upon hearing Aunt Xiang Xiu say that Uncle had come back to visit again, Xiao Ranran became so excited that she skipped up the stairs herself.

"Uncle!" She pushed open the door to the guest room and stuck her head out to see what her uncle was doing.

"baby is back." Jian Ran turned her head and smiled at Xiao Ranran.

"Mommy, is Uncle sick?" Xiao Ranran walked over and rushed into his mother's embrace, pouting her small mouth in heartache.

"Uncle is sick, but he'll be fine soon." Jian Ran carried Xiao Ranran and pinched her cheeks, "Of course, if uncle is here to accompany you, he will recover even faster."

"Mother, of course I'll help Uncle Huhu, but Uncle Huhu won't hurt." In Xiao Ranran's heart, the Great Art of Huhu was the most effective spiritual medicine. No matter what kind of illness it was, it would only take a whoosh for it to heal.

"Great!" That would definitely help Uncle wake up. " Jian Ran placed Xiao Ranran beside him, paying particular attention to avoid him touching the bottle as well.

Xiao Ranran bent over and breathed a few breaths into Xiao Qinghe's hand which was holding the needle, then blinked her beautiful big eyes and observed Xiao Qinghe's reaction.

"Xiao Ranran..." Xiao Qinghe opened her eyes and gave Xiao Ranran a weak smile, "baby, Uncle doesn't have the strength to hug you again today.

Xiao Ranran asked in a childish voice, "Uncle, will it still hurt?"

Xiao Qinghe shook his head. "Of course I'll help Uncle Huhu, so Uncle won't hurt you."

When he exchanged for the second bottle, Xiao Qinghe woke up. However, he was not at peace with himself, and did not know whether he should let Jian Ran know about her father's matter.

Originally, he wanted to pretend to be asleep, but he could not bear to see the disappointment in Xiao Ranran's eyes, so he woke up.

Jian Ran also knew that he had woken up a long time ago, and he was not willing to speak.

"Of course, I'll help Uncle Huhu again!" Hmm, but after hearing her uncle say 'whooshing', it no longer hurt anymore. Xiao Ranran felt that she had helped a lot and waved her hands happily.

Xiao Qinghe raised the other hand that didn't have a needle pricking it, and lightly rubbed Xiao Ranran's head.

If he insisted on seeking Qin Yue to take revenge for his father, then Xiao Ranran would definitely know that the father that she worshipped the most was a murderer.

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