Chapter 492

In a long time ago, song Qinghuan had seen the degree of cold resistance, abdominal blackness and shamelessness.

Last night, Shi Yuhan once again refreshed the degree of shame, let her understand that Shi Yuhan's shamelessness and abdominal blackness, is absolutely no lower limit!

Early in the morning, song Qinghuan wakes up with pain all over her body. She looks at the old smallpox with her eyes open. She doesn't want to move.

When Yuhan was not in the room, I didn't know where he had gone.

Turning to the direction of the shaking table, the baby is still quietly in it, seems to be asleep.

So late, the baby should wake up.

Song Qinghuan gets up and puts on his clothes. He goes to the shaker to see the baby. He finds that the baby's face is abnormal.

She couldn't help but be surprised. She reached out and touched the child's face in a panic. This touch made her feel cold.

Of course, it's not that the child is cold. On the contrary, the child is so hot that her hands and feet are cold.

"Baby, baby," Song Qinghuan patted the child's face, the child did not have a hair should be, so high temperature, this is obviously a fever, and burned unconscious.

Song Qinghuan almost lost half of her soul, and her head was buzzing. If she hadn't detected the child's breath, she would have fainted on the spot.

She couldn't even care to change her shoes. She held her child in her slippers and rushed out of the room in a panic. At the same time, she yelled, "when it's cold, when it's cold, where are you? There's something wrong with the baby."

When the cold carrying a bag of food is coming here, see song Qinghuan panic appearance, immediately stride over.

He asked softly, "what's the matter?"

Song Qinghuan was so anxious that he was incoherent: "baby, baby is sick and has a high fever. Take a look. Take a look. What can I do? Find a doctor. There's a doctor... "

"Don't worry. Give me the baby," Shi Yuhan said. He threw the bag on the ground and pressed the baby from Song Qinghuan's hand. "There's a clinic in the village. Let's take the baby to have a look."

Then he walked to the destination with his child in his arms.

Song Qinghuan immediately ran to catch up.

To the clinic door, she quickly rushed in, all the way anxiously calling for help, "doctor, doctor, help!"

The doctor in the clinic is very young, about 30 years old, wearing a pair of glasses. He looks very elegant. Seeing that she looks so flustered, he catches up with her. He reaches for her to take it easy and asks, "what's the matter? What happened? Take your time

"Boy, help the boy. He has a high fever." Song Qinghuan said, pointing to the door.

Just at this time, Yuhan came in quickly with the child in his arms. The doctor's eyes sank and immediately responded. He immediately welcomed the child and took it from shiyuhan.

He held the child in his arms, laid it flat on the bed, and began to examine and treat it.

Song Qinghuan was so shocked that he stood beside him stupefied that he watched the doctor give first aid to the child. Looking at the child's red face, he felt guilty and remorseful.

The rescue process was less than a minute, but for song Qinghuan, it was as long as several centuries.

It was not until the child suddenly opened his eyes and cried out loud that song Qinghuan realized that he had clenched his fists and pinched his nails into his hands.

In this process, Shi Yuhan has been holding her shoulder, hugging her in his arms, silently comforting her.