The atmosphere in the ward suddenly became tense, and the air was full of gunpowder, as if there would be an explosion in the next second.

"Dad, mom, you..."

The cold words Mo see the situation is not right, timidly want to persuade.

But without waiting for him to finish, he was cold Shaoheng.

"Shut up

Leng Shaoheng roared angrily. His eyes were covered with blood, which looked terrible.

Leng Yanmo had never seen Leng Shaoheng make such a big fire before. He was yelled and shivered.

In an instant, tears were scared out and I felt very wronged.

Seeing that Leng Yanmo is scared to cry, Shen Qingqing spreads her anger on Leng Shaoheng.

"What are you doing to the child?"

Having said that, Shen Qingqing sat up quickly and took out several paper towels to help lengyanmo wipe his tears.

"What are you aiming at me for? Why are you angry with the children?"

"I'm still here. You yell at him like this. If I'm not here, I don't know how you can beat him and abuse him!"

Shen Qingqing wipes tears at Leng Yanmo and aims at Leng Shaoheng.

"Apologize to Mo Mo!" Shen Qingqing glared at Leng Shaoheng, "look at you, do you look like a father! Our quarrel is a quarrel. Don't take it out on the children! "

Leng Shaoheng looks at the cold words with tears and tears, and feels a headache.

Knowing that he has provoked Shen Qingqing into a fury, there will be no good result in continuing the stalemate, so he has to suppress his surging emotions and anger.

I'm sorry

Leng Yanmo knows that according to Leng Shaoheng's temperament, it is Shen Qingqing's face that he can apologize to him.

"It doesn't matter. I don't blame dad. I'm just afraid of your quarrel." Cold words Mo sobbed, forced to hold back tears.

Just now they talked like that. He was very scared and uncomfortable.

Cold Shaoheng's vision skips, seem to see what, the Mou son suddenly shrinks.

"Don't move!"

Leng Shaoheng grabs Shen Qingqing's wrist with some strength.

Shen Qingqing refused to let him move and struggled.

"Don't move, the needle is rolling!" Leng Shaoheng frowned, one hand holding Shen Qingqing's wrist, one hand pressing the bedside bell.

At this time, Shen Qingqing noticed that the back of her hand, which had been pricked with needles, was bulging with a big bag, and the blood had returned.

See, this is honest.

The nurse came in quickly, pulled out the needle and put the other hand in again.

"Be careful, and try not to move the needles." The nurse carefully told the way, aware of the atmosphere of the ward is not right.

"Her hand rolled the needle. Look at the size of the bag. If you go down, it should be bruised. You can cut some potato chips, thin ones and cover them on the back of your hand. It will reduce the swelling faster, and it won't be easy to leave bruises."

"Well." Leng Shaoheng nodded.

After the nurse left, she looked at the bulging bag on the back of Shen Qingqing's hand and felt very sad.

"It must be very painful. It's all my fault. My mother wiped my tears to make it so."

The little guy felt guilty.

"It's OK. Mom doesn't hurt. It's mom and dad." Shen Qingqing comforted.

Leng Shaoheng didn't speak. He just went to the kitchen. It happened that there were potatoes in the dish the servant bought today.

The doctor said that Shen Qingqing had to be infused with liquid for at least three days in the hospital. Leng Shaoheng was afraid that she could not get used to the food in the hospital, so he ordered the Taoist kitchen helper to cook in the hospital these days.

What's more, Mr. Leng's situation is unstable, and he may need to be hospitalized.

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