Chapter 71

Lingjue stood still, smiling at twilight Xueling.

"Husband, what's the result of xiaojue's examination today?" Mu Xueling put chicken soup on the table and blew her fingers. It was a bit hot.

Ling Zhensheng goes over, grabs her hand tenderly and kneads it gently. "The doctor said that the situation is not optimistic, and the success rate of the operation is only 30%, and it is possible to change a heart lung when all kinds of resources are appropriate."

"Ah? So serious! " The sadness on Mu Xueling's face raised her eyes and looked at Ling Zhensheng with tears. Her voice choked, "husband, I didn't teach my children well. Think they are just playing in private, who knows - Wuwu, actually hurt xiaojue. It's all my fault. I'll ask them to come down and apologize to xiaojue. " Said to go upstairs.

Ling Zhensheng grabs her quickly, but she has no choice. "Wife, it's OK. The children are sleeping. This one of xiaojue's is also his poor health. Some children are playing too much... "

Bang!

They were talking hand in hand, but they heard a loud noise.

Ling Jue reached back and looked at the vase on the ground. She frowned. "How could it not be placed stably?"

“……” Mu Xueling looks at the vase that she just put on today and turns it into pieces. There's a shadow in her eyes.

This is what she spent tens of thousands of yuan to buy from the auction house. It has blue and white porcelain lines on it. It's so beautiful that it's actually broken by this little bitch!

"Xiaojue, why are you so careless!" Ling Zhensheng saw his innocent face and looked at him reproachfully. "OK, drink it and go to sleep. Your aunt will clean up here. You child... "

Mu Xueling bears the anger, sees the debris on the ground, wants to kill Ling Jue's heart.

But when Ling Zhensheng looked at himself, he pulled out a kind smile. "Xiaojue, it's OK, it's just a vase. Come on, drink this bowl of chicken soup and go to have a rest. You're tired."

"Sir, there's a bad smell in it. It's very smelly. Whoa, tangyuan is going to vomit. "

Tangyuan just jumped out and thought it was real chicken soup. I want to taste it.

But as soon as he got to the bowl, he started screaming and came back quickly. "Sir, you can't drink it. After you drink it, you will definitely spit blood at night, just like last time."

Lingjue walked over and chuckled, "Dad, shall we have a drink together? You have been busy for xiaojue. The soup made by my aunt must have been prepared for you. "

"No, xiaojue, this is for you. Your father has high blood pressure recently..."

"Xueling, it's OK. I'll drink a bowl with xiaojue. He hasn't called me dad for a long time."

Ling Zhensheng happily looks at Ling Jue and walks over. "Xiao Jue still thinks about her father now, which makes him happy."

"Dad, I'll serve you a bowl."

"Good boy."

“……”

Twilight Xueling is in a hurry. The dosage is not small this time. She is afraid that the boy will not die, so she increases the dosage. She wants to make use of her warmth to let him drink. Who knows that he should give it to her husband? What should I do.

"Don't you want to drink, sir?" Tang Yuan squatted on her shoulder and watched her make a big bowl. "If you drink this, Tang Yuan will have to sacrifice his life to save you."

"If you don't, give it to Ling Zhensheng." Lingjue looked at the full bowl of chicken soup with a hook in the corner of her mouth. "However, twilight Xueling should be able to do damage. I was wondering whether she lost or I lost the bet."

"What do you mean? Why don't Tangyuan understand? " Tangyuan's big eyes blinked.