I walked quickly to my wife's side, took the place of Dr. Fang, and supported her.

After all, other doctors have their own affairs, and my cousin and I are here, so I'm embarrassed to trouble people to help me support my wife.

Dr. Fang also knows me.

She gave her up to me, and she stood by herself, still counting her down.

"Do you still go out to blow the wind? Don't you know that you can't blow the wind like you are now? You have poor resistance now, if you go out to blow the wind, why will you catch a cold?"

"Also, even if you are practicing walking now, you are overdrawing the vitality of your legs! What you have to do now is to lie down in the hospital bed and recuperate!"

"Even if you don't care about your body, you have to think about your children!"

I subconsciously looked at my wife's belly.

The wife's belly was already able to see the slightest hints, and it bulged slightly, like a small dirt slope.

"If you catch the cold, what will happen to your child? Your resistance is almost zero now, and if you are infected with any bacteria or viruses, your child will be bad!"

I noticed that my wife's lips were slightly open, but she didn't make any sound.

I don't know what she's trying to say.

After Dr. Fang finished talking about his wife, he helped his wife wipe the fine sweat off her forehead and check whether her apparent condition was normal.

It seemed that he hadn't relieved his anger yet, and Dr. Fang pointed the finger at me again.

"You said you, a husband, don't even have time to come and take care of your wife?"

"Wives are like this, and they ran out for a walk, you don't know, do you think your husband is qualified?"

"And you will also be the ones who will have children in the future, or so careless, how will you take care of the baby in the future?"

"Yes, yes, Dr. Fang, what you said is. ”

I laughed alongside me, and said vigorously that I would pay attention.

Although in my heart, I think exactly so.

However, Dr. Fang is also well-intentioned, and I can't refute their kindness.

Dr. Fang is a doctor who has just graduated a few years ago, and he seems to be not as old as my wife and me.

But people can become doctors at this age, which means that they still have the ability.

I don't know if I have the ability or not, but when it comes to responsibility, I still see the degree of responsibility of Dr. Fang.

I can't say anything more to such a good person. can only follow her wishes and admit her mistakes one by one.

Dr. Fang was helpless, and watched me send my wife to the ward, and after dropping the sentence "take care of Bai Jie", he went to do other things.

I can only sigh: "Dr. Fang is such a good person!"

"Hmph, Dr. Fang is so beautiful, of course you think he is a good person!"

The wife on the hospital bed pulled the quilt and covered her lower abdomen completely, and her tone was not friendly.

"Look at you, your eyes are about to stick to Dr. Fang!"

I turned around and faced my wife, naturally without a good face.

"What's the matter with you? Doctor Fang is for your own good, what are you doing here?"

"You still talk about me?"

The wife's state is not normal, her pupils are abrupt, and her eyes are very swollen.

"As soon as you come over, you know that you don't love me anymore?"

"Woooooo

Tsk, that's a headache.

What's wrong with my wife now? I couldn't move at every turn, and I started crying when I didn't agree with her.

The crying person is upset and has a headache.

I was supposed to coax my wife, but looking at her like this, I didn't bother to bother with that effort.

After all, I still have to get divorced, and I still have to work hard to coax this ** person who betrayed me?

She thinks beautifully!

I was about to leave the ward, but I didn't expect that a thin figure would move faster than me.

Could it be that my cousin was also impatient with his wife's crying?

Ignoring my wife's scolding behind my back, I also jumped out of the ward directly, and did not forget to close the door before leaving, so as to prevent the noisy noise from coming out of the ward.

I wanted to go to my cousin, but when I turned my head, my cousin didn't know where she had gone.

She was originally thin, and she has been taking care of her wife in the hospital, and here in the hospital, she is also familiar with it.

I didn't know where to look for my cousin, but when I thought about it, I guessed a place.

Fire escapes.

I gently pushed the door open a gap and peered inside.

Sure enough, on the steps at the top of the staircase, a thin figure sits.

Who could it be if this wasn't a cousin?

My cousin kept her head down, and because she had her back to the door, I couldn't see what she was doing.

Could it be that you are preparing the white powder from last time?

Intrigued, I gently pushed open the door to find out.

However, the gate of this fire escape is not only old, but also rubs against the wall at the hinge.

Just a slight push open of an opening that can accommodate oneself, and there is an old and piercing grinding sound.

My cousin was so frightened that she subconsciously wanted to run away.

Naturally, I couldn't pay attention to her.

I was prepared, and when the door made a sound that could disturb my cousin, I rushed out as soon as possible and rushed straight to my cousin.

My cousin hesitated a little before she got up and wanted to run away.

But it was precisely because of this hesitation that I had a chance.

I grabbed my cousin's arm, which was so thin that the tips of my fingers could even touch my own wrist.

And my cousin's arms were hard - not much flesh, almost to the touch of bone.

My cousin stood up and wanted to rush out and escape, but when I pulled her like this, not only did she not stand firmly, but even the things she was holding in her arms in a hurry were all scattered.

I thought it would be white powder spilled all over the floor, or what it was like a pill.

But what I didn't expect was that what was scattered out was-

Bread?!

It was the kind of vacuum-packed loaf of bread that had been opened and had fallen to the ground before it had even taken two bites.

That kind of small bread, I know, is a snack that my wife stuffs in the bedside table, and it is bought by my mother-in-law to fill my wife's stomach.

The patient's appetite is always bad, and so is the wife, who often does not have a fixed point for three meals.

What if you don't have anything to eat when you're hungry?

The wife's mouth is very picky, and the mother-in-law bought the first batch of small bread, but the wife said that she couldn't swallow it.

Because the mother-in-law bought the kind of food that was in the small stall, irregular.

Not even the kind that has a production date indicated.

Later, I bought the good bread, and the original piece of bread was stuffed into the bedside table.

How could it be now, in the hands of my cousin?