"Hmm~"

Ling Yiyin stretched out loudly and muttered to himself.

"It's so lacking in materials. ”

"I want to sleep more. ”

Saying this, Ling Yiyin closed his eyes as a matter of course, and slept until eleven o'clock.

Ling Yiyin was startled when he woke up, and when he looked at the time, he felt a sense of panic and weakness.

Ling Yiyin sat on the bed with a sad expression on his face.

[A lot of time was wasted.] ］

So I thought to myself.

"No, hurry up and get to work. ”

"Huh, why are you so dizzy? ”

Lingyi stood up, and a feeling of dizziness followed, forcing him to fall again.

[Ah, no, why did I get a headache at this time.] ］

[If you don't work hard, you won't be forgiven, you'll be eliminated.] ］

[I, do I still like to create?] This is about to kill my disgust, and the hysteria that I have to do. ］

[Whichever god will, tell me the answer, show me the way, help me.] ］

[Forget it, my head hurts.] ］

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"Xiaoxi, why did you sleep with a high fever?"

"I don't know. ”

Lingyiyin's breath weakly replied to her mother's concern.

"I used to make a lot of delicious food, but I guess you have no appetite now. ”

"Ah, I just feel like I'm going to die, and I don't want to eat anything. ”

"But this bowl of porridge must be eaten well. ”

"I don't want to eat it. ”

Ling Yiyin turned his back to his mother.

"Come, I'll feed you. ”

Ling Yiyin still turned his back to his mother and did not answer.

"Why don't you go to the hospital for an intravenous drip. ”

"Don't want to get shots. ”

"You're a nuisance, kid. ”

"You go, let me be alone. ”

"Then you remember to eat the porridge, I'm leaving. ”

Ling Yiyin wanted to lie down and sleep for a while, but found that he couldn't sleep, his head hurt so much that he couldn't even think.

Smelling the faint aroma of the porridge, her mother's words sounded in her ears, although Ling Yiyin was reluctant in every way, she still swallowed the not very delicious porridge with difficulty.

[Originally, cooking was unpalatable, and they forced me to eat when I was sick.] ］

[It's you.] ］

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[I'm so miserable, am I going to die?] Why are people so fragile, why are they sick, how good it is not to get sick.] ］

[I really want to die, but it's so painful to die, is there any way to die without pain, I'm so scared of taking sleeping pills, and I know that if I can easily die if I eat it, can I still eat it easily?]

[It's so hot, why is it so hot.] ］

[Eh~ It suddenly occurred to me that some other-world travel novels seem to be this routine.,I won't die right away and then cross over.] ］

[It's a bit of a ...... It's so hot, why is it so hot. ］

Ling Yiyin kicked the quilt away and took off everything she could, leaving a pair of underwear because she didn't know if anyone would come in.

"Xiaoxi, I heard that eating ......"

"What's wrong? ”

Mother looked at Ling Xiyin's uncomfortable expression and beads of sweat on her body, and said anxiously.

The mother hurriedly walked over and touched Ling Xiyin's head.

"Why is it so hot? ”

"No, I have to take you to the hospital for an infusion. ”

"Ah, I can't hold it, it's annoying, wait a minute, I'll go next door and call someone to help. ”

Fortunately, there are well-wishers next door, and fortunately, there is a hospital around the community that can infuse fluids, and Lingxiyin's high fever has stabilized slightly.

Ling Yiyin's biological mother, because of the reduced immunity caused by the wind and cold, and she likes to be lively, she can't stay idle at home, so she went outside for a spin.

When I came back, I kept coughing until I coughed up blood, until I went to the hospital for surgery, until I had a brief seeming turnaround, until I died suddenly.

People who know each other have a lot of discussions about this, and the most exclamation is still.

"Why are people so fragile, how can they die all at once? ”

My current mother married my father three years ago, she is very young, only in her twenties, and she is relatively gentle, but she doesn't know much about cooking and housework.

And, by accident or necessity, the young mother seems to have unfortunately lost her fertility.

So there's no such thing as your child, my child, because it's only this one child.

So, although the young mother lives a more casual life, she still cares about her only son.

The young mother didn't have much jealousy about the fact that the child wasn't her own.

Such a harmonious relationship is too ordinary for Ling Yiyin, there is no contradiction at all, and it is clear that such a good script can provide good material.

But because it's already a reality, I have to accept it.

Of course, now Lingyin's brain has been burned to the ground, and he fainted when he was transported to the hospital.

"Xiao Xi, what the hell have you done? Why do you have a fever all the time after sleeping? ”

"Hmm~ ahem. ”

This cough seemed to have become some kind of declaration, and one stone stirred up a thousand waves.

Ling Yiyin couldn't stop coughing, just like his own mother did before she died.

Although the adoptive mother did not know these people at that time, she had lived here for three years and had heard a lot about Lingxiyin's biological mother, especially the misfortune.

"Husband. ”

"Xiyin, it's okay. ”

Father had already hurried over from other places, looked at Ling Xiyin's condition, and asked anxiously.

"I ...... Ahem, ahem, ahem. ”

As soon as Ling Xiyin spoke, he coughed, and he couldn't convey words at all.

"No, you can't stay here, you have to go to a bigger hospital. ”

Ling Xiyin was directly taken to the central hospital by ambulance, and his father kept frowning, because he watched his favorite person being taken away by death little by little.

Ling Xiyin had already coughed and fainted on the way to the hospital, and the last thought on his mind when he woke up was, "I'm not going to cough to death, am I?"

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"Doctor, how's it going?"

"Acute bronchitis is suspected, but further observation is required. ”

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The father hammered his hand against the wall next to the door of Lingyiyin's hospital room, and his angry expression was almost crying.

"Bronchitis, bronchitis, fuck bronchitis, can bronchitis kill people?"

"Last time, too, this time, a bunch of rubbish. ”

"Husband, shh~ be quiet, this is a hospital, don't make a loud noise, drink some water." ”

The father sat down with a shake of his head, clutching his hair with his hands vigorously, and bowed his head with a decadent expression.

"Alas~"

The mother didn't know what to say when she saw this, she was a little sad, and even a little jealous.