At the end of the chapter two days ago, it was said that my daughter had a fever.

Originally, it was just a fever, and the condition was not serious.

The day before yesterday, that is, on the 12th, I returned home after hanging up the water, made up for sleep, and woke up at seven o'clock in the evening, just opened my eyes, and heard my wife and mother crying outside.

It's hard to experience having never experienced that kind of situation.

It's just that when you listen to the cry, you feel like the whole world is going to collapse.

I ran out without my shoes on, and my wife happened to run in, crying and saying that my daughter was not breathing.

My brain blew up, and I didn't even have time to think about why it was just a fever to get this happening.

When I saw my daughter, her lips were purple, really purple, her little face was blue, her whole person was twitching, and her teeth were clenched.

I don't know what the hell happened, it went on for a few minutes, and those few minutes were really the end of the world.

Then call an ambulance and go to the hospital for rescue.

The daughter was unconscious on the road and fell asleep.

When I got to the hospital and had another convulsion, I realized that it was a pediatric convulsion.

That night, I looked up the symptoms related to convulsions in children one night, and I also got a general idea.

The more I learned, the more scared I became, and now I have been busy for two days, and I waited for the bed to be admitted to the hospital yesterday morning.

I haven't slept for two nights in a row, and I don't dare to sleep, I'm really afraid that something will happen. Although the doctor said that the convulsions would not be dangerous, they were still afraid.

The night before yesterday, I went to the hospital near my home, called an ambulance late at night, and transferred to the children's hospital in the city, and I felt like a dream for the past two days.

If you think about it, my father's heart attack surgery is exactly a month away from today.

Fortunately, there are still ten days to go, and 19 years have passed.

New year, new beginnings.

I would like to take the time to explain to you today, and I hope you can understand.

This is also the first time I have broken off writing a book in all these years, but I really don't have the mood to write it, and I can't write a word.

I have to do an electroencephalogram next Tuesday to rule out epilepsy.

In short, everything will be fine.

Today's mood has been much better, update the past two days to try to recover, after all, I still have to rely on this adopted daughter.

It's a bit messy to write, sorry.