"Child, what's wrong, is there anything else uncomfortable? Isn't it painful there, tell sù Niang. Child. Zi'er, go and ask for a doctor, go quickly! The woman saw Lan Xiting sitting on the bed, staring at herself motionless but not saying a word. Then he hurriedly shouted.

The lady in front of Lan Xiting went from being shocked when she entered the room, to being overjoyed, to having a loving face. She's the mother of this identity, right? Because Lan Xiting, who has no mother since she was a child, finally couldn't help but want to reach out to help her smooth her frowning brows, the woman in front of her doesn't seem to be very old next year, at most 40 years old, but the black straight hair has a lot of white hair.

"Mother, you, are you a mother?" Because there was a voice from the bottom of my heart, warning myself not to hurt the woman in front of me again. Lan Xiting couldn't help but blurt out and said lightly at the woman.

"Uh-huh, good boy, I'm a mother. She finally came back to life. Woo woo...... "The woman hurriedly burst into tears and tightly locked Lan Xiting into her arms. As if afraid that Lan Xiting would disappear in the next moment.

It turns out that this is the feeling in my mother's arms. Lan Xiting finally realized the feeling of motherly love. Even if she wasn't really her own biological mother. But she exudes all the motherly love.

"Ting'er, are you hungry? Is it okay for my mother to cook Ling's favorite melon porridge? Holding the thin vicissitudes of her beloved daughter, the woman hurriedly let go of her reluctant embrace and hurriedly asked.

"Good. Thank you, mother. Lan Xiting's lips hooked and debuted.

"Silly boy. Waiting, my mother will go to make your favorite melon porridge. Don't talk too much yet, wait for the porridge to come. Wait for my mother to come back. The woman hurriedly stroked Lan Xiting's pale cheeks and said with a smile.

"Lu'er, take good care of Miss, you know?" The woman asked Lan Xiting to be placed gently, and then hurriedly left the room after Chong Lu'er gave instructions.

"Yes." Lu'er is on the side of the scalp slightly, and the right hand is pressed on the left hand.

"Madame, Madame, the doctor is here. The doctor is here...... Madam. As soon as the woman went out of the door, as soon as the door closed, she heard a hurried step, with a pleasant and refreshing female voice, into the ears of Lan Xiting in the room.

Then the woman's loving and careful words sounded: "Zi'er, take the doctor in to see the young lady first." I'll go cook porridge first. Take good care of Miss. You know? ”

"Ma'am. Slave go cook! Madame went in to accompany the young lady. The pleasant and refreshing female voice hurriedly replied with a smile.

"No, Ting'er hasn't tasted the melon porridge cooked by her mother for a long time, and I want to cook it myself. You ask the doctor to check the young lady's body first. Just go! Madame's loving voice came into Lan Xiting's ears again.

There is a steady presence in these loving words, and there are strong words of maternal love in them. If you don't feel it, you can't feel this pampering feeling.

"Yes, ma'am." The refreshing female voice laughed back again,

……

Soon, the doctor helped Lan Xiting take the pulse. He explained to the two behind him: "The ground is easy to make your young lady cold. You can't get out of bed and move. You should also pay more attention to your young lady's diet, and recently you have made something lighter, not too greasy. The blood has been vomited, and as long as you slowly adjust your body, you will soon recover as before. ”。

"Okay, thank you, doctor" Lu'er, Zi'er nodded hurriedly and thanked him.

The doctor was not shocked from the moment he came in, but had more incomprehensible expressions. It was as if he already knew she was going to wake up.