Chapter 29 Feng Baorong in a coma

"Mommy, Mommy, don't lock me up, I'm scared. Mom, Mommy. A young child was locked up in a small dark room, crying and banging on the locked wooden door.

"Lock him up for three days, and he won't be allowed to eat." A cold voice came.

"Yes." The woman chimed in.

"Mommy, Mommy." “

Da Rongzi, you see, this is the human organ I painted - the brain. This is the temporal lobe, which dominates the body's sense of smell; This is the auditory liaison zone that dominates our hearing; This is the occipital lobe, this is the visual liaison area, which dominates our vision; This is ......" As he spoke, Chu Xinran cried, and turned two pages anxiously, Chu Xinran pointed to the painting book, "This, this is the hippocampus I painted, you see, it doesn't look like a seahorse, it is mainly responsible for our memory and learning." Some researchers have found that the more sleep a child has, the larger the volume of the hippocampus in his brain related to memory and emotion, and the better the brain will develop. Did you know that getting bigger in the hippocampus can reduce our risk of depression and Alzheimer's disease, so I allow you to sleep well now, but Da Rongzi, you're an adult, right, you're no longer a child, you have to wake up on your own and get up on your own, you know? Tears flowed down her cheeks.

"Mom, I must be obedient, I will never make you angry again, Mom, Mom, don't ignore me. Mom, Mommy. No matter how much the little boy chased after him, the woman in front of him did not look back at him.

"I don't go to the little black house, I don't go to the little black house, don't pull me. Mom~"

"What, you're in love?" A woman said coldly.

"I ...... I...... I just like her. ”

"No."

The boy pulled his fingers nervously, he didn't dare to look at the woman in front of him, this woman named "Mom".

Memories of childhood keep coming back, no joy, only sadness, and the experience of being locked up in a small black room again and again.

Since being found by the river and sent to the hospital, Feng Baorong has been in a coma for two days and two nights, and the high fever has not subsided, and only Sister Fang came to visit the family.

At Feng Baorong's bedside, Sister Fang sat quietly, looking at him like in a daze. After a while, Sister Fang took out a yellowed square towel with some tattered corners, and then took water to wipe Feng Baorong's face, neck and hands.

"Who are you?" Seeing that the stranger was wiping Feng Baorong, Chu Xinran was puzzled.

"I'm the housekeeper of the Feng Mansion, it's okay for you to call me Sister Fang." Sister Fang slowly put away the scarf.

"I'm leaving, and Bao Rong will be handed over to you."

"Oh, oh." Chu Xinran didn't have time to react.

When Sister Fang walked by, Chu Xinran seemed to see tears in the corners of Sister Fang's eyes.

Feng Zhai? Da Rongzi is the young master of a rich family, the rich second generation? Surprised.

"Da Rongzi, it seems that you are not honest enough with me, when you wake up, I will clean you up, you know, hum."

On the way to the hospital, Chu Yan told the other two about Yang Zhiyi's death.

When Zhuang Xueyi heard the news of Yang Zhiyi's death, there was a "buzz" in her head, and her eyes suddenly darkened.

Yang Zhiyi is dead, what should Youlan do? Lan~

"Eh~ beauty, be careful." A man "helped" her from behind. It's not so much "helping" as hugging her.

was hugged by a strange man, Zhuang Xue reflexively pushed him away. Due to her excessive strength, Zhuang Xueyi fell into the rice field with the man, and her mobile phone was also damaged.

"Hello, I'm Chu Yan, from the Department of History, what about you?" The cheerful boy kindly stretched out his slender right hand.

"Hello, I'm Feng Baorong, in charge." At that moment, it was very warm, very happy, and there was no baggage.