It's been a lot of scrambling.

When the nurse in the pink uniform inserted the needle of the hanging bottle into the blood vessel in the middle of Xiao Yu's forehead, Menghan let out a long breath.

She sat in front of the hospital bed, watching the cold liquid inject into Xiao Yu's small body bit by bit, and her heart couldn't help but tremble again.

Does it hurt? Kid, is it cold? Baby.

Because of the high fever, Xiao Yu's hands and feet were cold.

As the season turned autumn, even though she had covered the child with a slightly thicker sheet, she could still see that the child's skin was showing abnormal dark red.

She hurriedly grabbed Xiao Yu's hand and kept grinding it, trying to make the temperature of the child's hand tend to normal through this method of rubbing and generating heat, but soon, she found that it was in vain for her to do so.

A moment later, she put the child's hand on her face, and the child's hand was still as cold. The guilt in her heart intensified—

I'm sorry, my dear child, forgive Mom for not taking good care of you during this time, and if I hadn't been so busy, maybe you wouldn't have been sick. If my mother had found out that my grandparents were so busy in the morning, she would not have entrusted you to their care, and perhaps by my side, you would not have been sick and painful.

If it could be replaced, Mom would like to be lying in bed and sick with me, not you.

Time flows like an hourglass.

That night, Ziyu sent their mother and son to the hospital, and after settling them, they went back to the martial arts training center.

As of today, Xiao Yu has been hospitalized for 3 days, and his body temperature is still high and low, and he can't tend to a normal state.

Helpless! A pathetic helplessness welled up in his chest.

This is the first time she has broken down after so many years of accompanying Xiao Yu. If there was someone by her side at this moment, whether it was Xia Hanshan, Ji Cuilan, or one of her brothers and sisters-in-law, she would not be so helpless.

The sunlight shines through the window, casting a slanting light and shadow on the head of the bed, reflecting the child's sleeping little face, almost quiet, just like his usual sleeping appearance. At that moment, she almost had a delusion, that is, her Xiao Yu recovered.

However, listening to the sound of the child's breathing, it was strangely short, she stepped forward, sat down on the edge of the bed, stretched out her hand and probed the child's forehead, hot!

Her hand slid limply down the child's face, her fingertips stained with something hot and sticky, and she took it up to look at it, trying to suppress the screams she came out of her throat, blood!

She saw a stream of black and red blood coming out of her son's nostrils, one drop of blood falling onto the sheets, and then a second drop.

She hurriedly straightened the child's body so that his face was facing up and his head was slightly tilted back.

Teaching in a primary school, she has a lot of contact with children, and she usually does this when she encounters nosebleeds from students in her class, which is quite effective and will stop the bleeding soon. Nosebleeds in children are generally caused by eating too much hot food.

It's just that since the beginning of spring this year, the number of nosebleeds in Xiaoyu seems to be a little more frequent.

The doctor who was patrolling the ward entered the room again, followed by two young nurses, holding small white plates with some medical utensils on them.

He placed the earplugs of the stethoscope on his ears, picked up the chest piece and moved it back and forth between Xiao Yu's chest and abdomen, frowning slightly. His gaze moved upwards to touch the little blood stain left on Xiao Yu's nostrils. His face grew serious.

"This kid has a nosebleed?" He turned to Menghan.

"Yes, it just flowed and was wiped off by me." Menghan hurriedly replied, rubbing her hands uneasily.

"Do you usually flow? Nosebleed! The young doctor continued to ask.

"It usually flows, but since the beginning of spring this year, it's quite often." Menghan is a little strange, is the fever related to nosebleeds?

"Did you bring the electronic thermostat?" The doctor didn't ask any more, and he turned to the nurse behind him.

"Brought." The tall, thin nurse hurriedly took out the electronic thermostat from the white plate in her hand and handed it to the doctor.

He held the electronic thermostat above Xiao Yu's forehead, pressed the button, and then glanced at the numbers on the small screen, his brows furrowed, and he handed the thermostat to Meng Han.

"The situation is not optimistic." The young doctor said, "Let's get some blood!" ”

The shorter female nurse behind her stepped forward and completed the task.

Xu is needle prick pain and stimulation, Xiao Yu woke up, he looked around blankly, his face showed timidity, his big eyes were spinning, looking for his mother's figure in the room, he finally saw her, he shouted: "Mom, Mom, I'm afraid." ”

"Don't be afraid, Xiao Yu, mom is here!" Menghan hurriedly stepped forward and hugged his son, "Doctor, this bottle has been hanging for two days, why is my son's fever still slow to go down?" ”

"The situation is not optimistic, so we just drew a blood draw for him."

"Then, when will the blood test results come out."

"After lunch, I can go to the door of the laboratory and pick up the test sheet." The doctor glanced thoughtfully at Xiao Yu on the bed, and sighed softly, "You are the mother of the child?" ”

"Yes." Menghan replied.

"Then smoke one, too!"

"Why draw my blood! I'm not sick! Menghan screamed, and then she realized that she was a little stupid.

"This child has a high fever for several days, and it still does not go away, and he has symptoms of nosebleeds, I am afraid that it is other diseases. We can't do normal treatment. Your blood is drawn together to save time for later diagnosis and treatment. The doctor asked, "Is the child's father here?" Why haven't I seen him come to the hospital to visit the child in the past few days. ”

"I'm divorced, doctor." Two unsatisfactory marriages in a row gave Menghan a headache, and she didn't want to go into details, so she replied softly.

"Oh." The doctor glanced at Menghan, "Then let's settle the child first!" ”

The short female nurse finished drawing blood for Menghan, and a group of medical staff left the ward one after another.

Menghan sat down on the edge of Xiao Yu's bed, she spread out her palms and buried her face in her palms, and the feeling of helplessness became stronger.

A small hand touched her face, she raised her head, it was Xiao Yu, the child had left the bed, kneeling beside her, snuggling up to her.

"Mom, what's wrong with you! If there is anything unhappy, say it and make Xiao Yu happy. He played with his usual little humor, deliberately imitating the tone of her usual speech, trying to make his mother laugh.

"Oh, Mom isn't unhappy." She hugged Xiao Yu, brushing the child's soft hair with her palm, the short hair with a slight millet color, "Xiao Yu obediently, lie down and rest, and my mother will tell you a story." ”

"I'm going to listen to The Lord of the Rings, Mom, can you tell me the story of The Lord of the Rings?" The child cried out, his childish voice full of joy.

"The Lord of the Rings", well, fortunately, she has seen this film, so she told the child about the thrilling plot in the story......

Time flows quietly beside you like a river. Menghan's heart is tormented in every way.

At more than three o'clock in the afternoon, Menghan saw Xiao Yu fall asleep, so she went to the computer at the door of the laboratory and exported the blood test report of herself and her child.

"Acute lymphoid leukemia!" The young doctor said, "Unfortunately, your blood type does not match the child, otherwise, use your bone marrow blood to give your child a bone marrow transplant, and take protective measures in the later stage, and the child's disease can be completely cured in the short term." ”

A crack cracked under her feet, and Menghan fell into it, sinking rapidly, and the light closed on her head. Menghan knew that as long as Xiao Yu was still in the hospital bed for a day, she would be in this darkness forever.

She held on to the corner of the doctor's desk and took a deep breath, believing that her face looked rather pale now, and she tried to restrain the feeling of dizziness: "Doctor, what blood type did you just say my child is?" What is panda blood type? ”

The doctor swallowed: "Panda blood type is an extremely rare blood type. Your son's blood type is RH-negative blood, which is a very rare type of blood, so it is called panda blood. At present, it is difficult to find a matching bone marrow blood donor, unless ......"

"Unless what?" Menghan asked anxiously.

"Unless the child's father or parents have a family member of the same blood type, that's easier. The heritability of this blood type is quite high. The young doctor paused, "Where is the child's father?" Go get him here, let him come to the hospital, and have his blood drawn? Perhaps, his blood type matches the child's. Then, let him donate bone marrow blood, and the probability of cure is quite high. ”

"The father of the child." Menghan snorted.

"Yes, the child's father will come to the hospital once, the time is urgent, if the bone marrow transplant can be carried out in the short term, and the chemotherapy in the later stage can keep up, the child's disease will be cured soon."

Then, it's time to be honest with Ziyu, tell him the true identity of the child, tell him that his biological son is seriously ill at the moment and urgently needs him to donate bone marrow and blood, and tell him the truth-

For Ziyu, it may not be difficult to accept this fact.

But how would his conservative father react once he learned that Xiao Yu was their descendant?

She pressed her head, not daring to think about it anymore—

The hand that wanted to go to the handbag to flip through the phone hesitated.