You Wanqing was anxious to go out to find a doctor with You Xiaohe in her arms, but she turned around and didn't take two steps and felt stupid, turned back and put Xiaohe back on the hospital bed lightly, and pressed the pager at the bedside.

At the same time, Shang Moqian also packed his meal and came back, he met Yu Xiuqin in the elevator, and without waiting to call her, Yu Xiuqin walked away quickly, not paying much attention, Shang Moqian just walked to the door of the ward and heard the sound of the pager from inside.

Suddenly pushing open the door of the ward, Shang Moqian saw You Wanqing who was silently wiping away tears, and You Xiaohe curled up on the hospital bed with a paler face.

"What's going on?" Shang Moqian put the boxed lunch in his hand on the table.

walked to the two of them, first grabbed You Wanqing's shoulders and wiped away the tears that were not wiped clean for her, and the other hand first reached into his clothes and put it on his belly to warm up for a few seconds, and then leaned over to touch You Xiaohe's forehead.

"Why is it still hot?" was also shocked in his heart, Shang Moqian said.

Anxious to get angry, You Wanqing's voice was a little hoarse when she spoke again, "I don't know ......"

You Xiaohe on the hospital bed curled up his calves, holding his arms with both hands, and looked up at Shang Moqian with difficulty.

"Dad, Xiaohe is cold and hot, uncomfortable ......"

Shang Moqian's brows furrowed, wanting to hug her but fearing that he would hurt her again, turned his head and walked towards the door.

"I'll call a doctor." As soon as Shang Moqian turned around, five or six doctors rushed in outside the door, led by the older ones in the morning.

He went straight to You Xiaohe's hospital bed, and when he saw her appearance, he panicked, turned around and ordered the assistant behind him to prepare to draw blood.

You Wanqing frowned, if it weren't for Shang Moqian who had already rushed over to stop the doctor, Xiaohe was not afraid of anything since he was a child, he was afraid of pain.

"Doctor, isn't it just a common cold, what are you doing with blood?" was stopped by Shang Moqian, You Wanqing couldn't get by, so he could only open his mouth to ask.

Tied Xiaohe's forearm, slowly drew a little blood, handed the blood sample in the test tube to the assistant for testing, and the doctor took off his mask and looked at You Wanqing, and said.

"Mrs. Shang, my daughter is afraid that she is a little anemic, and she will have to wait until the test is out, and it may be accompanied by mild pneumonia."

You Wanqing didn't listen to anything at the moment, broke free from Shang Moqian's arms and sat next to You Xiaohe, and held down the eye of the needle that drew her blood instead of the nurse.

I didn't have much strength, and I was a little confused with a fever, and You Xiaohe didn't cry when she was drawn blood, but her face was still pale.

Shang Moqian nodded at the doctor, although he was very distressed in his heart, but he couldn't mess up.

You Wanqing saw that Xiaohe was not energetic, and reluctantly showed a smile to tease her, "Mom bought oranges, do you want to peel some for you to eat?" “

Xiaohe shook her head obediently, just now she was afraid that You Wanqing would be sad and couldn't hold back her crying, but at this moment, the corners of her mouth were pulling down and she was holding back a lot of energy, afraid that she would cry out as soon as she spoke.

"Then mom will tell you a story, the story of a pretty little girl in the forest......"

You Xiaohe frowned, her eyes were full of tears, and her eyelashes were wet, and she couldn't help but tug You Wanqing's hand, "Mom......"

You Wanqing hurriedly responded to her, "What's the matter, Xiaohe?" “

The little fingers couldn't be extended, and they curled up together and pointed to the wound where the blood was drawn, "It hurts......"

After speaking, he finally opened his mouth and cried, which also caused You Wanqing to burst into tears.

Shang Moqian watched the mother and daughter shed tears and felt distressed, so naturally there was no need to say much, but there was no way for the doctor to hold You Wanqing tightly in his arms, just begging for his hug to give her warmth.

About half an hour later, the doctor sent the test sheet over, and seeing that Xiaohe was already asleep, he lightly stuffed the electronic thermometer into her armpit.

The test sheet was handed to Shang Moqian, and the doctor explained that "hemoglobin is 75 g/L, less than 90 g/L, which is moderate anemia." However, because the child still has a fever, he cannot have a blood transfusion, and he will not plan to do a blood transfusion until the fever has subsided. “

You Wanqing tiptoed to see the test sheet in Shang Moqian's hand, glanced at it and grabbed the doctor without understanding anything.

"How can a child be anemic at such a young age?" You Wanqing also wondered, Xiaohe looks healthy and lively on weekdays, but a cold can involve so many diseases.

Taking the electronic thermometer out, the doctor then asked, "It looks like a long-term iron deficiency anemia, and your child was born prematurely?" “

You Wanqing nodded, "I always moved during that time when I was born, and I fell down." “

Shang Moqian's brows tightened, this woman had never heard of her.

"That's right, the iron reserves obtained in the mother's body are insufficient, and I haven't paid much attention to it the day after tomorrow, and I didn't supplement nutrition in time when I was a child." took two more pills to You Wanqing, and the doctor explained carefully, "It's still 39 °C, it's been an hour since the last time I took medicine, and if I still have a fever for half an hour, I will give you another antipyretic, and if the fever goes away, you will still have a little blood transfusion, and you will pay attention to recuperation in the future, replenish more blood, and eat more fruits." “

After sending the doctor away, You Wanqing sat back next to Xiaohe, and Shang Moqian also sat beside her, took her hand and covered it in the palm of her hand and rubbed it carefully.

"Before, you had a hard time?" Shang Moqian's eyes were full of distress, and he remembered that You Wanqing had just said that Xiaohe was born prematurely, and he blamed himself for being sorry for her.

Looking at Xiao He, who was sleeping sweetly, You Wanqing showed a touch of her mother's unique love, "It's not bitter, it's not bitter from the day Xiaohe was born." “

Without saying anything, Shang Moqian moved the chair towards You Wanqing, and the two of them got closer, pulling her into his arms, and Shang Moqian imprinted a kiss on her forehead.

"It won't be bitter in the future."

Shang Moqian's tone was serious, and You Wanqing gave a casual thanks, but he didn't go to his heart.

Where will they have a future?

The two sat in each other's arms, and at about four o'clock in the morning, Xiaohe finally had a fever, and Shang Moqian called a doctor for examination.

After confirming that You Xiaohe had a fever, the doctor explained that he was going to prepare for a blood transfusion, and the assistant ran back within a minute and carefully whispered in the doctor's ear.

With a burst of embarrassment on his face, the doctor looked at Shang Moqian embarrassedly and said, "There is not enough blood in the blood bank, Mr. Shang, you are your father, and I have to trouble you to donate some blood to your beloved daughter." “

Shang Moqian glanced at You Wanqing with a little embarrassment, and You Wanqing spoke, "Smoke me, I'm her mother." “

The doctor took You Wanqing out of the ward, drew a little blood first, and told You Wanqing to go back first and wait for the blood type to come out and then see.

Back in the ward, You Wanqing saw that Shang Moqian was already asleep on the edge of Xiaohe's bed, Xu was too tired this day, and he even snored slightly.

There was tenderness in his eyes, You Wanqing took his own clothes and draped them on him, and helped You Xiaohe tuck the quilt corners, You Wanqing sat next to Shang Moqian, carefully observing his sleeping face.

Shang Moqian's eyes were a little dark, and he was tired of running the Shangqing Consortium all year round, and everyone only thought he was beaten with iron, but some people rarely felt his tiredness.

couldn't help but reach out and gently touch Shang Moqian's eyes, and the corners of You Wanqing's lips smiled.

From the eyes to the bridge of the nose and then to the lips.

Shang Moqian's lips are very thin, and it is said that people with thin lips are lucky, but Shang Moqian surprised and moved You Wanqing again and again.

Tracing the shape of his lips carefully, You Wanqing suddenly felt a little sad.

The first 20 years of my life passed by desolation, I was fortunate to have Xiaohe, I got a friend, and now I met Shang Moqian.

But Shang Mo Qian is destined not to be her reliance for the next few decades.

Feeling something strange on his face, Shang Moqian suddenly opened his eyes, and saw that it was You Wanqing who relieved his heart and grabbed her hand and covered it in his heart.

"Well, I didn't cry when I drew blood."

You Wanqing shook her head lightly, "I disappointed the boss, I didn't cry." “

Spoiled and scratched You Wanqing's nose, Shang Moqian held her in his arms, "Xiaohe is well and will take you out for a walk, I didn't have a good time on my honeymoon last time." “

Nodding, You Wanqing's voice came out muffled, "Boss, do you really like me?" “

Stunned, he didn't expect You Wanqing to suddenly ask this question, paused, and was about to answer that the door of the ward was pushed open.

You Wanqing suddenly popped out of Shang Moqian's arms, straightened her hair in a panic, and the two looked at the door.

The doctor walked in quickly, holding You Wanqing's test sheet in his hand, very suspicious.

"The blood type doesn't match, dad will try again."

"Didn't match?" You Wanqing asked puzzled.

The doctor nodded, "Well, you are blood type A, and You Xiaohe is type O." "It's normal for children and parents to have different blood types, the doctor casually explained.

But You Wanqing's heart turned upside down.

Xiaohe's blood type is different from her, and she can only be the same as her father.

And her dad ......

Shang Moqian saw that she was distracted and knew all kinds of reasons, patted her on the shoulder and explained that she was optimistic about Xiaohe, and went out with the doctor.

You Wanqing's mind was messed up, and she didn't pay attention to when Shang Moqian walked out, and when she came back to her senses, there was no one in the ward.

Following the doctor, Shang Moqian rolled up his sleeves and exposed his forearm, and said, "No need to check, I have type O blood." “

"That little lotus is with his father's blood type." The doctor said casually, and asked people to prepare for blood drawing.

As if thinking of something, Shang Moqian's eyebrows furrowed, surprise flashed in his eyes, he thought for a moment, and asked, "Blood can be tested for DNA, right?" “

Seeing that the doctor nodded, Shang Moqian continued, "Help me and Xiaohe's blood to be checked, and hide my blood donation." “

The doctor nodded sensibly, although he was also full of questions, he didn't ask anything, he would definitely not inquire if he shouldn't ask.

After drawing blood, Shang Moqian didn't go straight to the ward and went straight out of the hospital, and came up with a bag of things in about ten minutes, and as soon as he pushed the door, he saw You Wanqing looking back at him busily.

There seemed to be anxiety in her tone, and You Wanqing asked, "Where have you been?" “

took out the soy milk in the bag and stuffed it into You Wanqing's hand, and then took out a straw to help her tie it open, Shang Moqian said softly, "There's nothing to eat, drink a little, I haven't eaten much." “

Putting the rest of the things on the table and throwing away the previous lunch, Shang Moqian looked at You Xiaohe.

You Xiaohe had already been transfused with blood on the drip, You Wanqing took a sip of soy milk, and the aroma of red dates overflowed his mouth.

"Are you blood type O?" You Wanqing looked at Shang Moqian and asked, just as he had just gone out to donate blood, "Didn't you say that the blood bank was short of blood." “

Shang Moqian shook his head, "No, I'm looking for the blood transferred by the dean from another hospital." “

Without asking any more questions, You Wanqing knew that Shang Moqian had this ability.

Shang Moqian was about to take off his coat, when his left hand was just withdrawn, and he saw a little blood oozing from the place where the blood had just been drawn, and the red on the snow-white shirt was particularly conspicuous.

Without a trace, he looked back at You Wanqing, making sure that she didn't look at herself, and Shang Moqian put on her clothes again.