Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Story Before the Onset of the Disease

At this time, Wang Yonghuan closed his eyes and pondered, "The branch hospital has arrived, and my mother has also come, the next step is how to go to H City Hospital, but how to get there?" The results of the examination are nothing wrong now, and it is unrealistic if I ask to go myself. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

"Besides, I have to let my dad go with me, or I won't be able to do the next step. It's past seven o'clock in the morning, and Dad has almost received a call. If it goes well, Dad will be able to rush to the branch hospital at about ten o'clock. I had to "get sick" again when my dad arrived, so that I could get the opportunity to go to H City Hospital. ā€

Thinking about having to suffer another crime, Wang Yonghuan's face turned a little pale, and the pain was really terrible. Especially if you hurt once, and then take the initiative to look for a second time, it's really terrifying. But it can't be helped, for the sake of my mother, don't talk about the pain, it's worth it.

Thinking about the terrible result in the prediction, Wang Yonghuan's eyes were a little red, the bloody nature inherited by soldiers since he was a child has now been completely stimulated, "Fight!" Wang Yonghuan secretly made up his mind.

Wang Yonghuan turned his head and saw that his mother was already asleep. In her sleep, the mother's still tightly knit eyebrows and slightly pale face showed the slightest worry about her little son.

Wang Yongheng gently wiped the corners of his eyes that were already unconsciously moist with his fingers, secretly took out the powder package of broken intestine fruit again, and resolutely poked it inside with his fingernails, so that the powder fully entered the nails. Then wrap the broken intestine fruit powder, put it away from the new and put it in your trouser pocket.

After the final preparations were completed, Wang Yonghuan also let out a long breath, thinking to himself: "Success or failure is just a moment in the morning, and I can finally breathe a sigh of relief." ā€

This person has no worries and burdens, the quality of sleep is rubbing upward, Wang Yonghuan is on fire as soon as he closes his eyes, and the one he sleeps is called a fragrance. There is no way, for this "great" project, Wang Yonghuan also tossed all night without closing his eyes.

By ten o'clock in the morning, Wang Yongheng had basically woken up. This guy has a good habit of saying to himself before bed, "What time will I wake up, what time will I go to sleep" and so on. In this way, when the time comes, Wang Yongheng promises to wake up on time.

At this time, the mother was sitting on the edge of Wang Yongheng's bed, watching her youngest son open his eyes. Hurriedly asked in a concerned soft voice: "Xiaosan, wake up, are you still uncomfortable?" Let's eat something first. ā€

Looking at his mother's tired expression and a few strands of gray hair on her sideburns, Wang Yonghuan's heart was sour, "Mom is still old and old, in the past, let alone not sleeping all night, even if she worked for forty-eight hours in a row, there was no problem." This means that you don't get a few hours of sleep, and you feel tired. ā€

The corners of Wang Yonghuan's mouth moved, and just as he wanted to answer his mother's question, he heard a chaotic footstep at the farthest end of the hospital corridor.

Ever since Wang Yongheng had cultivated to the primary level of the Xundui Realm, his hearing had at least doubled compared to before.

From the time and the footsteps of so many people, Wang Yongheng guessed that his father should have arrived. Now that Dad has arrived, it means that the next step must be planned immediately.

The next step is to take the "medicine" immediately. Ah, I have to take "medicine" again! As soon as he thought of "medicine", Wang Yongheng's head was dizzy, and his face turned white as soon as he "brushed".

When the mother saw it, she thought that her little son's stomach hurt again, and quickly asked, "Three, what's wrong?" Is it that your stomach hurts again from time to time? ā€

Hearing his mother's concerned questioning, Wang Yongheng smiled bitterly in his heart: "Mom, my dear mother, what a shame!" How do you tell me to answer? It's not that I hurt, it's scared. Alas, my life is miserable! ā€

I want to think about it, but I still have to say it. The corners of Wang Yonghuan's mouth twitched slightly, and he pretended to have a low tone and said, "Mom... Mom, I'm thirsty and want to drink water, pour me some. ā€

"Okay, junior, don't worry, don't worry, I'll pour you water right away."

Taking advantage of the time when his mother turned around to pour water, Wang Yongheng made a bitter face, frowned, and gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to be heroic and righteous, he quickly put his left index finger into his mouth and shook it twice. At this time, this big-hearted boy didn't want to say anything, "Nongfu Spring is a little sweet".

"Let the pain come more violently, I am a proud petrel, flying and flying freely in the wind and waves!" Wang Yongheng thought of Gorky's petrel with bitter joy. Then he put his hand back in the quilt and waited for the "broken intestine" pain with a resolute and calm face.

A few years later, when Wang Yongheng bragged to his lover about the "difficult and dangerous" situation, what he said was out of the blue:

"Looking back, Xiaodi, during the whole "sick" process, do you know when you were most nervous? From time to time, when it hurts, it is not the moment of the doctor's examination, but more than ten minutes before the pain is coming, and it is the most fearful and nervous at that time, and I can't control my breathing when I am nervous. ā€

"Now that I think of those revolutionary movies, why did those enemy elements dangle in front of you with a red-hot iron hook before the revolutionary comrades were tortured? But why don't you just not press it on you? In fact, it is to make you nervous and scared, and when you are nervous and afraid, you may surrender. ā€

"Xiaodi, dear, after experiencing that gut-breaking incident, I feel that I have been baptized by a revolution. Well, no, it's the baptism of three revolutions. Since then, I, your lover, the great Wang Yonghuan, have become a true revolutionary warrior. ā€

While Wang Yonghuan was waiting in "pain, fear, and nervousness", the door of the emergency room was pushed open, and his father, accompanied by the dean and several doctors, strode in.

When my mother saw my father come in, her eyes were a little red, and she complained to her father: "Lao Xu, why did you come, look at it, what is the illness of the little three?" ā€

To tell the truth, at this time, Wang Yonghuan really looked a little sick, his face was pale, his brows were tightly locked, and he was trembling all over, looking at a posture that he was about to die. But the trembling was not sick, but frightened by the imminent pain of the broken intestines.

When Dad saw that his mother was complaining about him, he didn't care to answer his mother's question. Hurriedly came to Wang Yonghuan's bedside, first put his hand on Wang Yonghuan's forehead, and see if his forehead was hot? Do you have a fever?

Looking at his father's movements, Wang Yonghuan was sneering in his heart: "This parent is an action, as long as he sees that the child is sick, he doesn't care what the disease is, he will touch his head first." I said, my dear father, your youngest son's current symptoms are stomach pain, not fever or headache or anything, and it has nothing to do with the brain? ā€

But Wang Yonghuan didn't dare to say it, for fear of revealing more.