Xu was pushed to sober up, or maybe it was the child's voice that gave her a strength to support her.

In a daze, he opened his eyes with difficulty, and his narrow and blurred vision saw several small figures shaking in front of him.

"Mom, wake up."

That inarticulate voice.

"Mom drinks medicine, and it doesn't hurt when she drinks it."

It was the voice of the 'sister', "Brother boiled the medicine for you, Mom, drink it and then go to sleep." ”

Wen Nian swallowed his saliva, and a dry stinging pain came from his throat.

It was as if she was wrapped in a rope around her head, and her puffy eyes couldn't open at all, and the eyeballs under her eyelids were silently observing her surroundings.

It's just that the vision is too blurry to see clearly.

"Mom, drink some water."

A slightly calmer childish voice, and an arm reached under her neck, lifting her heavy head vigorously.

A bowl with hot air was handed to his lips.

Wen Nian instinctively opened his mouth and took two sips.

The water entered the throat, the whole person was much more comfortable, and the pain on the body seemed to be reduced a lot.

Even the feeling of suffocating to the point of dying was not so serious before.

At this time, her vision became completely clear, and she quietly observed the three little radish heads in front of her.

The boy closest to her was about six or seven years old, with a thin build, dark skin, a tight little face, and worried eyes.

After feeding her and drinking water, the child looked at her with worried eyes: "Mom, drink the medicine first and then drink the water, okay?" ”

"I'll feed you the medicine."

The six- and seven-year-old boy was still holding her head with one arm, and the water bowl in his hand was handed to the little girl of four or five years old.

The little girl hurriedly took it and put it aside, and carefully brought another bowl.

In the bowl is a black soup exuding a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine: "Mom is not bitter, drink medicine obediently." ”

The child was also worried that his mother would not drink the medicine because it was too bitter.

The boy took the medicine bowl with one hand: "Mom, Sheng'er feeds you." ”

"If you drink the medicine, the injuries on your body will heal."

Injure?

That word is clearly the key.

Wen Nian felt the current body, and the pain did not come from the transfer of the lungs and five internal organs of the medicine stone.

On the contrary, it hurts both inside and outside the body.

Even the pain on his face and head was like tearing, and there seemed to be something tied around his mouth.

I can't even open my mouth.

Only at this moment did she realize that she was not seriously ill, but seriously injured.

It's just that she didn't have any impression of how this injury came about.

"Mom, drink it, after drinking the medicine, this candy candy will be for you to eat."

A four- or five-year-old girl spread out her little hand and had a slimy fruit candy in her palm.

It's so sticky that I can't even read the words on the candy paper.

"Mom, drink."

A little child who is less than two years old, with a milky voice and slurred speech, adds, "Drink medicine, it doesn't hurt." ”

Facing the three cute and well-behaved cubs, Deng Wennian felt a strong love in his heart, as well as a trace of confusion.

But deep down, there is a hint of relief.

She didn't know where this relief came from, but it came out of nowhere.

"Mommy drinks."

Although I don't know how I became the mother of three children, in the face of three pairs of clear eyes, Deng Wennian is not hypocritical.

Struggled to spit out these words.

As he spoke, he raised his hand to take the bowl from the child's hand.

Just as I wanted to move my hand, there was a heart-piercing pain on my body.

"Hiss~"

Deng Wennian couldn't hold back and gasped.

"Mom, don't move, just feed you."

Hearing her inhale, the six or seven-year-old boy's eyes flashed with heartache, "You drink with my hand." ”