Seeing the vital signs that had calmed down, the doctor breathed a sigh of relief. The assistant stepped forward and took off his mask and carefully wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. Another assistant took off his gloves respectfully, and the wet wipe carefully wiped his hands.

For doctors, the most important thing is these hands. So he always takes care of himself carefully and does not allow any damage to his hands.

After glanced at the man who was still unconscious, he injected some antibiotics into his infusion bottle, and the doctor felt relieved.

"You are all here to watch, and let me know if there is anything unusual."

"Yes."

This is the person who was told by the boss. There should be no mistake in any case. He must be cured. Although he did not understand why the boss was so impatient to let the six-year-old child complete the training. He wanted to train a qualified killer in time, and he didn't need to be so anxious.

Forget it, the boss's intention is not something he can think of.

Sighing, the doctor left with a tired look on his face.

After undergoing surgery for more than ten hours in a row, he was also very tired.

Song Xiaobao's will to live surprised the doctor. However, just ten hours passed, the person who should have been seriously injured and unconscious had already woken up. The trauma improved and he could already use anesthetics. Despite this, the pain was not something that a six-year-old child could bear.

But Song Xiaobao has been quiet since he woke up, with his black eyes calm and unstoppable, and there was no sign of expression.

"Wake up? Where else is there to feel uncomfortable?"

"No."

"Although your body is seriously damaged, it will not leave any sequelae, and there is no need to worry about the uneven scars left after the sore heals. According to your recovery speed, you can be discharged from the hospital for training in about a month."

"Half a month."

"What?"

The doctor was stunned and looked at Song Xiaobao with confusion. Seeing his thin lips tightly pursed, his eyes were filled with calmness and determination, and suddenly he realized what he meant.

"No, your wound is very serious. It's too far-fetched to recover from half a month."

"Half a month."

Song Xiaobao's attitude was very firm, and his tone was calm and not like a six-year-old child. He had a pair of calm and unwavering black eyes, but it made the doctor feel a strong sense of oppression for no reason. It was like the boss was in front of him. That feeling shocked the doctor, and he looked at Song Xiaobao carefully.

After a long time, he sighed: "I will do my best, but if I can't be discharged from the hospital in half a month, you'd better not force it. After all, after walking out of here, you have to go back to the training camp. Only after you have good health can you continue training."

Song Xiaobao's goal has been achieved and he has not spoken anymore. It seems that he does not exist.

The doctor was also used to his silence, and after checking the wound, he left. The ward suddenly became quiet, and Song Xiaobao stared at the ceiling in a daze.

Who is the figure that keeps flashing when he is in a coma? Why can't he see clearly?

Song Xiaomeng's high fever was repeated for two days without understanding, and finally the situation began to improve on the third day. After the doctor confirmed that the fever would not repeat, Song Yiran breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at Song Yiran's thinner and pale Song Xiaomeng on the hospital bed with concern, Song Yiran felt guilty.

There have been too many things recently, so I ignored Xiao Meng.

God knows how scared Song Yiran was when she received a call from Yi Xiaojiu and fell into a coma. She was worried that she would lose Xiao Meng, when Xiaobao had no news yet.

Since she and Li Shaoyan rushed back to City A, they have been waiting in front of the hospital bed, waiting stubbornly for Song Xiaomeng to wake up. She was very glad that this disaster for no reason had finally passed. She stretched out her hand and carefully stroked Song Xiaomeng's soft cheeks, and Song Yiran's heart was soft.

"Baby, mommy is too busy, sorry."

Song Yiran held Song Xiaomeng's hand with an apology and apologized to her with a gentle smile. Song Xiaomeng and Ai, who had just subsided, were in a drowsy sleep, with pale lips but morbid red cheeks. Never seen such a fragile Xiaomeng, Song Yiran felt so uncomfortable in her heart.

Her eyes turned red uncontrollably, and the burning sensation made her feel a little embarrassed.

Li Shaoyan frowned slightly and reached out to hold Song Yiran into his arms. The two women of big and small made him feel distressed. While comforting Song Yiran, Li Shaoyan's eyes were sharp.

All of this is because of Mu Shiyan. If it weren't for him, everything would be calm. So this time he would have calculated the accounts of Mu Shiyan.

"Li Shaoyan, what should I do? The first time I saw Xiao Meng getting sick so badly. Is Xiao Meng getting sick for no reason because of Xiao Bao? The twins have some kind of teleomatic induction. Is it because of Xiao Bao? Is it because Xiao Meng getting sick? Damn it! If I hadn't been careless, how could Xiao Bao be taken away?"

Song Yiran clenched his fists tightly, his eyes full of guilt, self-blame and anger.

She wished that time would go back to the day when Song Xiaobao disappeared. If she could really go back, she would definitely follow Song Xiaobao the day before and not give him any chance to be alone.

When she thought of where Song Xiaobao might have suffered torture and suffering, she felt that her blood was almost frozen.

"It's okay, don't worry. If this is the case, then Xiaomeng is fine now, and Xiaobiao must have been out of danger."

Li Shaoyan comforted her softly, and her warm palm gently stroked her back.

Smelling the familiar smell, Song still felt much more at ease, but the surging in her heart still couldn't stop. She felt that she could no longer wait and wanted to use all her methods to find Song Xiaobao.

Damn it!

Why are there no clues? Who are those people? Why did they take Xiaobao away? Gong Jue, when will you find out for me?

"Be good, don't worry, Xiaobao will definitely not be in trouble."

Li Shaoyan comforted him, and it was unknown how long after Song Yiran finally calmed down. He sniffed hard, and then pushed Li Shaoyan away and sat down. He looked at Song Xiaomeng who was sleeping worriedly, and wished that the person who was lying in bed and suffering was himself.

"When will Xiaomeng wake up?"

"The doctor has already said that he will wake up in the afternoon. You have not had a day or night to rest, go to bed for a while."

"No, I can't rest assured that Xiao Meng."

What's the matter if she doesn't sleep a day and a night? When she was doing tasks before, sometimes she couldn't fall asleep for several days. Her baby hadn't woken up yet, and she didn't want to sleep.

"Baby, be obedient, don't worry me. Xiaomeng will wake up in the afternoon. You can still hurry up and sleep for a while now. Otherwise, when Xiaomeng wakes up in the afternoon, you will not have the energy to accompany her."

Although Li Shaoyan was coaxing Song Yiran softly, his tone was unstoppable.

Song Yiran looked at Song Xiaomeng, and saw the persistence in Li Shaoyan's eyes. In the end, he obediently went to another bed to lie down. Forced himself to close his eyes and rest. After a dazed state, his chaotic brain finally gradually calmed down.

Listening to Song Yiran's steady breathing, Li Shaoyan was relieved.

Looking at the person who was sleeping well, Li Shaoyan's eyes suddenly became gentle. He was very glad that they were still by his side. When Song Xiaobao came back, the four of them could be together happily again.

It was already afternoon when Song Yiran woke up. She opened her eyes in a daze and woke up immediately after seeing the white ward. She quickly pulled the quilt and stood up, turned her head to look at the bed next to her.

"Mommy, you're finally awake."

Song Xiaomeng sat on the bed, looking at her with a smile on her face, her eyes full of joy. Li Shaoyan was sitting on a stool next to her, holding a fruit plate in his hand, with an apple in the shape of a rabbit on it.

"Xiao Meng, how do you feel? Are you still feeling uncomfortable? Sorry, baby, mommy should have come back early."

Song Yiran lifted the quilt with an eager look and got out of bed. He walked to the bed and hugged Song Xiaomeng in his arms, and kept kissing her cheeks to express his excitement.

"Mommy, don't worry, Xiao Meng is fine."

Song Xiaomeng giggled, not as scary as if she was sick before and had no life. She seemed to have fallen asleep, which made people feel incredible and finally relieved.

"You must say anything uncomfortable, do you know?"

"good."

Song Xiaomeng agreed with a obedient look. Song Yiran felt soft and hugged her beloved baby and kept kissing her.

I don’t know how long it took, Song Yiran’s mood finally calmed down.

He held Song Xiaomeng's hand and sat on the bed with a smile, his eyes firmly landing on his little baby, which was not enough.

"Mommy, are you still leaving when you come back this time?"

Song Xiaomeng tilted her head and looked at Song Yiran carefully. Her big eyes flashed, and her clear and transparent black eyes were full of expectations. Looking at her expectant and sensible patient expression, Song Yiran's heart tightened, and a sourness surged out of her chest.

"Mommy doesn't leave, Mommy keeps with Xiaomeng."

"Yeah?"

"Of course, Mommy promises you that she will stay with Xiao Meng."

Song Yiran smiled and promised Song Xiaomeng, her eyes full of warmth. Song Xiaomeng tilted her head and looked at her for a long time, then she grinned and showed a big smile.

"That's great, mommy must keep her word."

“Yes.”

After confirming it over and over again, Song Xiaomeng was relieved after hearing Song Yiran’s promises several times. After chatting for a while, she hadn’t recovered yet and fell asleep soon.

Song Yiran stroked her cheek lovingly, and it was not enough to see it.

"I'll answer the phone."

Li Shaoyan, who had been silent, gently kissed Song Yiran's lips, and then hurriedly left the ward with the phone.

The warmth and softness on the face instantly converge, replaced by sharpness and coldness.

"What's up?"

Thinking that Li Shaoyan should have been in the ward for a whole day and had nothing to eat, Song Yiran felt a little hungry. She was sure that Song Xiaomeng would not wake up for a short time before getting up and leaving the ward. As soon as she looked up, she saw Li Shaoyan standing with a gloomy expression on the phone.

Song Yiran subconsciously frowned. Could something be wrong?
Chapter completed!