He had already given him analgesic medicine, but it still had no effect.

Weiran has been sensible since she was a child. In order not to worry, she took the medicine that was so bitter. When she started to have an illness, she would endure it even if it hurts. She couldn't help but feel sad. Weiran was too sensible and should have been active at the age of being active, but because of illness, she was lingering in the bed. Thinking of this, big tears fell and dripped onto the back of his hand.

The little boy on the bed slowly opened his eyes. Seeing his mother crying, he quickly raised his thin little hand and wiped her tears. His cute little face, pulled out a smile, and comforted him: "Mom, don't cry, Weiran is not afraid of pain at all."

Yuan Xiaofan was shocked and couldn't help holding the child in his arms, burst into tears, and choked and said, "It's all bad for mother."

Thinking back to the original decision, whether he had made a mistake, this child was so weak that he almost died of death. Although Mr. Wuheng tried his best to save his life, he had been suffering from serious illnesses.

Until a few days ago, blood often flowed out of his nose and a lot of black green appeared on his body. After Xuanyuan Wuheng's diagnosis, Weiran should have been very dysemia.

She was pitiful Weiran, why did God be so cruel!

Yuan Xiaofan endured the pain in his heart, picked up the bowl, and coaxed him gently: "Weiran, drink the medicine soon, it will be bad if it is cold!"

Weiran frowned slightly, opened his mouth obediently, and drank the medicine in one sip. The bitter smell made his little face wrinkle.

Yuan Xiaofan put down the bowl, wiped the medicine juice sprinkled on the corner of his mouth, and said softly: "Weiran is so good."

Weiran's black glass-like eyes suddenly dimmed, his white lips opened slightly, and he asked in a low voice: "Mother, will Weiran die?"

Yuan Xiaofan held back his tears, shook his head vigorously, and squeezed out a smile, choking several times: "No, Weiran is so obedient, why should he die? No, Weiran, you promised your mother that you will never leave her mother, okay?"

Weiran's dim gaze became more and more energetic, and nodded solemnly, "Well, Weiran will never leave his mother."

Yuan Xiaofan covered his mouth, and was filled with complex emotions such as pain, fear, panic, and so on. He was so sad that he could not bear it. She called softly: "Weiran."

Yuan Xiaofan came to his senses and saw a man standing behind him. A trace of sorrow appeared in his eyes, wiped away the tears from his face, and said in a hoarse voice: "Wuheng, when did you come?"

Xuanyuan Wuheng's eyebrows were slightly tightened and he said lightly: "Just arrived."

Weiran's pointed and thin little face looked very pale. After seeing Xuanyuan Wuheng, he couldn't help but shout happily: "Uncle Wuheng."

Xuanyuan Wuheng's mouth was a little a little astringent. He stepped forward, touched Weiran's head, and said lightly: "Weiran, have you taken medicine on time?"

He was at a loss for Weiran's illness. Over the years, he has also gone to the Medicine King Valley to seek help from Qingwu's grandfather, the old Medicine King in Medicine King Valley, but he has not found any good treatment until he was in front of him.

Weiran nodded and said with a little bit of a sense of self-indulgence: "The medicine is very bitter, but Weiran bravely drank the clouds."

Xuanyuan Wu smiled faintly and looked at Yuan Xiaofan with a glance.

He saw her heartfelt pain for Weiran and felt sorry for her.
Chapter completed!