He vomited five or six times until his stomach could no longer vomit anything. An Zimo's head felt heavy and his body temperature increased.

He lay on the ground and calmed down for a while. After regaining some strength, he calmly stood up from the toilet while holding his stomach. An Zimo went back to the room to change clothes, then found out all the important documents such as medical insurance card, ID card and put them on his

In his small schoolbag, he packed two sets of clothes, then opened the door of the master bedroom, raised his fingers and knocked on the coffin.

An Zimo also knew that she would not wake up so easily, so he simply turned on the desk lamp, and the sudden light source suddenly woke An Zimo up.

She had not yet come out of her sleep, and was not even used to the dazzling light. It took her a long time to sit up in confusion.

An Zimo stood in front, wearing a thick coat and a bright yellow raincoat. His skin was pale and his lips were bloodless, making his eyes look bigger and darker.

An Xiang rubbed her eyes and asked in a hoarse voice: "Momo, what are you doing up?"

An Zimo held his stomach. Although his steps were unsteady and he didn't have much strength, he still said calmly: "Don't cry if you tell me."

An Xiang found it funny, why she said it as if she was crying.

"I won't cry, you say."

"I might have food poisoning."

An Xiang's face suddenly changed.

An Zimo continued to say calmly: "It may be acute gastroenteritis in children or acute appendicitis. Anyway, you have to send me to the hospital quickly." After saying that, the feeling of vomiting came again, and he rushed to the bathroom and spit out a few mouthfuls of acid into the toilet.

water.

Only then did An Xiang realize that something was wrong, and she hurriedly got up and put on her clothes. She had never dealt with such an unexpected situation before, and her brain was a little confused. When she was at a loss, An Zimo spoke again: "I don't know about those ID cards."

It’s all in your schoolbag, just take your phone.”

An Xiang was stunned, and suddenly felt that the little Douding, who was less than four years old, was more reliable than an adult.

She first called an express train, then hugged An Zimo and ran outside.

An Xiang's eyes were full of eagerness, and he could clearly hear the anxiety in his heart.

An Zimo was calm, "I can walk by myself. It's raining outside. You might fall if you're nervous."

"It's okay, mom won't fall." She hugged An Zimo tightly, her slightly messy hair stuck to her translucent white cheeks, her lips pursed slightly, and her pupils flickered with anxiety, but she still forced herself to be calm.

, because I don’t want my panic to cause my child’s anxiety.

An Zimo's heart moved slightly, then he paused and said, "I don't know if I need to be hospitalized, so I grabbed a few clothes. You can take me to the hospital and come back first."

The more sensible he is, the more guilty An Xiang feels.

Compared to her son, she doesn't seem to be calm and doesn't take care of everything properly.

The car had stopped at the gate of the community, and the night rain was falling. An wanted to carefully cover An Zimo with the brim of his raincoat, and trotted to the car with him in his arms.

They went to the nearest pediatric hospital. Even in the early morning, there were still many patients in the emergency room.

An Xiang got a cup of hot water for him while queuing up.

An Zimo shook his head and vomited into the plastic bag twice more.

He had no extra energy to waste, so he rested drowsily on An Xiang's arm, his eyes trying to close, and his ears buzzing.

He can't feel pain in his body, so he doesn't know where the problem is. He has been sick before, and his mother usually doesn't care about him. Most of the time, he relies on his body's self-healing ability. If he can't survive it, he secretly buys medicine.

An Xiang smelled good, and she kept holding his hand. Her hand was not wide, and her fingers were not strong. They were slender and soft and did not have much strength. An Zimo looked at the hand that was holding him tightly in a daze, and then

He raised his head and looked at the side face full of worry and anxiety.

He blinked his eyelashes slightly and opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

"The next one is An Zimo."

Hearing the nurse's call, An wanted to carry An Zimo into the examination room.

He was very well-behaved and kept silent during the entire examination. Nurses rarely see such sensible children in pediatrics. In addition, he was born so beautiful and delicate that his attitude improved a lot.

"Acute appendicitis requires surgery."

"appendicitis?"

"Well." The doctor looked at the film, his tone was obviously reproachful, "It seems that it has been a while, and he would have died if it had been later. Appendicitis is so painful, why didn't you send the child here earlier?"

An Xiang was stunned. She had never had appendicitis, but she knew it was uncomfortable.

She looked at An Zimo blankly and found that his expression was still calm.

"Sorry, I, I don't know." An Xiang was a little at a loss, and her son's pale and bloodless face made her heart ache.

"It's not her fault." An Zimo suddenly said, "It's because I can't feel the pain."

The doctor's hand that was prescribing medicine paused.

An Zimo said: "Whether it's an injury or a knock, I don't feel any pain. I should be suffering from congenital analgesia, so it's my own problem."

His eyebrows were light and his tone was as usual, as if he was talking about the weather in a natural and simple manner.

The doctors and nurses present, including An Xiang, all looked at him in surprise. An Xiang had the biggest reaction. She had been with the child for so long, and she had never heard him complain. Whether he was beaten or injured, he would never complain.

They were all so indifferent.

An Xiang felt very uncomfortable, as if a huge stone had been pressed against his chest, making him feel so dull that he couldn't breathe.

"Don't cry, there's no one to comfort you." An Zimo saw her eyes were red and looked like she was about to cry again. He frowned and complained, "Are you a child who cries all the time? It's so annoying. I have to go for surgery.

Woolen cloth."

"Mo Mo..." An Xiang lowered his arms, his lips trembled, tears rolled down, "I'm sorry..."

Sure enough, I cried.

An Zimo held his stomach and rolled his eyes towards the sky.

"I'm sorry, when will we start the operation?" Now that An Xiang couldn't be counted on, An Zimo looked calm and decided to rely on himself.

Doctors have been coming to the pediatric emergency department for at least seven or eight years, and they have seen no matter how noisy children are, but it is rare for An Zimo to manage himself and adults at the same time.

"Go and pay first. Once the operating room is ready, we can start."

An Zimo nodded: "How long will the operation take?"

"Routine surgery will take a little longer. Generally, we recommend minimally invasive surgery, which takes a short time and is good for your own recovery."

After An Zimo heard this, he said to An: "Pay the fee, I'm going to have surgery."

An wanted to wipe away her tears and asked worriedly: "Doctor, are there any risks?"

She was so scared that the doctor couldn't help laughing and said: "Any operation has risks."

An Xiang's face turned pale.

An Zimo couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Appendicitis surgery is a common minor surgery, and it is also very mature for modern technology, so you don't have to have these unnecessary worries."

After being taught a lesson by her son, An Xiang felt aggrieved and left the room, paid the bill and signed the bill, all in one go.

An Zimo was pushed by the nurse to change clothes. While busy, An Zimo chatted: "Baby, you are very sensible. You must love your mother very much."

like?

This disgusting word suddenly gave An Zimo goosebumps. He couldn't help but said with disgust, "I just don't want her to cry."

"Pfft." The nurse laughed instantly.

"There will be anesthesia during the operation, so you don't have to worry."

An Zimo: "It's okay if you don't go."

The nurse was choked by these words. For people who can't feel pain, it seems... it's okay. She was embarrassed and decided to ask the surgeon if he needed anesthesia later.

While An Zimo was preparing for the operation, An Xiang sat on the chair outside the operating room.

She also knew that she was a mature mother and shouldn't cry all the time. Her son would laugh at her and look down on her, but she just couldn't help it.

He is too young, but he is smarter and calmer than his peers.

This wisdom allowed him to learn to be patient. When he couldn't feel the pain, all the attacks outside turned into knives on his heart. But she blamed him for being ignorant, disobedient, and not learning to understand others.

An Xiang looked in the direction of the operating room, her heart heavy.

The lights in the corridor flickered on and off, and she was the only one left waiting on the chair. The operation ended quickly, and An Xiang hurriedly got up and went over.

"The operation was successful and I needed to be hospitalized for a few days for observation."

An Xiang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your child is so cute. During the operation, he kept saying that he felt no pain and did not need anesthesia. He complained for a while after we used anesthesia. The child should be asleep now, and you can go to the ward to accompany him."

"Thank you doctor."

An wanted to say thank you, then turned and headed to the hospital area.

An Zimo was assigned to an ordinary double ward. A curtain in the middle separated the two beds. There seemed to be people living in it. An wanted to put down the things gently and sit carefully on the edge of the bed.

The effect of anesthesia kept An Zimo in a comatose state throughout.

She touched his face with her fingers, then took An Zimo's small schoolbag and began to check it. He brought a set of clothes and pajamas, two pairs of socks, a water bottle and a tablet, and the rest of the gadgets were not left behind.

.

He was very well prepared and careful, even more thoughtful than she was.

An Xiang's chest was instantly filled with tenderness, and she couldn't help but lower her head and kiss the tip of An Zimo's nose.

After the anesthesia wore off, An Zimo began to scratch the wound uncontrollably in his sleep to prevent him from moving around and touching the affected area. An Xiang stayed up all night, observing his son's condition at all times.

At dawn, the nurse started to check the wards, and An wanted to take the opportunity to leave and go home to prepare meals for the patients.

A ray of morning light invaded softly. An Zimo rubbed his eyes, yawned lazily and slowly opened his eyes. He looked around him for the first time. The seat was empty and the bag was not there. He must have gone back very early.

An Zimo was inexplicably unhappy, raised his head and looked at the wound on his stomach, and then fell back on the pillow.

"Hello."

Someone was shouting next to me. It was the little boy sleeping in the next bed.

He didn't look too old, at most six years old. He had a shaved head and two thin arms sticking out from the hospital gown. His complexion was sallow and black, but his eyes were very smart and shrewd.

"Is that your mother yesterday?"

An Zimo looked away, not wanting to talk to him.

The little boy looked very familiar. He held his chin and swung his little feet, and said with a smile: "Your mother stayed with you all night, and she didn't even sleep."

An Zimo raised his eyebrows and turned his head: "Really?"

"Really, why did I lie to you?" He jumped on An Zimo's bed, "Is your name Mo Mo? I heard your mother call you that."

The suddenly shrinking space made An Zimo look dissatisfied, "My name is An Zimo, I'm not familiar with you, don't ask me to be so close, and then get off my bed."

As if he didn't hear anything, he sniffed and stretched out his hand to An Zimo in a friendly manner: "My name is Qiuyang. You look younger than me. Just call me brother Yangyang."

"...?"
Chapter completed!