"Ouch, my stomach hurts so much, oooh." Xiao Mo looked at Nangong with a sad look on his face, feeling a churning feeling in his stomach.

"Mo, what's wrong with you, don't scare me?" Seeing Xiao Mo holding his stomach in pain, his forbearing face was twisted, and there were a few drops of cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

Woohoo, I ate too much, I really made myself miserable, vomit...

"Mo, aren't you full?" Seeing Xiao Mo nod his head in embarrassment, Nangong breathed a sigh of relief, and then said angrily, "You are still a child, don't you even know when you are full? But

Don't make your stomach full, let me take a look."

Xiao Mo fell weakly into Nangong's arms. Xiao Mo half-opened his eyes, watching Nangong holding his wrist in deep thought, and smiled heartlessly.

I can’t tell, but my husband is also a doctor, so it seems that I don’t have to worry about getting sick in the future.

"You can still laugh. You must not eat so much in the future." Putting down Xiao Mo's wrist, Nangong looked at Xiao Mo angrily, "Fortunately, there is no big problem. Does your stomach still hurt? I'll give you some digestion.

Here's the medicine." He stood up and walked out the door.

Wow, my husband is so kind. My husband, you have to come back soon. My stomach really hurts.

Xiao Mo lay weakly on the bed, tilting his head and watching Nangong go out.

On the other side, in the main room of the Qian Mansion, the atmosphere was extremely solemn.

The middle-aged doctor put his hand on the person lying on the bed, his frown never let go, and the frown became tighter and tighter.

After being stunned for a while, he sighed helplessly and turned to look at Qian Yu who was behind him.

"Hey, I'm afraid my husband's health won't last tonight." The doctor shook his head sadly and said softly.

What! Even though he knew it in his heart, he still had some illusions. Now that he heard the doctor's conclusion with his own ears, Qian Yu became unsteady and fell down on a chair on the side.

With trembling hands, she looked at the almost transparent Meng Yue, her husband, on the bed with a sad look on her face.

"Doctor, is there really no hope?" Qian Yu looked up at the doctor without giving up. Qian Yu had a look of hope on her face.

This doctor is already the best doctor in the city. If even he says he can't be saved, then Meng Yue is really hopeless.

The doctor looked at Qian Yu's expression of hope and felt a little unbearable, but that was the fact, so he nodded heavily, turned around, picked up the medicine box and left.

"Master..." Qian Yu's second husband, Zhou Xing, choked with sobs, stretched out his hand to hold Qian Yu's hand, and was speechless for a long time.

"Go down and prepare for the funeral." I don't know how long it took, Qian Yu came back to her senses and said weakly.

Losing your beloved husband overnight is really a big blow.

Qian Yu has aged a lot these days. He was originally a taciturn person, but now he has no words at all.

"What, you said my father is dead?" Wasn't that Huapanlian sick a few days ago? Why did he die just a few days later?

"He...how did he die?" Inexplicably, Xiao Mo felt very sad. Could it be that this was a blood relationship.
Chapter completed!