Yuan Qingling was surprised. She sat up and looked at their foreheads. She found that there seemed to be some bruises on the forehead, but it was not obvious. She stretched out her hand and pressed it gently, "Does it hurt?"
"A little!"
Yuan Qingling asked: "Have you fallen down today?"
Baozi said from the side: "It fell. It fell from the tree yesterday. The wet nurse didn't see it."
Yuan Qingling turned to look at Baozi, "Why didn't you tell mom when you saw it?"
Baozi said: "They said it doesn't hurt. Besides, they will get better soon. Our injuries will heal on their own. It's just a matter of speed."
Yuan Qingling frowned, "But I fell yesterday and it's not healed today. No, it's already past midnight. It's the third day. Why is it still hurting?"
Erbao's face was calm and well-behaved. He didn't dare to reply. He just reached out and gently rubbed his forehead and between his eyebrows.
"Did you hit your head?" Yuan Qingling's heart sank, "Are you feeling nauseous and dizzy?"
Erbao shook his head at the same time, "It just hurts a little."
The abilities of the two of them come from brain perception. If the brain is damaged, they may not be able to sense that something happened to Lao Wu.
Yuan Qingling couldn't help but panic again. She couldn't check Erbao, and she didn't know how Erbao was injured. Apart from fever and slight pain, he had no symptoms, but she was afraid of meningeal hemorrhage and falling from the tree.
No joke.
She opened the medicine box, took out the neurotrophic drugs, gave them to both of them, and asked repeatedly what was wrong, but she always got a negative answer.
When they were put to sleep again, Coke said softly: "Mom, I just feel that I can't get anything now."
This sentence frightened Yuan Qingling to sit up again, "Can't you pick up something? Can't you move your hands?"
She quickly grabbed his hand and looked, "Grab mom's hand, can you move it?"
Coke held her hand, and the knuckles and strength were fine, but he said: "That's not it, that's it!"
He let go of Yuan Qingling's hand and slowly stretched it out, "Drink water!"
The water glass was on the table not far from the bed, untouched.
He looked at Yuan Qingling and said, "Mom, I can't get it."
Yuan Qingling looked at him blankly, "Do you mean you can't retrieve things from a distance?"
"My mind is a little confused."
That is to say, it is impossible to concentrate, and it is impossible to control things outside the body's reach with thoughts.
"Qixi, what about you?" Yuan Qingling asked.
Qixi poked out her two big black eyes from under the quilt, "Mom, I can't move my hands either."
"Is it just like Coca-Cola that I can't move or is it really that I can't move?" Yuan Qingling felt that it was still difficult to talk to them.
"Same as Coke." Qixi said innocently.
Yuan Qing snorted, "Go to sleep, but mother will call you later, so you have to answer her."
"Mom, aren't you going to sleep?" Tangyuan came over and asked.
"Mom, look at my brother, you guys are sleeping." Yuan Qingling kissed Tangyuan's cheek. The child, who was still awake, always looked cute and beautiful.