Yan Zhen, Wen Zhiyuan, his wife and Camille sat nervously in front of the hospital bed and watched the busy doctor conducting various examinations on Wen Lunhua.
Yan Zhen and Wen Lunhua had just stepped off the plane, and Wen Zhiyuan and the others followed them on the back. At that time, Wen Lunhua was already dying and could not walk. There seemed to be countless small termites gnawing at his heart, and the severe pain almost tore him apart.
Yan Zhen looked at his painful look and wished she could feel the pain for him.
Next, he started biting his arm because it hurt so much that he wanted to die.
Yan Zhen couldn't bear to let him hurt himself, so she hugged him tightly and stretched out her white arms for him to bite.
The severe pain made him unable to distinguish whose arm it was, so he bit down with all his strength, and blood came out from his bite on Yan Zhen's snow-white arm.
Yan Zhen resisted crying and hugged him tightly.
Under the light, Yan Zhen's snow-white arms were stained with blood, and the boy's mouth was also stained red.
"Hua, hold on, hold on."
Wen Zhiyuan, his wife and Camille couldn't help crying when they saw this scene.
Several people quickly sent Wen Lunhua to the hospital.
Wen Lunhua's condition was still not good. After the doctors performed first aid measures, they still had to conduct various examinations. At this moment, Wen Lunhua's face was distorted and his consciousness was unclear.
Everyone's hearts were clenched tightly, and they were all tied to him. They really hoped to hear some good news from the doctor.
Yan Zhen held his hand tightly and prayed secretly in her heart, Hua, you must get better, you must get better.
After a long time, the doctors finally completed various examinations and gave Wen Lunhua an injection, and he finally fell into a deep sleep.
"Doctor, how is my son's condition?" Wen Zhiyuan asked the leading doctor in English.
The doctor said seriously, "Who are the family members? Let's talk here."
Then Wen Zhiyuan and his wife followed him out. Yan Zhen held Wen Lunhua's hand tightly and looked at his face that was almost deformed due to the pain, and tears fell silently.
Why did everyone around her who loved her leave one by one?
She leaned down, her trembling lips pressed against the boy's pale lips, and her tears fell onto the boy's face.
"Hua, if you dare to leave me, I will go with you. I will keep my word. You must not leave me. Do you hear me?"
"Woo, just think of me as a greedy girl who wants to fly on a branch and become a phoenix. I want to marry you and be your beautiful bride. I won't allow you to leave. You take back all the words you said before.