Xing quickly pushed Dongfang Xing away and ran over. He picked up Dongfang Buhui who couldn't stop crying. He stretched out his hand and touched it. There was blood oozing from the back of his head. She was so scared that her soul flew away.
Dongfang Xing was much calmer. He checked his injuries and quickly comforted his wife who was so panicked that she didn't know what to do: "Don't worry, his injuries are not serious."
"The back of his head is broken and bleeding. He fell off the sofa. You said it's not serious. You don't know if he will have a concussion. Quick, I want to send him to the hospital for examination." Seeing his calm expression,
Xiahou Huan'er got a little angry, hugged the child and rushed outside.
"Wife..." Dongfang Xing hurriedly caught up.
Hearing the sound of the child crying, Ning Ruolan was also alarmed. This child does not like to cry. He has cried only a handful of times. What is the situation now?
"What's wrong with Bu Regret?" Ning Ruolan felt so distressed when she heard his heaven-shaking cry.
"The child broke his head... We have to take him to the hospital..." Xia Houhuan'er said with a pale face and continued to walk outside anxiously.
The child broke his head? Ning Ruolan's head suddenly buzzed.
"Mom, it's okay, it's just a small matter, don't worry." Dongfang Xing comforted her and followed her closely.
Was it a minor matter that he broke his head? Ning Ruolan could still calm down when she saw their anxious backs. She didn't care so much and immediately followed them out. But she was one step behind them. When she went outside, she could only
I saw the rear of the car going away.
In the car, Dongfang Buhui's cry was still unsolved, and the big tears were like broken pearls, constantly falling from his eyes, as if he hadn't cried in eight lifetimes, and now he wished he could finish crying all at once.
Those cries hurt Xiahou Huan'er's heart. She finally understood what it meant to hurt her son's body and hurt her mother's heart. She wished she could bear it for him.
She blamed herself very much, blaming herself for being greedy for pleasure and abandoning her son.
Dongfang Xing felt heartbroken when he saw her remorseful look. He didn't think that his son's fall would cause much trouble, but she was nervous about her son and had no choice. He stretched out his hand to cover Dongfang Bu.
On the back of Regret's head, there was just a little break and a little blood.
"What do you want to do?" Xiahou Huan'er asked nervously when she saw his move.
"Help him heal." Dongfang Xing said calmly.
"If you help him heal his injuries, your abilities will weaken." Xia Houhuan'er was very confused. After calming down, she also felt that she was a little too nervous. Who is Dongfang Buhui? What big thing could happen if he falls like this?
It would only hurt for a while, but she was so nervous that it seemed like she was going to die.
"It's okay. His small wound has no impact on me." Dongfang Xing shook his head. When his hand left Dongfang Buhui's head, he saw that the wound on it had healed without even a trace.
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The wound was healed, but Dongfang Buhui's crying still did not stop, and the tears continued to flow.
"Son, are you in pain? Why are you still crying so hard?" Xiahou Huan'er carefully rubbed his head, but he struggled to avoid it and just cried.
Her heart was even more blocked: "Husband, what should I do? Is he really concussed? It's all my fault for not taking good care of him..."
Xiahou Huan'er said, her eyes couldn't help but turn red.
