He looked at his little face, which was slightly pale, and his breathing was uneven, and he looked very bad.
Wen Ning was shocked to realize that in the past three days, she had not taken good care of her other son.
She stood up and walked over, raised her hand to touch his little wrist, and felt an astonishing heat. She quickly felt guilty and said, "You have a high fever, Jiujiu!"
Jiujiu lowered his head silently, "Daddy arranged an infusion for me, but I don't want the infusion. I want to burn myself to death."
"Why do you talk like that, baby?"
Wen Ning realized something, and guilt flashed in her eyes. She blamed herself and thought, she also has a son. In the past three days, she was exhausted mentally and physically because she couldn't find the calligraphy treasure. How could she forget her other son? Jiujiu was already weak.
Be more angry.
"Mommy, it's all my fault, right? Why wasn't I the one kidnapped by Li Xiangwan?
I would rather it be me! Mo Bao and you have such a good relationship, I don’t want to see you sad.
Why is it that Mo Bao is the one who steps forward every time, and he is the one who suffers? I really hate myself for being useless. I am an older brother, but I can't protect my younger brother.
That day, it was my fault for suggesting that Mo Bao go visit his grandma. If I had not talked too much, Mo Bao would not have done this...
Now he's gone, gone!"
Jiujiu hugged Wen Ning's thigh, she was so sad that she couldn't hide her tears, her little hands tightly pinched Wen Ning's pants. Wen Ning saw how much he blamed himself and suffered.
With his heart pounding, Wen Ning immediately picked up the child and put him in his arms. The little guy was sensitive and thought it was all his responsibility.
Wen Ning didn't want him to be so sad, so he could only comfort him in a low voice, "It's okay Jiujiu, Mo Bao absorbed more nutrients from you in his belly. He is stronger and he should protect his brother."
I just realized that you have been lying in the incubator for half a year, fighting with death for half a year, and you are as much a headache to Mommy as Mo Bao.
What's more, everyone is looking for Mo Bao now, we won't give up..."
"Don't give up, Mommy, don't give up."
Wen Ning was heartbroken, nodded desperately, held his hand, and walked out along the corridor, "Didn't you say grandma is looking for us? Mommy, take your infusion bottle to grandma's ward..."
In the intensive care unit, Shen Tang regained consciousness. She was breathing with an oxygen mask and her eyes were clear.
When he saw Wen Ning coming in, he waved and sighed heavily in his heart.
"Beichen said that Mo Bao has not been found yet..." Shen Tang removed the breathing mask, his eyes dim.
Wen Ning bit her lip to prevent her eyes from turning red. She nodded calmly, "Still searching, maybe I'll find it in two days. That little guy is very smart, maybe he can save himself..."
"Ning Ning." Shen Tang closed her eyes, having to break her pretense of relaxation.
There were tears in the old man's eyes, and he slowly took out a very wrinkled piece of paper from his pocket, "When I was sent to the hospital two days ago, I didn't find it. The nurse said yesterday that it was from the pocket of the hospital gown I changed into.
It fell out...
My eyesight is bad and I can’t see the words clearly, but I remembered that Mo Bao should have written it that night. Take a look..."
The old man's tone began to choke as he recalled, "That night, Mo Bao said there was no one outside? He wanted to help me go, but I didn't have the strength at the time, and I fainted soon. In a daze, I heard the child crying.
, ran out...
I was wondering if he went out to find help? Or was Li Xiangwan transferred outside?
How could it be...lost?" Shen Tang's eyes filled with tears and she pursed her lips and said nothing.
Wen Ning's heartbeat tightened, and he unfolded the crumpled piece of paper. It was stained with mud, and the child's handwriting was crookedly displayed in his eyes.
In an instant, Wen Ning's hand began to tremble slightly.
Through difficult identification, she recognized that it was a sentence written by Mo Bao to her!
"Mommy, if something unexpected happens to me, don't be sad.
If you want to save grandma, I will bravely protect her and won't let her die here!
I'm out, I'm brave, I will love you forever, if the worst happens... I'm really gone, I hope to be your good boy in the next life."
Wen Ning suddenly pressed the note tightly, and the huge grief invaded her heart in an instant, causing her to take a sharp breath and fall down at the end of the bed, exhausted.
"Ning Ning?" Shen Tang stood up and saw that her expression was really wrong, so he quickly asked, "What did the child write?"
"It's nothing." Wen Ning shook his head gently, tears streaming down his eyes, his fair face falling into the cold pool, his heart almost shattered by Mo Bao's words.
What nonsense are you talking about in the next life? He will be fine. No!
But he couldn't be found for three or four days. If Li Xiangwan knew the whereabouts of his child, why would he conceal it despite Li Beichen's pressure?
Wen Ning's heart suddenly felt like a grave, and he couldn't find any way out.
Is her calligraphy treasure really gone?
She doesn't believe it...!
Unable to control her emotions, she hurriedly stood up and pursed her lips and said, "Auntie, I'm going out for a while. Jiujiu, you obediently stay here with grandma for the infusion."
After leaving the hospital, Wen Ning let her tears fall and stood dazed in the rain. She called Huo Ling again as if asking for help.
Huo Ling was used to the twenty or thirty calls she received every day. He answered her calls patiently and told her apologetically, "Sorry, Wen Ning, we have searched all over and there is nothing yet..."
Wen Ning became short of breath and fainted.
When she woke up again, she found herself lying in the apartment with Li Beichen standing next to the bed.
The man was wearing a dark suit, and his face was obviously stern, but he could not hide the traces of paleness and fatigue. His tall figure blocked half of the window light.
The darkness in the room makes people feel even more depressed.
Li Beichen clutched the note that was taken from her hand tightly in his big hand. When he saw the handwriting left by Mo Bao, he also collapsed.
He hasn't officially met his son yet, and he finally learned of his existence, but he disappeared.
He and Huo Ling have been searching in person these days, and he has been thinking about how he should explain to Wen Ning?
With his throat rolling, the man lowered his body and tried to hold her fragile shoulders with his big hands, "Wen Ning..."
The woman was cold and indifferent and opened his hand almost immediately.
She moved a little further inside, turned her head, her cold eyes covered with sadness, and said to herself, "The child can't be found, right?
You have been searching for so many days, but you still can't find out from Li Xiangwan."
"It's only been three days, it won't happen!" Li Beichen stared at her deeply, assuring her and giving her hope.
"It's all your fault." Wen Ning lowered his eyes and raised his eyes again, his eyes sad and distant, "He wouldn't have been lost, as long as you had saved him earlier, earlier, or you didn't believe Li Xiangwan! "
Li Beichen was stagnated by her reproach.
She looked soft and delicate, and spoke softly, but every word carried weight, almost sentencing him to death.
He knew that he was too late, even if he solved the three-year misunderstanding with her and all the truths that Li Xiangwan had fabricated.
But Mo Bao's disappearance made everything too late.
The woman looked at him, full of disappointment, despair, and anger.
"I will continue to look for Mo Bao, Ning Ning, please eat some porridge first to cushion your stomach, don't make your body unable to bear it..." The man turned away his deep eyes and coaxed her to speak.
Zhu Yaoyuan brought the porridge in. He didn't know if he should give it to Li Beichen for a moment. Looking at him, he wanted to feed Ningning himself.
"Go away! And don't come back again. I don't want to see you for the time being."
Wen Ning turned his head and couldn't help blaming him. His delicate back was obviously much thinner and full of coldness and resentment towards him.
Li Beichen's face froze, the blood all over his body seemed to have been washed away by her, and his throat was dry and blocked. She even hated him so much that she didn't want to see him anymore?
He smiled bitterly in his heart, frowned coldly, and refused to leave.
The cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang, and before the man realized it,
Forced by his cold aura, Zhu Yaoyuan had no choice but to remind in a low voice, "Mr. Li, someone called you?"
When Li Beichen saw that the call was from Shen Tang's attending expert, and it was so urgent, he frowned slightly and had to go out to answer the call.
Over there, the attending expert's tone was tight, "Mr. Li, can you come to the hospital as soon as possible?"
Your mother's blood test results came out and we found a big problem. She is not very optimistic..."
"What did you say?" Like a shock of cold water, Li Beichen frowned. He quickly glanced at Wen Ning's bedroom, strode out of the apartment with long legs, and said with a serious face, "I'll be there soon!"