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Chapter 97
"Xingxing, Xingxing, what's wrong with you?" Wang Weijian's wife knelt on the ground, patting her son's body and shouted.

Wang Weijian reached out and touched his son's carotid artery. Although it was weak, there was still a pulse.

"Stop crying, let's get our son to bed. The ground is cold."

The couple worked together to move Wang Xinghua to the bed.

My wife cried and said: "Is my son dying? There is no movement even when I lift him up, wuwu..."

Wang Weijian scolded angrily: "Don't talk nonsense. The child's pulse and heartbeat are fine. What are you talking nonsense about?"

The wife cried: "Then why doesn't the child wake up?"

"The child is tired. Let him have a good sleep. Don't go there. Just stay here and watch over the child." Wang Weijian arranged.

My wife said, "What if the child wakes up and hits me?"

"You can't call me or run?"

The wife reluctantly agreed: "Okay, hubby, please come back soon, I'm afraid."

"Alright, alright."

Wang Weijian hurried downstairs. When he got downstairs, Chu Zhengnan and Wenrou Abei had already left.

He ran to the door and could no longer see Chu Zhengnan's car.

Wang Weijian quickly took out his mobile phone and called Chu Zhengnan: "Zheng Nan, why are you leaving?"

"Sister, we still have something to do. Let's go first. Take good care of Xinghua and call me when you wake up to reassure me." Chu Zhengnan firmly believed that Wenrou could cure Wang Xinghua, but she was still a little worried.

Wang Weijian hung up the phone and quickly went upstairs to his son's room.

The son was still lying quietly on the bed, and his wife was sitting next to him wiping his tears.

Wang Weijian immediately stepped forward and felt that his son's pulse was still there.

He sat on the other side of the bed and watched.

The wife said: "Husband, do you think this girl is reliable? Why is our son still awake? Has she done something to our son?"

"What are you doing? Why can't you even trust Zheng Nan?"

"It's not that I can't believe Zheng Nan, look at my son, there's no movement at all!"

"After working for so long, normal people need to take a good rest, let alone a patient. You should take a good look at your son." Wang Weijian stood up.

My wife quickly asked: "Where are you going?"

Wang Weijian said: "I'm going to get you a glass of water. I've been crying for so long and I didn't bother to drink a glass."

Wang Weijian went downstairs and called Chu Zhengnan again: "Zheng Nan, ask Master, if my son is still awake, should he be sent to the hospital?"

Chu Zhengnan conveyed Wang Weijian’s words.

Wen Ju said: "No, I'll wake up when I've had enough sleep."

Wang Weijian felt anxious after hearing this, but there was nothing he could do. Fortunately, his son's vital signs were obvious, so he poured a glass of water for his wife and carried it upstairs.

Wang Weijian's wife cried while drinking water: "If our son is good or bad, how can we live?"

"You old bitch, why are you always talking nonsense? My son is fine, how can he be bad?"

"But my son is not awake yet."

"Let him sleep for a while, and then chase us both when he wakes up. Aren't you tired from running?"

When my wife heard this, she started crying again.

I'm afraid when my son wakes up, and I'm afraid even if my son doesn't wake up. How can I live like this?
"Husband, can you find an expert to show your son again?"

"Look, if it doesn't get better, of course you have to keep watching. Isn't my son asleep now? Let's wait until his son wakes up and check the situation." Wang Weijian sat down on the other side of the bed.

The couple, one on each side, sat by the bed and looked at their son with sad expressions on their faces.

I sat there from afternoon to evening and had no appetite for dinner. I was in a daze, falling asleep and waking up at other times.

In the middle of the night, Wang Xinghua's body moved and he slowly opened his eyes.There was soft light in the room, and there was a person crawling beside the bed.

"Dad, Mom...Dad, Mom..." Wang Xinghua called twice, but without waking him up, he stretched out his hand to push the father next to him.

Wang Weijian was agitated. He sat up and saw his son lying on the bed looking at him. He was frightened again, fearing that his son would become violent and chase him.

"Dad, why are you and mom sleeping in my room?" Wang Xinghua asked in confusion.

Wang Weijian said excitedly: "My child, are you clear? Are you okay?"

"What's wrong with me?" Wang Xinghua also felt that something was wrong with him. He felt weak all over, his head was buzzing, his mind was in a mess, and his dreams seemed real.

He had scenes in his mind of chasing his parents and beating them, and also of breaking things.

These scenes are certainly not true.

Wang Weijian's eyes were moist: "It's nothing, kid, it's nothing. Dad is so happy that you can get better!"

"Dad, I'm a little hungry." Wang Xinghua originally didn't want to trouble his parents in the middle of the night, but he was really hungry and exhausted.

Wang Weijian hurriedly woke up his wife: "Old lady, wake up quickly, my son is awake!"

The wife was so frightened that she woke up. When she saw her son with his eyes open, he instinctively moved back and almost knocked down the stool under his buttocks.

"Mom, be careful, don't fall." Wang Xinghua reminded.

The wife was surprised and said: "Son, why don't you chase your mother and beat her?"

Wang Xinghua was puzzled: "Mom, am I crazy? Why am I chasing you?"

My wife immediately broke her guard, crawled onto the bed, hugged her son and cried.

Wang Xinghua: "Mom, are all those dream-like scenes in my mind real?"

Wang Weijian hurriedly stopped him and said: "You old woman, what are you talking nonsense about? My son is hungry. Quickly make something to eat so that he can supplement his nutrition."

After confirming many times that her son was indeed normal, my wife ran downstairs with a grin on her face and went to the kitchen to cook for her son.

After the meal was ready, Wang Xinghua wanted to get up to eat, but found that he was almost too weak to do it. It was his father who helped him up.

"Dad, why am I so weak?"

"It's okay, the doctor said you can recover after a while." Wang Weijian helped his son go to the bathroom.

"But I feel like I'm too weak. I can't even breathe when I walk. Dad, why am I so weak? Am I seriously ill?"

Considering that the Taoist paper cannot cover the fire, Wang Weijian said: "Yes, you were indeed ill for a while, but you are better now. You just need to take care of yourself."

When Wang Xinghua washed his hands, he looked up and saw himself in the mirror and was almost frightened to death: "Dad! This...is this me? How could I become like this?"

Wang Xinghua in the mirror looked haggard and thin, with bruises and bruises on his face.

Wang Weijian said: "It's okay, kid, as long as you get better, you will soon become the handsome boy you were before."

Wang Xinghua said: "Dad, are all the vague scenes in my mind real? Aren't they my dreams?"

Wang Xinghua replayed the scene of chasing his parents repeatedly in his mind.

Wang Weijian said: "Child, don't think about it, it's because you are sick. If you are cured, you will get better together!"

……

The next day, the first thing Wang Weijian did when he woke up was to go see his son. He found that his son was fine, so he went downstairs to call Chu Zhengnan: "Zheng Nan, can you tell me what is wrong with my son?" ?”

Chu Zhengnan said: "I really don't know. Sister Wenrou didn't tell me. Is Xinghua okay?"

"Okay, okay, I just had some food, but I'm very vague about what he did. I can't remember a lot of it."

Chu Zhengnan said: "As long as the child gets better, don't mention the past things."

Wang Weijian said: "Zheng Nan, I want to thank the master in person. Can you make an appointment for me?"

(End of this chapter)