Sheng Yeshen buried his head low, his mind filled with the terrible thought "Mom doesn't want him".

Seeing that the two children didn't respond, Mu Qiqi thought it was because they didn't understand the meaning of going to school, so she explained softly: "Baby, you are four years old and you are going to kindergarten. There are many children the same age as you. You can play games together.

, play with toys together..."

Sheng Yeshen could no longer hear anything her mother said, and there was only a curse in her mind that was shouting wildly.

Mom doesn't want him anymore.

Mom wants to send him away.

Mom doesn't like him...

"Ah - ah!" Sheng Yeshen suddenly shouted, throwing the chopsticks in his hand hard, and waving his little hands to knock over the rice porridge in front of him.

The rice porridge was all over Sheng Xingjin's body. She didn't realize that something was wrong with Sheng Yeshen, so she complained softly: "Oh, brother, what are you doing!"

Sheng Yechen ignored it and kept shouting, completely out of control.

Sheng Yunye's heart tightened. Knowing that his son was ill, he quickly asked Sheng Xingjin to come over first and called Sheng Yeshen's name loudly: "Yunchen! Be quiet!"

Sheng Yeshen still couldn't hear, and he swept away all the plates in front of him frantically, with a very ferocious expression, as if there was some savage beast in front of him, and he was using his small body to resist it.

In just a few seconds, the entire table was in a mess.

"Chen Bao!" As a doctor, Mu Qiqi knew that Sheng Yeshen was ill. She didn't care about anything at the moment and ran over to hold the struggling child in her arms!

"Ah - ah!" Sheng Yeshen lost all sense and swung his hands around, slapping Mu Qiqi on the face.

Mu Qiqi didn't care at all, and she didn't mind that Sheng Yechen was covered in rice porridge and vegetable soup. She held him tightly in her arms and comforted him: "Chen Bao, Chen Bao, mother is here, Chen Bao. I am mother, Chen Bao."

Don't be afraid, Chen Bao is fine..."

"Ah! Ahhh!!" Sheng Yeshen roared with difficulty, his eyes blurred, and his face even turned red because he shouted too hard.

Mu Qiqi kissed his cheek distressedly, restrained his frantically scratching hands with brute force, and called him one after another: "Chen Bao, be good, Chen Bao be obedient, Chen Bao, I am your mother!"

The familiar voice made Sheng Yeshen's struggle gradually lessen. Sheng Yunye, who was about to call the doctor, stopped when he saw this, hesitated for a few seconds, and never made the call.

Seeing that it was working, Mu Qiqi called Sheng Yeshen even more gently.

Finally, Sheng Yeshen's dark pupils gradually regained focus.

"Mom, mom, mom!" Sheng Yechen sobbed, his expression was very painful, and it was obvious that he had not calmed down completely.

He couldn't say anything unnecessary, he just hugged Mu Qiqi tightly with his little hands and shed tears.

Mu Qiqi held him and walked back and forth in the living room, comforting him tirelessly: "Be good, baby, don't be afraid, mommy is here..."

"Mom..." Sheng Yeshen buried her little head in the crook of Mu Qiqi's neck and returned to her usual well-behaved self.

"It's okay, it's okay."

"Be good, honey, let's take a bath. It's so sticky and uncomfortable, right?"

"Yeah." Sheng Yeshen was still in a scared mood, and his voice was as light as a milk cat.

"Yun Ye, give me some water and I'll give him a bath."

Sheng Yunye glanced at his watch subconsciously, and Chen Bao calmed down in just forty minutes.

This was the fastest time Sheng Yeshen calmed down when he got sick.

In the past, when children got sick, they would not wake up at all for a day or two.

It can range from making the world turn upside down, or it can range from being given a sedative and anesthesia injection to being comatose for a day or two before waking up.

More than a dozen top psychiatrists took turns to provide guidance and comfort, but the results were always unsatisfactory.

Only Mu Qiqi could lead Sheng Yeshen to escape from those horrors with just a few words.

Mu Qiqi quickly gave Sheng Yeshen a bath, but the child was still in a low mood during the process.

Mu Qiqi didn't ask why he suddenly lost control. She washed and wiped him clean and gave him a fragrant and soft milk bun pendant.

"Mom, hold me!" The little guy begged cautiously with his big eyes flashing. How could Mu Qiqi have the heart to refuse? She kept hugging him and never let go.

When the two of them came out of the shower, the living room was back to normal, and there was no mess in sight.

There was millet porridge in the pot, and Mu Qiqi fed Sheng Yeshen a little. After eating, the child lay in her arms and took a nap, like a lazy cat, pulling her neck tightly, for fear that she would run away.

Mu Qiqi's heart was full of tenderness: "Be good, sleep for a while, mom won't leave."

Sheng Yeshen closed his eyes obediently, and soon heard the sound of even breathing.

Seeing that his son finally regained his composure, Sheng Yunye walked over and stretched out his hand: "I'll hold him -"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mu Qiqi: "Something's wrong, Chen Bao has a fever."

Sheng Yunye turned around to get the thermometer. In just a few seconds, Sheng Yeshen's body trembled and twitched uncontrollably. Mu Qiqi tried to wake him up, but to no avail.

The child's forehead was extremely hot, at least 39 degrees upward, and his body was twitching more and more, which looked particularly scary.

"I'm calling an ambulance!" Sheng Yunye's heart suddenly started to relax again, and his expression was tense and full of worry.

This was not the first time this happened to Sheng Yeshen. Even if he went to the hospital, there was nothing he could do. He just wanted some comfort.

"It's too late, I know acupuncture, Yun Ye, do you believe me?" Mu Qiqi's face was solemn.

Although he didn't know that Mu Qiqi had medical skills, Sheng Yunye nodded without hesitation: "I believe you."

"Okay, come with me."

Mu Qiqi quickly went upstairs with her child in her arms, and Sheng Yunye followed closely behind, holding the frightened Sheng Xingjin.

Arriving in the bedroom, Mu Qiqi laid the twitching Sheng Yeshen flat on the bed and took out a yellow wooden box from the bedside mezzanine.

The needle removal and disinfection were completed in one go, and the needles were administered without too many words.

Mu Qiqi's acupuncture movements are very fluent and skillful, and her expression is calm and calm, revealing the demeanor of a great doctor.

Sheng Yunye was surprised and shocked.

Mu Qiqi has such superb medical skills, why didn't he find anything when he checked the information?

Under Mu Qiqi's treatment, Sheng Yeshen's trembling and twitching body gradually stabilized, and his body temperature gradually dropped.

"Okay, it's okay." After taking the last injection, Mu Qiqi finally breathed out a sigh of relief, and there was already a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

"Thank you for your hard work." Sheng Yunye felt distressed and grateful, and secretly made up his mind to keep Mu Qiqi by his side and take care of her for the rest of her life.

Sheng Yeshen slowly opened his eyes, and Mu Qiqi's small reflection appeared in the dark pupils. He crawled over and clung to her arms, closed his eyes again and fell asleep.

Mu Qiqi felt distressed and moved, so she adjusted him into a comfortable position so that he could sleep well.

Sheng Yunye put down Sheng Xingjin, turned around and went downstairs silently, and appeared with a bowl of millet porridge. He opened his mouth and said, "You have been busy for so long, let me feed you something!"

Mu Qiqi's eyes widened, what did she hear?

Sheng Xingjin stared at him, Dad, you promised not to feed me!?


Chapter completed!