Chapter 578: Warm treasure, I am hurting 228

At that time, the child was lying on the window sill, her eyes staring at the closed window door. She heard the lost voice of Xiaojie’s brother outside, and slowly lowered her head and buried her little face between her hands. The little guy clung to his little purple-spotted hand and was uncomfortable.
I am so scared.
No child will be afraid of such a thing, as if by night, he has become a little monster.
See a little monster.
She didn't even dare to meet her little Jane.
I don't know how long it took, the number of warmth pushed open the door and came in. The number of warmth saw the little guy squatting on the window sill and didn't move. He walked over and whispered, and the young child looked at her with no spirit and looked soft. Mian weakly called: "Mother..."
Qing Qing rarely yelled at her mother-in-law, and she heard the soft voice of the little guy, and a heart was hurting. She sat down on the side of the little guy and touched the childish Head, "Mother is in, are we going to have something to eat?"
It’s natural that I can’t eat it, but I’m still at the head, holding a warm neck and asking her to hold herself.
Because yesterday when the childish meal was spit, the number of warm and fearful childishness did not have an appetite, then prepared some light medicated diet, but this is so, the childish or just eat a few mouthfuls and said that can not eat, let the number of warmth I don’t know what to do.
Not long after eating the food, Qing began to shout foot pain, and the pain could not move, but even went away.
The little guy shut himself in the dormitory, curled up into a group leaning against the corner of the bed, holding his own two calves, bowed his head, and the red-eyed eyeballs looked at the purple-spotted toes. Childish stretched out a small hand and touched it, it hurts.
It hurts day by day.
A few warm-up drugs came over and gently pushed the unlocked door open. The sleeping hall was quiet, and there was no other sound. Although it was during the day, because the window door was closed, the light in the temple was bleak. When the number of warmth went in, I slammed the lamp, and then I saw the tearful little childish huddled in the corner of the bed.
The number of warmth sees the childishness, and even her own is almost collapsed.
She shouted a childish, childish but refused to reach out and hugged her, just clutching the quilt on her body, not wanting to let the warmth see her little hands and feet are purple spots.
A few warmth, I saw the little guy’s eyelids with light pink, holding a pair of misty eyes and staring at her with tears. She is a warm daughter. How can I not know how to warm up? The fear and sadness of the little man.
She sat down at the bed and looked at Xiao Qingzhi: "Children, is it hurting?"
Qing child bowed his head and blinked his eyes and whispered with a nasal sound.
A few warm attempts to take off the quilt on the young child, the childishness did not struggle, wait for the quilt to fall down, the number of warm feet to see the little guy and the two small feet, the original white enamel A small piece of purple spot.
A few warm eyes were slightly red, and I reached out and touched the little guy's toes. "Baby, is it painful?"
The childish baby nodded, and she was reluctant to say anything.
The number of warmth held the little guy in his arms and closed his eyes tightly, almost unable to breathe.
The childish softness lingered in her arms, nothing to look at, holding a warm neck, relying on the ground for a while, coughing a few times, screamingly asked: "The number is warm, I am not going to die Up..."