Si Ting is very sensible and would play tricks with the old man in the past. Even if he doesn't fully understand what happened recently, he is much more well-behaved. In addition, his father told him before leaving that he must listen to his grandfather and uncle, and he kept it all in mind.

"Well. Then I won't quarrel with grandpa. If grandpa misses me, call me over." He turned around, propped his two fleshy arms on the bed, and wanted to crawl down.

Seeing his movements, Yuan Che directly picked him up, then turned and walked towards the door.

Go to his room and put him down, then bent down to look at him and said, "What do you want to eat, I'll ask someone to order a takeaway and deliver it, how about it?"

I thought he would nod happily, but unexpectedly he shook his head, "No, Dad said, don't bother others unless necessary. Grandpa is the most important thing now, uncle, go and take care of Grandpa!"

It was obviously a childish voice, but when he said such old and dull words, Yuan Che didn't know what to say for a while, and his heart was filled to the brim.

He used to think that children are a very troublesome creature, and he has to take care of them and create all kinds of annoying things endlessly, but after getting along these days, he found that children are still possible On the one hand, in many of your moments of vulnerability, it can heal your heart.

Such a soft and small body has great strength, you feel that you are taking care of him, but most of the time, he is more able to take care of your emotions.

"Well, be good!" She hugged him gently, feeling that her small soft body gave him a lot of energy.

He glanced sideways at the red dots on his neck. They were scattered irregularly. They looked faint, like cinnabar moles, but they were not.

He remembered very clearly that there were no such things on Si Ting's neck before, that is to say, they appeared in the past few days, and it is not clear when exactly.

I don't know what this thing is, but he always feels that it has something to do with this virus.

In the whole manor, only Si Ting has nothing to do, oh, and Si Yao.

But he came late and left after only two days. He had no reference, but Si Ting was different.

Si Ting has been eating and living with them all the time, but all the people in this garden have more or less symptoms, only he doesn't, he is still alive and kicking, can eat and sleep.

Gently opened his hands, and touched his forehead worriedly, the temperature is normal.

On the day Si Yao came to pick him up, he had a fever. At that time, they all thought that Si Ting was going to be infected, but after his fever subsided, nothing happened. They didn't think much of it at the time. Could it be that the fever In fact, it was a symptom of infection, but he just got over it on his own?

He couldn't figure it out. Even though he had treated so many patients, he had never faced such a situation. He didn't have any past medical history to refer to, so he could only rely on his own little exploration.

I got up and went back to the old man's room. As soon as I stepped through the door, I was shocked by the scene inside.

"Second Grandpa!" He exclaimed, rushed to the bed, and looked at the old man half lying on the edge of the bed.

On the ground, there was a large pool of blood.

The old man just lay there, gasping for breath, with wet blood stains on the corner of his lips. Obviously, after he left with Si Ting, the old man vomited blood, and he looked very serious.

Seeing the old man like this, Yuan Che was terribly worried. Just now he naively thought that the old man was getting better and his physical condition was gradually recovering, but he didn't expect that he was holding on. It's not good.

The calmness and ease that he looked just now were all supported by his willpower.

He didn't want the little guy to see his emaciated appearance, didn't want to scare the child, didn't want him to see this side of himself, so he just gritted his teeth and held on, but he actually thought that he would get better.

How naive and stupid!

Yuan Che hated himself from the bottom of his heart, blaming himself for being careless, and then carefully supported the old man, grabbed his wrist with one hand and took his pulse. His breath was very chaotic, and the pulse was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, which felt very dangerous.

"Second Grandpa!" He choked, wanting to say something, but couldn't.

"It doesn't matter!" After exhaling, the old man said, "Towel!"

Yuan Che hurriedly got up and went to get a towel. After moistening it, he brought it over and took two, one wet and one dry. JrNovels.com