Jian Yunnao's life has not been easy these days, and some things have almost destroyed all his beliefs.
He followed his elder brother like a zombie, feeling no meaning in his life.
If it weren't for the knowledge that his hand might be healed, he might not even have the courage to live.
And now, another piece of good news has arrived, his surgery has been confirmed.
Jian Yunnao smiled.
Laughed and cried again.
Jian's father, Jian's mother, and Jian Yuncheng looked at him with solemn expressions, but at the same time there was a hint of peace of mind.
After a while, Jian Yunao's mood calmed down, and Jian Shulu said to Jian Yuncheng:
"This matter must be handled well. If the operation is really successful, we really want to thank the top surgeon."
"I know." Jian Yuncheng knew what to do without any additional reminder from Jian Shulu.
After the work is completed, the top surgeon's compensation will definitely be huge.
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Early the next morning, Jian Yiling did not get up on time as usual.
Mrs. Jian went to Jian Yiling's room and knocked on the door, but no one answered.
"My dear, did you oversleep?"
"My dear, grandma is a little worried. Grandma has come in."
Mrs. Jian saw that no one answered, so she opened the door.
In a pink room, on a princess bed, a small body curled up on the bed, with a small bulge in the quilt.
The old lady hurriedly stepped forward, lifted some quilts, touched Jian Yiling's forehead, and was startled.
"Why is it so hot?"
The old lady quickly called out: "Yu Min! Old man! Yu Min! Come here quickly!"
Jian Yumin was in the next room. He was sleeping in at this time. When he heard the old lady's anxious shouts, he ran over wearing dark gray pajamas and didn't even have time to put on his shoes.
"Yu Min, little boy has a fever! Everyone is so feverish!"
Got a fever
Jian Yumin quickly stepped forward and took Jian Yiling out of the quilt.
In a hurry, he grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around Jian Yiling.
"Let the driver drive."
Jian Yumin gave instructions while carrying Jian Yiling downstairs.
"Well… "
Feeling someone hugging her, Jian Yiling began to resist while half asleep, and her body struggled restlessly.
"Be good, it's brother, it's brother. You have a fever. Brother will carry you to the hospital. Don't be afraid. Brother won't bully you."
Jian Yumin thought that his impression of Jian Yiling was so bad that she started to struggle when he held her.
Jian Yumin comforted Jian Yiling while holding Jian Yiling in the car.
The old lady hurriedly followed, not caring that the old man hadn't followed yet, so she hurriedly asked the driver to go to the hospital first.
On the way, the old lady asked the driver to just drive. No matter how many tickets he got, it wouldn't be a problem.
Jian Yumin looked at Jian Yiling, who was still restless in his arms and whose brows were tightly knitted together for some unknown reason, with a solemn expression.
His sister's weight was lighter than he thought, and her soft little body in his arms seemed to hurt her if he exerted any force.
This was the first time she didn't cry when he hugged her, but in this case, she might as well cry.
When I got to the hospital, I saw a doctor. It was a common cold and fever, with a body temperature of 39 and a half degrees, and gastroenteritis.
The doctor quickly prescribed medicine for Jian Yiling and put him on an intravenous drip.
After a while, Jian Yiling's frown gradually relaxed, but her palm-sized face was still pale and bloodless.