Ou Ming's father's words convinced Qiao Ziqing.
However, several hours later, Ou Ming was still lying on the bed motionless.
Looking at the time, it was already past eleven o'clock. Qiao Ziqing knew that Ou Ming had not eaten since yesterday morning.
I'm relying entirely on intravenous drips to keep myself going. How can I continue like this
Qiao Ziqing walked to Ou Ming's bed, gently pushed Ou Ming, and shouted, "Xiao Ou, get up and eat."
Ou Ming was lying on the hospital bed, motionless.
The water had just been hung up and the nurse came forward to help Ou Ming remove the needle.
But Ou Ming never moved.
Qiao Ziqing felt heartbroken when seeing this. He sat next to his son, covering his mouth and not daring to cry out loud. His shoulders moved slightly, but he couldn't hide his heavy breathing.
Ou Ming seemed to raise his head and opened his eyes.
However, there was still nothing in those eyes.
No brilliance, empty and lifeless.
When Qiao Ziqing saw Ou Ming's eyes, he quickly stood up, bit his fist, and pinched his hand hard, for fear that he would cry out.
Although Ou Ming is deaf, his hearing is miraculously very good.
Hearing this extremely suppressed sobbing, Ou Ming closed his eyes and said, "When can I be discharged from the hospital?"
When Qiao Ziqing heard Ou Ming finally speak, he opened his mouth to speak, but as soon as he took his hand away, he burst into tears.
At the same time, I wanted to speak, but I couldn't say anything.
"When you are well, you can be discharged from the hospital." Ou Huojin came in with a new meal in his hand and said, "Now your first priority is to take care of your body. No matter what, you must try to eat. Even if you have no appetite, you must eat a little."
When Qiao Ziqing saw her husband, she grabbed his hand, suppressed her sobs, and cried like a baby.
Ou Huojin patted her hands gently, looked at Ou Ming, and said, "I know you don't like the hospital, but you can't be discharged yet. Your eyes are likely to recover. If you continue like this, maybe they won't recover."
Ou Ming remained indifferent when he heard this.
Ou Huojin said earnestly: "Xiao Ou, you are also 31 years old. After the New Year, you will be 32 years old. You should be more sensible. You are such a grown-up. Don't make your parents worry."
"Got it," Ou Ming said without looking up or opening his eyes, "You guys can go back. Don't worry about me. I'll eat when I'm hungry."
"No, eat now, Xiaoou, eat now. Mom is begging you to eat something, okay?" Qiao Ziqing opened the lunch box and said, "This is the dish made by Sister Gui. Don't you like Sister Gui's cooking? Come on, try some?"
As he spoke, he held the bowl and handed it towards Ou Ming.
Ou Ming rolled over in annoyance, rolled up his quilt, and said, "You guys are so annoying. I don't want to eat."
Qiao Ziqing's action of handing over the bowl stopped in mid-air.
Her son actually found her annoying.
Qiao Ziqing felt a stab in the heart and felt sad.
As soon as Wen Fenglin came over, he saw this scene.
He sighed secretly in his heart and shouted, "Xiao Qiao, if the child doesn't want to eat, let him starve."
Hearing this, Ou Huojin looked at Wen Fenglin with some displeasure and said, "Old Wen, he's not your son, so it's okay, right?"
"How can you say that? It's not my fault that your child has fallen into this state."
(End of this chapter)