Doomsday housewives: the head of the family does not bow down

Chapter 132

Xiao Zai was luckier than Gu Zhenxi. People around him survived the high fever, such as his mother, Si Mian, and Zheng Junyong.

But Gu Zhenxi was very scared, because the people around him were not so lucky.

He had seen what it felt like to have a loved one die in front of him, and he didn't want to experience it again.

Mu Cang wiped the faces and limbs of Tan Mingyu and Uncle Niu with a wet towel. Seeing the worried looks of the two children, he greeted, "What are you doing in a daze, you two can help!"

Only then did Xiao Zai and Gu Zhenxi come back to their senses, and hurriedly helped to wipe it off.

The children's movements are very gentle, but their expressions are very serious.

When Si Mian returned, he didn't see Mu Cang in the driver's seat at a glance, and jumped into the car in three steps and two times in shock.

It wasn't until he saw the busy scene in the back seat that his heart suddenly fell back into his stomach.

Gu Gu Xi raised his head when he heard the movement, and immediately said pleasantly: "It's the doctor brother who is back."

Mu Cang was so tired that a thin layer of sweat formed on his face. After measuring his body temperature, he found that Tan Mingyu and Uncle Niu hadn't descended at all. Seeing that Si Mian had finally returned, he hurriedly vacated his seat and said, "Si Mian, take a look, Tan Mingyu and Uncle Niu Uncle has a fever."

Si Mian's expression was very calm, and she said, "It's okay, it's a normal reaction."

As soon as he said this, several people in the back seat were relieved at the same time.

Simian took out a small acupuncture kit from his leather backpack. He chose to inject the acupuncture first on Tan Mingyu, who was the most seriously injured.

Mu Cang held his breath, not daring to disturb him, and at the same time made a silent gesture to Gu Zhenxi and Xiao Zai.

The two children nodded understandingly, neither daring to make any big moves.

Simian was so focused on this needle movement that time seemed to have stopped.

It wasn't until half an hour later that he took a deep breath and slowly closed the needle.

Lu Youran had already been between the funeral car and the ambulance, and often went back and forth twice. Seeing this, she hurriedly climbed on the window grille and asked, "How is it? How is it? Are you feeling better?"

Simian did not give an absolute answer, only said: "Soon."

Mu Cang put his hand on Tan Mingyu's forehead and said in astonishment, "The fever is gone!"

Gu Gu Xi and Xiao Zai's two small hands were almost simultaneously attached to Uncle Niu's forehead, and they both said repeatedly: "It's not hot anymore, it's not hot anymore, it's not hot anymore."

Mu Cang raised his eyes, stared at Simian, and praised with a half-smile: "Now the medical school has such a wide range of teaching contents..."

Si Mian rubbed her nose, knowing she couldn't hide it, "I learned a little from my neighbor's grandfather when I was young."

Mu Cang: "Is this called a little bit?"

His technique of handling needles is not superficial.

Si Mian said again: "Probably... more than ten years, Wei Shuer."

"Over ten years……"

Not to mention Mu Cang, even Lu Youran outside the car opened his mouth wide in shock, and sighed: "It's a medical family that won at the starting line! Your neighbor's grandfather, you can't be a master of Chinese medicine, right?"

Simian put the portable bag back into his backpack, and used one in each hand to check the pulses of Tan Mingyu and Uncle Niu who were in coma.

Mu Cang looked at Si Mian with admiration. She was only 19 years old, and she had been studying needles for more than ten years. Perseverance alone was enough to convince her.

Thinking of this, she unconsciously looked at her son's chubby mallet hands, and sighed, "Zai Zai hasn't even learned how to hold chopsticks yet."

Lu Youran smacked her mouth and said, "Sister, it's not right for you to make such a comparison. Why do parents like to compare other people's children. Let me tell you, little Teddy is definitely a talented child. Or, how about letting him learn medicine from a teacher and be an apprentice to Brother Mian?"

As soon as she mentioned this, not only Xiao Zai, but also Gu Zhenxi looked at Simian with piercing eyes.

Simian thought for a while, being a master meant that he was a step up in seniority compared to being an elder brother.

Before he could decide how to answer, Xiao Zai waved his hand like a grown-up, "Zai Zai doesn't learn how to save people, but Zai Zai wants to learn how to kill people."

Mu Cang slapped Xiao Zai on the forehead, and said angrily, "You little brat, what are you thinking about? What's wrong with studying medicine to save lives?"

"Mom!" Xiao Zai covered his head, glared at his mother angrily, then turned around, carried her on his back, hugged Meow, and cried softly.

When Mucang heard her son cry suddenly, she realized that she was too impulsive. Her face turned red and she rubbed her palms. Her complicated mood could not calm down for a long time.

"Auntie...my brother wants to protect you." It was the first time Gu Zhenxi realized that the gentle Aunt Mu Cang would also get angry, so he patted Xiao Zai's brother on the back and coaxed him softly, "No Cry, don’t cry, brother don’t cry.”

Lu Youran leaned against the car window and said to Mu Cang: "Sister, you are too radical. Little Teddy has this idea. It's not that his thoughts have slipped, it's because of our big environment. These children have no sense of security. That's why I feel that the ability to kill is stronger than the ability to save people. Sis, you are somewhat angry with your mother."

Lu Youran, a freshman in high school, understands the truth, but Mu Cang doesn't understand it, she just... a little flustered, a little, not used to it.

She not only wanted to give the child a clear sky, to cover and protect him forever, but also wanted him to have the strength to fight in this world, to have... the strength to survive after she died.

After Si Mian finished taking her pulse, she stepped directly into the driver's seat and said, "Sister, you can go to the co-pilot to rest for a while. There is a diversion ahead, and it will be our turn. It will take a while. Just take a rest first."

He didn't care about the little awkwardness between the mother and son at all, anyway, it would be sticky again within 10 minutes.

Mu Cang looked at Xiao Zai, who was huddled up in a small ball, and whispered, "I'm sorry, Zai Zai."

Then he sat in the passenger seat silently.

Lu Youran opened her mouth outside the window and asked in a low voice: "Aren't we going to have a meeting?"

Si Mian glanced at the back seat and said, "Everyone needs to be awake for the meeting. Let's wait until Tan Mingyu and Uncle Niu wake up."

"Okay, then I'll go back and take a nap first."

Lu Youran waved at Simian and Mu Cang, then turned and walked towards the funeral car.

As soon as she took two steps, she felt a gaze staring at her.

So he immediately turned around and looked at the back of the ambulance.

Behind the ambulance was a van, and behind the van was a large truck. The front row was full of men, but the gazes of these men were full of ruthlessness.

Is it an illusion?

It's unreasonable to offend people as soon as you hit the road.

Lu Youran shook his head and went straight back to the funeral car without thinking any more.

Soon, a short, thin man grabbed the iron ring under the door and jumped into the truck.

"Brother, we have figured out the situation clearly. The funeral car and the ambulance are the same. There is a fat little girl in the front car. There is also a tender little girl in the car. She is smaller and longer than the fat girl. The two people in the car behind were seriously injured and unconscious, and there were two little boys and a young woman with a very good figure and a pretty face. Oh, and there was also a young man who looked like a 89-year-old college student. It looked like he had seen blood.”

(End of this chapter)