Women disguised as men as school grass

Chapter 1196
It is a miracle that after experiencing those inhuman tortures, he can still have such an optimistic personality.

Wang Jiaohua almost turned over the villa before finally finding out the medicine box.

"Uncle, let's deal with the wound first."

Wang Jiaohua was a little worried and bled a lot.

Ling Yiyong glanced at Han Ling who was slumped on the sofa and weeping silently.

She nodded towards Wang Jiaohua.

Wang Jiaohua sterilized the wound on his forehead, bandaged it with a band-aid, and then set off to tidy up the living room.

Han Ling made such a fuss, the living room was almost destroyed.

Han Ling stood up feebly, and bent over to pick up the fragments of the broken antique vase.

"I'll clean it up."

Han Ling said weakly.

Wang Jiaohua is just Ling Weifeng's friend, and she is very grateful to take care of Ling Weifeng at this time, how can she mess up the hall by herself and let others clean it up.

"Auntie, I'll be fine. You go and have a rest first."

"No, I'm troubling you, I'll do it myself."

"Auntie, don't move. I'll do it. I've done this kind of thing since I was a child, and it will be very fast."

Wang Jiaohua forcefully helped Han Ling up, and then pushed her onto the sofa.

"Let me clean it up, you two go up and accompany Xiaofeng." Ling Yiyong said.

"No need, I'll do it."

Wang Jiaohua refused, then quickly turned around to clean up.

Han Ling glanced at Wang Jiaohua gratefully, thinking that this girl is really nice.

It's a pity that she has no son, otherwise it would be good to marry as a daughter-in-law.

After sitting for a while, when her mood stabilized, Han Ling went upstairs to see Ling Weifeng.

Sitting by the bed, looking at her daughter who was full of fear in her dreams, her heart was pierced.

Silently wipe away tears.

Ling Yiyong stood at the door, not daring to approach.

Looking at the two women who were suffering so much, it was tantamount to Ling Chi to him.

He didn't even have the courage to go in and have a look.

It took Wang Jiaohua almost an hour to clean up the living room.

She beat her somewhat stiff waist twice, and was about to sit down and take a rest when the phone rang.

It's Fang Jiming's call.

Fang knew that she was with Ling Weifeng, but he was also very worried about Ling Weifeng.

After asking about the situation and telling her not to be too tired, she hung up.

Wang Jiaohua went to the kitchen and heated up the three dishes and one soup.

She didn't know if Ling Yiyong and Han Ling had eaten, so she made two more dishes.

The three of them sat at the dinner table without any appetite.

"Has Xiaofeng eaten yet?" Han Ling's tone was a little flimsy, sounding ethereal and weak.

Wang Jiaohua shook her head.

When I cried and cried, I fell asleep without a drop of water.

Han Ling put down the dishes and had no appetite at all.

Ling Yiyong frowned, and said cautiously, "A Ling, the doctor asked you to add more nutrition."

Originally, she was weak and couldn't be discharged from the hospital at all, but she insisted on seeing her daughter.

What's wrong with not eating now.

But don't let the small ones get better, and the big ones fall down again.

Han Ling didn't even give him a look, she just looked at the white rice in front of her absent-mindedly.

Wang Jiaohua hesitated, "Auntie, if you don't eat, if you get sick, who will take care of Xiaofeng?"

Han Ling had no appetite, but these words touched her heart.

I burst into tears.

However, he still took a deep breath, picked up the bowl and ate in small mouthfuls.

Ling Yiyong wanted to serve her food, but he was afraid that she would be disgusted.

She could only look at Wang Jiaohua for help.

Wang Jiaohua understood, and put a piece of chicken into Han Ling's bowl, "Auntie, when Xiaofeng wakes up, if she sees you so haggard, she will be even more sad."

(End of this chapter)