Reborn peasant spicy daughter-in-law

Chapter 1203 Extra Story: Commemorative Chapter 11
"Child..." Song Wanyu heard Song Nian's cry and spoke with difficulty.

"Don't worry about the child, you lie down quickly, I'll call the doctor!"

After Mo Zhanhao wiped the blood for her, when he walked to the door, Song Huizhen who heard the cry had already run over, and when he got to the bedside, he found Wanyu vomiting blood, so he sat down quickly, "Oh, what's going on? Don't be afraid, mom will send you to the hospital right now."

After Song Nian's quarrel, the family members drove and took children with them, and rushed to take Song Wanyu to the hospital. Only after the examination did they find out that her stable condition had suddenly deteriorated, and she had to be hospitalized for observation immediately. Life is in danger at any time.

One night passed, but the sky was still dark. Mo Zhanhao looked at the unconscious figure on the hospital bed, and his heart seemed to sink to the bottom of the valley. It was the beginning of July, and the sky in the capital was gray. The raindrops hit the glass windows, as if there would never be a moment to stop.

"Ringlingling~~" The assistant's phone number was displayed on the phone, Mo Zhanhao took it out to look at it, and pressed it irritably, but the other party persisted in calling in, and finally turned off the phone and threw it in the corner.

Slowly, his nose became blocked for some reason, Mo Zhanhao frowned, and reached out to caress the other's face, "Wanyu, can you hear me? Wake up, okay?"

However, the only answer to him was the cold sound of the instrument, and the pale face of the other party. He closed his eyes, slowly closed his fingers into fists, turned around and covered his face—what else could he do, what else could he do? keep her?
"Little Hao."

Suddenly, a soft sigh came from behind, Mo Zhanhao sniffed and came to the bed, cheered up and held her hand, "I'm here, I'm here."

Song Wanyu's head was so heavy that she couldn't move, she could only turn her eyes in his direction, with a slender eyebrow slightly furrowed, "Don't cry, I don't want you to cry."

"I didn't cry." Mo Zhanhao twitched the corner of his mouth, his fingers trembling while holding her, "You'll be fine, we still have to go on a trip... When the weather clears up after a while, we'll go on an outing, go, Go to the park."

"Okay." When she spoke, she seemed to be a little bit exhausted. "I haven't worn the skirt you bought for me last time. I can wear it when the weather is cold."

"Well, I have to buy you a lot of skirts, every color..."

"……What about the rest?"

"They're outside." Because Song Nian was disobedient, Song Huizhen had no choice but to take them out so that she wouldn't cause others to rest. After Mo Zhanhao finished speaking, he kissed Wanyu on the forehead, "Wait a minute, I Go find them."

Song Jiande was getting old and was dozing off outside. Song Huizhen took Song Nian and didn't know where he was going. Lei Ting was not at home last night and probably would arrive later, so Mo Zhanhao had to let Mr. Song go in first.

Seeing his granddaughter lying on the bed, Song Jiande gently held her hand, "Wanyu, grandpa is here, are you okay? I'll ask Aunt Gui to cook what you want to eat." He was discharged from the army earlier this year. Originally, I thought I would be able to enjoy the family happiness at home in the future, but Wanyu turned out like this, how can I make people feel at ease?
"Grandpa, I'm fine." Song Wanyu said softly, but her breathing became more and more difficult, she slowly moved her gaze to the ceiling, "Grandpa, I know you don't like Xiaohao, but you still let him stay with me , thank you, Grandpa, you are the person who loves me the most in this world."

"Silly boy, why don't you thank me? Grandpa doesn't want you to thank me. Grandpa wants you to get well soon. We played half of the game of chess yesterday. We have to continue playing when we go back. There is also Xiaohao. Grandpa doesn't dislike him. He treats you well, grandpa likes him, and grandpa still thinks about how many children you have to show off to Lao Li's family... Wanyu, good granddaughter, you won't let grandpa down, will you?"

"Yeah." Song Wanyu closed her eyes, but a line of tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, quickly sinking into her hair...

When Qin Sang received the news, Wanyu had already been issued a critical illness notice. She didn't expect it to happen so suddenly, and Ji Yan went on a business trip because of Hong Kong's return, so she had to bring Ji Yiming over by herself, running all the way, directly Arrived at the hospital.

At this time, Wanyu had been admitted to the hospital for three days. When Qin Sang saw her, her eyes were blank and her body had lost a lot of weight. Her heart began to throb, "Wanyu, what's wrong with you? Haven't you been fine all this time? "

"Qin Sang, you're here." Song Wanyu's voice seemed to be struggling, "I have a lot to say to you, first of all I want to thank you for always supporting me and spending so many good times with me, I am really happy to meet you..."

Qin Sang shook her head, tears streaming down her face, and put her thin palms together in his own, "I'm also very happy to meet you, so you need to get better soon, you know?"

Ji Yiming also said beside him, "Godmother, I'm still waiting for you to be my bride. You can't be sick. If you're sick, you can't be a beautiful bride."

Song Wanyu was amused by him, and said softly, "Yiming, in the eyes of the godmother, you are a very obedient child. From now on... ahem, you must be obedient and be a useful person, you know?"

Ji Yiming nodded, "I will work hard to grow up, godmother, you must wait for me to grow up."

"Okay, don't let the godmother down, the godmother will supervise you..."

Qin Sang said, "Wanyu, didn't we talk about eating hot pot together last time? When you recover from illness, we will go eat together, shall we?"

"Ah."

I can't bear to part with them, Song Wanyu finally couldn't help but shed two lines of tears, her eyes became more blurred, and then she started coughing up blood again, Qin Sang hurriedly called the doctor over, but what she got was the words "preparing for the funeral". .

Mo Zhanhao hugged her in a panic, his whole face turned red from crying, "I don't believe it, I don't believe it... Let's change to another hospital, not here..."

"Xiaohao." Song Wanyu struggled to hug him back, "Let's go home, okay, I don't want...here..."

Not wanting to die in such a cold place, she wanted to take one last look at her home.

"Okay, let's go back, go back and have a good rest." Mo Zhanhao nodded, disregarding everyone's obstruction, went through the discharge procedures without saying a word, and sent Wanyu home.

When he carried Song Wanyu up the stairs, the person who had kept his eyes closed suddenly said, "I'm sorry, I can't accompany you on a trip."

Mo Zhanhao shook his head and continued walking towards the room, "We won't be traveling anymore, I'll play the violin for you, what do you want to hear?"

"As long as the sky lasts, the friendship will last forever."

"it is good."

Mo Zhanhao carried her to the bed and put her away, then held her face and kissed her, turned around and took out the violin from the cabinet, holding back the tears, and in the next second, put the violin on his shoulders, The melodious music suddenly filled the deserted room——

(End of this chapter)