Xuan's wife is happy

Chapter 1333 What happened to An An

"I'm not abusing him, don't think too much about it." Yin Lin frowned and said, "He does this every once in a while, and the spiritual power in his body is so depleted that even if I pour all the spiritual power into him It's useless, you must seal every acupuncture point in his body with needles, and there must be no omissions, so as to keep the spiritual power in his body from leaking out."

"These silver needles have been cast by me. Not only can they suppress the leakage of spiritual power in his body, but they can also collect the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and slowly make up for his deficiency. Slowly recuperate, and finally reach a state of internal and external harmony and peace."

Yinlin also said something later that I couldn't listen to at all. Can you understand a mother's mood?

My An'an is so uncomfortable, I can't see those, I can only see the thousand needles, and the face that can't even cry, he is sobbing!
How uncomfortable he is, what kind of feeling is it for a three or four-year-old child with nearly a thousand silver needles stuck in his body.Could it be painless?

"He's suffering, don't you see?" I muttered to myself, I couldn't notice anything, I just kept repeating this sentence: "My An'an is suffering so much that life is worse than death! "

I have never experienced this kind of feeling. The people closest to me are already dying, but you can only look at it stupidly.You clearly know that this is for his own good, but looking at her like this, you feel that life is worse than death in your heart.

A long time ago, I had a friend in the world. Her father had terminal cancer, and the doctor said that chemotherapy would give her a few more years of life.

He was the pillar of their family, and no one was willing to let him go. Everyone tried their best to let his father undergo chemotherapy and encourage him to live bravely.

The situation was fine at the beginning, but later, her father's condition began to recur, and he often wandered in the emergency room, where life and death were always on the line.I have seen her father before, he was a round, chubby and amiable fat man, but when I went to visit him in the ward, he was already as thin as a bamboo pole.

At that time, his consciousness was already blurred, and he was hanging by albumin and normal saline. He lay on the hospital bed for a long time, and there was nothing but groans in his mouth.When our team went to visit, my friend was crying all the time, and everyone encouraged and said, "It's okay, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, you can't give up!"

But my friend never spoke, her eyes were always staring at her father infatuatedly, her eyes were so swollen that she couldn't even shed tears.

She always murmured: "I hurt, I hurt so much."

After returning that day, she never went to school again.

Later I learned that that night, the girl quietly went to the hospital, pulled out her father's respirator and nutrition needles, and told his father to stop taking medicine and die in this life-and-death struggle.

The girl never came, but the school launched an infinite crusade against her, and she might live in the shadow of killing her father even if she screamed.I have never quite understood it, but now, I can suddenly understand the words she used to scream hoarsely.

"I hurt...I hurt..."

She watched her father being tortured on the hospital bed, and her heart was pierced more than anyone else. Seeing her father suffer so much, she couldn't bear his father's suffering in the end.

Just like me now, looking at my An An...

I feel so bad that I want to die immediately.

(End of this chapter)