The arrogant emperor, strong spoils!

After that, mu Zhuoshen turned and walked to the table and took his medical equipment out of the box.

"Mr. Huo, I'll test your blood first. I need to make sure that the x-tui virus in your body is completely eliminated before I can complete the task, otherwise Qiao Shao won't let me go."

Huo Jun sat motionless at the edge of the bed, feeling very complicated.

If it weren't for him, Ti wouldn't risk looking for xiyoumen for medicine.

He hurt ti

……

Qiao Chengxun returned to his wife's ward and sat on the edge of the bed with his eyes on his peaceful face.

Inadvertently, he saw a few more strands of black hair under his pillow. His heart trembled and stretched out his hand to pick out the fallen hair.

He got up a little and leaned over Wendy's head. He was much bald than before.

Qiao Chengxun got up quickly and caught the doctor. "What's the matter with my wife's hair loss?"

The doctor looked at Wendy's head and said hesitantly, "Joe, Joe, postpartum hair loss is also a normal phenomenon. You don't have to make a fuss."

Normal?

Qiao Chengxun was very suspicious.

Last time she lost her hair, he asked experts to give her a nutritious meal plan, and the phenomenon of hair loss gradually improved.

But now, she is unconscious and can't eat normally. She can only rely on nutrition needles to maintain her life.

"Will my wife lose all her hair if it goes on like this?"

"This... Usually won't fall out, but your wife has been unconscious, so it's hard to say..." the doctor said timidly, looking carefully at the cold faced king of hell. He was afraid that he would fall on his head if he said something wrong.

Qiao Chengxun loosened the doctor's collar, as if his body had been emptied of all his strength and sat powerlessly on the edge of the bed.

"Get out."

"Yes..."

The doctor ran away like running for his life.

Qiao Chengxun took his wife's boneless little hand and said softly, "ti'er, did you hear the doctor? Postpartum hair loss is normal. Don't worry. "

The wife didn't respond.

The man's eyes suddenly covered with a layer of light sadness, bent over his wife's neck, "no matter how long you want to sleep, I will wait for you until you are willing to pay attention to me."

At this time, he walked in gently from the outside, "young master, the young master fell asleep after drinking his milk."

Qiao Chengxun sat up straight and nodded gently, "go and prepare some clothes for Mr. Huo. In addition, you can inform sister long."

"Yes." He answered softly and turned away.

Qiao Chengxun sat down for a moment, took out his mobile phone and boarded the microblog.

After thinking for a long time, I finally published a microblog: I have been busy until now. My wife gave birth prematurely seven days ago. She gave birth to a little prince. My mother and son are safe.

After the microblog was sent out, the fans were happy.

Congratulations

[wow, our emperor wants more little god of wealth. He must be very handsome!]

[God, I was born prematurely. Fortunately, my mother and son are safe and the red scarf is big. I'm waiting for you to come back and sing to our primary school students!]

[I'm the only one wondering why Wendy hasn't tweeted for so long?]

……

Joe's old house.

Since Mrs. Qiao pried open the gate of Qiao Haoyuan last time, Qiao Chengxun completely cut off contacts with the second old man.

Qiaofu's men installed in qiaohaoyuan have all been cleaned up by their own son. So far, for half a year, Mrs. Qiao can hardly even call qiaohaoyuan. She has no idea what her son has been doing in the past six months.

Until just now, she brushed her microblog and saw the latest microblog published by her son.

Seeing the word "Little Prince", Mrs. Qiao was both excited and melancholy. In short, her mood was very complicated.