A sickly child turned into a rich family's only son

Chengbei couldn't help it and took a video and sent it to Chengnan.

Chengnan, who was filming a night scene: “???”

"What are you doing? You worked so hard that you have to work the night shift at the hospital? Intern!"

"That's not me working hard! Are you blind? Can't you see that's our brother? Xin Bai is sick."

Chengnan, who had not taken it seriously at first, sat up and called Chengbei, but after thinking about it, he changed to a video call.

Sure enough, when I answered the phone, I saw Zhou Bu, who was exhausted and was comforting Xin Bai who was crying.

"Dad, I'm not feeling well. Huh, huh, huh! Dad..."

Zhou Bu frowned and kept patting Xin Bai's back, hoping to give him some comfort.

Chengnan got angry just looking at him: "You are a dead man, don't you know how to hold it for me, let's take turns?"

Chengbei was speechless: "Do you think I don't want Xinbai to hug me?"

"You're still talking about me! Uncle, how many times have you been home? You haven't even seen the people of Xinbai!"

The two brothers were arguing, "Chengbei, come here, I heard him coughing a little!"

"Okay, hang up, brother is calling me."

After hanging up the phone, Chengbei found that Xin Bo was coughing a little.

Chengbei looked unhappy. There have been so many cases of flu recently, and he might have been infected with some disease.

He still suggested that Zhou Bu go find a professional pediatrician to take a closer look. After all, everyone has their own expertise, and Xin Bai is so special.

Zhou Qi's face wasn't looking good either. It was the middle of the night and a phone call made him so upset.

Look at the time, it's almost dawn, and Xin Bai just coughed twice. I'd better observe for a while and not be too nervous.

The next morning, Xin Bo looked a little more energetic, but his throat was sore and he couldn't speak.

But he was already interested in letting Zhou Wei hold him and go to the children's playground to play.

Zhou Bu relaxed a lot. He made a phone call to discuss company affairs while watching Xin Bo play on the shake machine.

After the test results came out, the doctor said it might be due to infection with the recent epidemic virus, combined with a respiratory infection.

The treatment will take some time, and it is even more difficult because the child is allergic to many medicines.

Zhou Bu was not worried and took care of Xin Bai in every detail, but things did not go as planned.

That night Xin Bo still had a high fever.

Zhou Bu pursed his lips tightly, hugged the soft Xin Bai, and felt that he himself became soft.

Holding Xin Bai in his arms, he dared not let go for even a moment, nor even look at him less than once.

Chengbei called the doctor and the nurse, and Zhou Bu watched without saying a word.

His eyes were filled with fatigue and helplessness. In two days, he looked much more haggard.

Xin Bai was held down again, given an infusion of an unknown liquid, and this time put on a ventilator.

The doctor said that if the temperature doesn't come down quickly, I might get pneumonia.

Zhou Bu lowered his eyelids and let out a long sigh. For the first time, he felt so helpless.

He nodded to show that he understood.

Sitting silently in front of Xin Bo's bed, Cheng Bei watched and felt that his brother seemed to be completely swallowed up by the shadow.

Zhou Qi was in a state of depression. He didn't want to care about anything now. He just wanted his son to get better...

Chengbei also sat quietly on the sofa beside him, not daring to make a sound.

After a long time.

A voice sounded: "Will it...get better?"

The voice was soft, filled with exhaustion and worry.

Chengbei looked at his brother and said with determination in his equally light voice, "I will."

Zhou Bu pressed his twitching eyelids and continued to sit there quietly, staring intently at the little person on the bed.

On the morning of the third day, Xin Bai felt a little better and his fever was no longer as high. However, his cough became more severe, his throat became hoarse, he could not speak, and he looked a little listless.

The family members, the old lady, her son and her daughter-in-law took turns to visit.

Miss Yu even came to deliver meals and fruits three times a day.

After breakfast, in the ward, Aunt Yu held a bowl and coaxed Xin Bai, trying to get him to eat more fruit puree.

Xin Bai had a sore throat and refused to eat any more, dodging the food.

Zhou Bu couldn't help but smile when he saw it.

That's fine too!

At least he can see some vitality, except that it was not like that day when he hugged him and Xin Bai's arms naturally dropped down, as if swinging out of control.

If the baby in her arms didn't have an extremely red face, it would be almost impossible to tell whether he is alive.

Zhou Bu almost collapsed!

No matter how mature and steady he is, he is only twenty-three after the Chinese New Year. Judging from his age, I am still a child!

Just last night, he hugged Xin Bai tightly, his voice was very low, but full of apology: "I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of you, can you be stronger and look at daddy again? Xin Bai..."

Zhou Bu's voice was hoarse.

Chengbei almost thought his brother was going to cry, but in fact Zhou Wei's mood could no longer be described as crying.

One night passed, and the next day Xin Bai's fever was gone, but Zhou Qi's voice became hoarse.

Chengbei watched his brother give his son a silent smile, and went to the pharmacy downstairs to buy two packets of Shangqing tablets to help his brother reduce his fever.

It seemed like he was getting better, but Xin Bai's condition relapsed and he had a low fever in the afternoon.

But Xin Bai was much stronger this time. Perhaps he had passed the most difficult time, and it was not as torturous as in the past few days.

Zhou Qi and Cheng Bei also breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this.

Xin Bo was lying on the hospital bed, with a large, high-configuration TV in front of him. His father allowed him to watch cartoons and eat cool fruit puree.

Apart from the physical discomfort, this kind of life is perfect.

Zhou Wei's phone rang. He took a look at the incoming call and his expression turned grim again.

Zhou Bu touched Xin Bai's head and said, "Dad has to go out to answer a phone call and will be back soon. Please wait for me for a while and let uncle accompany you first, okay?"

Xin Bai was speechless and could only nod obediently.

Chengbei shrank back when he saw this. His brother had not looked well these past few days, and looked especially bad when he answered the phone.

Even from this distance, he could feel the uncontrollable anger overflowing from his brother.

Zhou Wei was indeed suppressing himself, trying his best to control his irritable heart, and answered the phone in a steady voice.

"Hey! Brother Whale."

"I really don't want to call you."

Shang Jing's voice was full of helplessness and sympathy, which made Zhou Bu's tense mouth relax a little.

"Auntie has been hospitalized recently...the baby may not be saved."

The wrinkles between Zhou Wei's brows became even more severe.

"Tell me what?"

Shang Jing was also helpless: "Two people of such old age, their physical fitness is there, and besides, let's not talk about you, my daughter is four years old..."

It just happened that the aunt was because of that contract, otherwise the child might have already...

Zhou Qi couldn't help rubbing his brows. "From the beginning to the end, this matter has nothing to do with me. Brother Jing, you don't need to tell me what's happening with your merchant's children."

"If she has been unhappy about Grandpa's ideas, to put it bluntly, the Zhou family has no intention of replacing me, and I don't want to grab power everywhere."

Zhou Qi talked a lot, and his voice was inevitably hoarse: "Also, if you still don't have anything serious to do recently, don't call me for trivial matters like this."

"Brother Jing, I'm past the age of needing a mother."

Zhou Bu leaned tiredly against the wall in the hospital corridor and wanted to light a cigarette.

"Not to mention, I have a child now and I'm already a father..."

An angry female voice came from the other end of the phone: "What do you mean by being a father? You are only 22 years old. What kind of father are you? Where did you come from? You are a bastard and you want my son to be a father!"

Zhou Bu smiled bitterly. Ms. Qi was in the hospital to protect the fetus, but she was still as murderous as ever!

"Brother Jing, please don't bother me. I haven't slept for three nights. Please don't torture me."

The people on the other end of the phone fell silent...

Just when Shang Jing wanted to say a few words, he found that the phone had been hung up.

"Alright, I've done what you told me to do. That's all I have left as Xiao Pi. Don't come looking for me again in the future. I don't want to lose face with you guys."

After Shang Jing finished speaking to his father, he also walked out.