After three rebirths, the poor kid is loved by everyone

Qi Yining didn't expect that something like this would happen in just a few minutes.

His Youyou, the Youyou whom he swore to protect all his life, was once again severely hurt right under his nose.

The boy thought he could protect the younger boy, and he had been trying hard since he was a child, but now, it was of no use at all.

Looking at the young boy in his arms who was in so much pain that he lost consciousness, Qi Yining's mind was filled with madness.

But it couldn't resist the pain spreading in my heart, as if I was being cut into pieces.

Youyou... Youyou...

Youyou, I'm sorry... I still failed to protect you...

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"What happened? He was fine when he left this morning. How did he faint?!"

Yu Jingshu was happily waiting for the young boy to come home, but a few hours later, she found the young boy unconscious.

She stretched out her hand helplessly and panickedly, wanting to touch the boy's pale face, but she withdrew her hand the moment she was about to touch it, not daring to touch it.

She was afraid that a little touch from her would make the boy even more miserable.

Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes, like Feng Shiyou's, were now filled with tears. With the slightest movement, large tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

She suppressed the uneasiness in her heart and made way for Feng Shiyi to carry the young boy into the clinic at home.

Doctor Yang, who arrived early, followed him in and examined Feng Shiyou, with Feng Shiyi helping him.

Yu Jingshu and the others were waiting anxiously outside the clinic, while Feng Bozhou and Feng Shimo, who were the calmest, were downstairs looking for Zhu Liangchuan to ask about the cause of the incident.

Consulting Room.

Feng Shiyi forced himself to calm down and told Dr. Yang his judgment, "Youyou has no wounds on his body, and he was not drugged."

"It was because after seeing those two people, he was frightened and his nerves were stimulated, so he fainted."

"Youyou looks like a depressed person who is stimulated."

Although he was very scared, Feng Shiyi still calmly analyzed the possible reasons for Feng Shiyou's coma.

"I guess that Youyou's depression is likely to relapse again."

Although he didn't want to admit it, Youyou's behavior was exactly the same as the expression he had when he was lying in bed as a child.

Empty eyes without a trace of light, pale cheeks, and a body trembling with fear.

All of them tell of the young boy's physical condition, which is a relapse of depression.

For ten years, he thought that the disease would not relapse and Youyou would live happily forever.

But reality gave him a hard slap in the face and pulled him back from his fantasy.

He looked at Dr. Yang pleadingly, his eyes red, "Dr. Yang, Uncle Yang, I beg you, save Youyou, don't let him... go back to his old self."

The tall and handsome man in front of him seemed so fragile that he seemed vulnerable and begged with sobs.

Yang Zhixue patted the man's shoulder with a serious look, "Calm down first, don't worry, I will definitely save Youyou!"

If it was another patient in this situation, he might have asked someone to take the patient to the hospital.

But Feng Shiyou's situation is different from others. Only if he is treated in a place he is familiar with can he have a possibility of recovery.

This is also the reason why Feng Shiyi took Feng Shiyou home immediately after the incident.

After hearing Yang Zhixue's assurance, Feng Shiyi's tense nerves relaxed a little, but only a little.

His eyes were filled with worry for the young boy on the hospital bed.

Thanks to Yang Zhixue's efforts, the boy's tense body finally relaxed after he fell into a coma, and his heartbeat, which was as tense as a thread, returned to normal.

The physical pain has been relieved, but it is difficult to relieve the psychological pain.

The sun sets, leaving only a dim glow on the world.

Yu Jingshu gently wiped the body of the little boy on the bed. Looking at the motionless boy, Yu Jingshu's eyes were full of sadness.

Light sobbing sounds continued.

"Don't be afraid, baby. Mommy has always been here. The bad guys have been driven away and will not appear again. Don't be afraid."

After wiping him clean, Yu Jingshu helped him change into his favorite pajamas and pants. She sat beside the bed and stroked the boy's pale cheek with eyes full of heartache.

"It's all mom's fault for not protecting you."

Tick-tock, a tear dropped from the sad almond-shaped eyes and fell on the cheek of the young boy. Yu Jingshu was afraid of disturbing him, so she quickly raised her hand to wipe it away.

She apologized softly: "I'm sorry, baby. Mom didn't mean it. Go to sleep. Mom will always be with you."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, mommy is here, mommy won't let bad guys hurt you, baby, don't be afraid."

The young boy's eyes were still closed, so he didn't see the pain and self-blame in the eyes of the woman with the gentle voice.

She seemed to be trapped in endless painful self-blame, hiding in the space she was afraid to weave, not wanting anyone to disturb her treasures, with paranoia flashing in her eyes.

Murmuring: "Don't be afraid, baby, mom is here, don't be afraid..."

The same words, repeated over and over again.

Perhaps no one knows the reason why Feng Shiyou's depression relapsed, but Feng Bozhou and others know that once something happens to Feng Shiyou, Yu Jingshu will become depressed and crazy in pain.

The lifeless eyes made others dare not get close to her, for fear of irritating Yu Jingshu and causing her more pain.

I could only stand outside the door and pace back and forth anxiously.

Feng Bozhou pounded the wall fiercely, his eyes painful, "Who sent those two people?"

How dare you hurt his family again and again!

Will he be satisfied only when his family is torn apart?

Dark thoughts kept emerging in Feng Bozhou's heart, and the coldness in his eyes made people dare not look directly at him.

His youngest son was in a coma, and his wife had a relapse of depression and wouldn't let anyone get close to her. Feng Bozhou was tormented by anxiety and pain.

In just half a day, his face became very haggard.

Feng Shiyi leaned against the wall, self-blame and pain spreading in his heart. His fingers clenched tightly, his fingertips turned white, and blood oozed from his palms, but he seemed not to feel the pain.

It was all his fault. He failed to protect Youyou. He shouldn't have left Youyou alone.

How can he be called a real brother if he is like this?

It's all his fault...it's all his fault...

Gu Xianghe held his hand distressedly, wanting him to let go, but he couldn't. The harder he tried, the tighter Feng Shiyi held on.

He had no choice but to watch Feng Shiyi fall into pain and self-blame. He was powerless and the depression in his eyes became more and more intense.

Note...

Qi Yining was also standing outside the door, his expression gloomy and unclear, with a terrifying aura in his eyes.

Youyou, I'm sorry...

Everyone was driven outside the door, and in the end, no one even had the courage to go in and take a look.

Everyone who received the news rushed back at this moment. Looking at their painful expressions, endless uneasiness surged in their hearts.

No, it's impossible... How could anything happen to Youyou? He will be fine, no, no...

He is not yet an adult, still a child, they haven't taken him to see the world yet, how could something go wrong? No, no...