bat baby

Bruce and Ah Fu stared at Jing Mo with sore eyes, but Jing Mo still didn't respond at all.

Bruce's expression gradually became serious, and just as he was about to speak, Jing Mo sneezed, "Ah!"

Followed by the cry of the baby.

"Woo...it hurts so much!" It was the first time that a sneeze shattered the wound.

Bruce was relieved to see the blood returning to its normal color.

Jing Mo was extremely wronged, cold and hurt, he opened his eyes, looked at his father and cried: "Dad, I'm in so much pain."

Bruce also felt distressed, after all, crying children have milk to drink.

His other sons are habitually aggressive and never act coquettishly. Although Bruce is very satisfied with them, after all, as Robin, if he would cry and act coquettishly at every turn, then he would not adopt them and let them become Robin. Bin.

But Bruce doesn't see a problem if the sons have always been tough.

But now, the bat family has produced a soft and delicate bird.

I looked at him with those black eyes tearfully, "Dad, I love you." "Dad, I like you the most." "Dad, you are amazing." "My dad is the most handsome!" and so on talk.

Although Bruce said what boys are always doing coquettishly, but every time his body is honest, he hugs his soft little chick and kisses him.

Now looking at the baby's pale face, without any blood at all, the soft double chin turned into an unhealthy pointed chin, Bruce gently hugged Jing Mo.

A Fu cooperated with Master Bruce's movements to quickly apply the medicine to Jing Mo, and worked together to change his clothes.

When Jing Mo moved the hole in his stomach, it hurt. He looked at his father pitifully, thinking that his father must have a way to help him.

It's a pity, his father can't help it, otherwise he would have used it long ago, and his body would still have so many injuries?

"Hang on," Bruce said.

What more can you ask of a three-year-old baby?The one who was tortured by the wound cried until his voice became hoarse. The more he cried, the more painful the wound became, and the more it hurt, the more he cried, and the more he cried, the more painful it was... This is an endless cycle.

As soon as I cried, my stomach started to exert strength, and then the blood from the wound "biubiu" burst open.

Jing Mo is only three years old, how much blood is enough to bleed?

Bruce had no choice but to give him some diazepam, and when Jing Mo fell asleep, he would change his medicine alone.

When the child was crying, he was really anxious and angry, but there was nothing he could do. Jing Mo was only three years old, he only knew that he was in pain, and it was his nature to cry when he was in pain.

But Bruce is distressed, obviously he can get better, why is he so squeamish?You're a boy, you can't stand the pain, how can you be...

Bruce was silent, he wouldn't be Robin's.

Gently wiping away the tears on Jing Mo's cheeks with his hand, Bruce just looked at his sleeping face, his frown never letting go.

Carrying the baby back to his room, looking at his son who was sleeping together, Bruce felt distressed and funny.

Alfred walked in a box with special packaging: "Master Bruce, there is a courier from China."

The corner of Bruce's mouth twitched. Qin Changge told him before that the elders loved Jing Mo so much that they wanted to send him some medicine. He thought it must be a rosewood or jade box, right?But what does this rough carton mean?

Is it really good to just send your panacea so casually? !

Batman seems to have been turned on by some strange switch...

Bruce disliked this somewhat damaged box with a few pieces of tape wrapped around it, but thinking about the legend of the smell of wine that is not afraid of deep alleys in China, and the legend of sweeping monks, maybe this is a return to basics, right?

I have to say, you kinda get it.

Bruce couldn't bear his son's suffering, so he quickly opened the express delivery that was still covered with dust.

Get out the shock foam, get out the air bag, get out an aftermarket card...

Bruce's deep eyes stared at the little yellow emoje face on the card.

The villain on the card smiled brightly.

Bruce: Watch...

Little yellow face: ...

Bruce: Watch...

Little yellow face: "Okay! Don't look at it! We are going through a secret passage, but you know, medicines are strictly inspected when entering the country! What can I do!"

Bruce's disapproving gaze: "You can contact me, it's still okay for Wayne's family to buy some things from abroad."

Qin Changge was convinced: "You don't really think this is online shopping, do you?"

Bruce picked up the card and shook it, and said in a low and magnetic voice, "Darling, cash back if you are satisfied with the praise. Greater than 3 less than" is this >3< expression.

Qin Changge cleared his throat in embarrassment: "Isn't that trying to pretend to be a little more like it?"

Bruce put the card aside, picked up the jade box revealed inside, and opened it to overflow with fragrance.

"Due to the influence of the curse, Jingmo's body's self-healing ability has not yet recovered, and he can't even use the blood coagulation function. This is a pill made from Jingmo's umbilical cord blood and multiple treasures of heaven, material and earth. Give it to him...etc. wait!"

It's too late, Bruce, after experiencing the pain of losing his loved ones several times, really doesn't want to lose again.

Before Qin Changge could finish speaking, he put all the pills into Jing Mo's mouth.

The little yellow face that Qin Changge used to contact over there was distorted: "Don't give it all to him! Just a small piece! A small piece is fine!" It was heartbreaking.

Jing Mo was talking about "baji baji" in his dream, and the healing of the stomach wound was a little itchy, and he stretched out his little paw to scratch.

Bruce had sharp eyes and quick hands, pressed his little hand, and asked worriedly at the same time: "Is he alright after eating all of it?"

Qin Changge was also distressed by the medicine, and had no other intentions: "It's nothing serious. Gousheng grew up eating these things since he was a child. Now he is physically weak. He will be more energetic in the next few days. Other problems are fine."

Bruce doesn't take care of children very much, and he doesn't understand what the so-called "spirituality" means. He thought he was going to lose his youngest son, but now as long as his youngest son is fine, everything is easy to talk about.

Jing Mo woke up in a daze, and before he opened his eyes, he cried, "It hurts so much."

Seeing that his stomach had returned to its former tenderness, Bruce specially picked up the card and asked Qin Changge to check it, making sure that everything had recovered, leaving no internal injuries before he threw the card into a ball and threw it away.

"Father hurts so much." Jing Mo stretched out his little hand to want his father to hug him.

Bruce looked helpless: "Your injury is obviously healed, don't pretend."

Jing Mo really burst into tears: "It really hurts Dad, not the stomach... no... the stomach hurts too."

Bruce picked him up, and felt his son's limp limbs were stiff and hot, so he became anxious, and quickly asked Ah Fu to pick up the card and open it, but the yellow face had lost its function of communication.

Over there, Qin Changge slapped his head: "Oh! Why didn't I expect to be empty?!"

But since the problem of the curse was solved, Qin Changge, who was the main combat force, cut off the communication channel to avoid suspicion, and now there is no way to contact there.

Jingmo was crying in his father's arms, crying very sadly, and Bruce walked around the room with his little buttocks, waiting for Zatanna's arrival.

After Zatanna came, she waved her magic wand to check with Jingmo.

"Pfft." With a sound, Bruce's face turned green.

Zatanna stepped back quietly, only to find that Alfred had already retreated outside the door.

"I'm going to put hot water for Young Master and Master Bruce, and get clothes."