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I'm not sure how long the little guy can sleep. I don't mind opening the doors of the baby room and my own room. He can hear the little guy doing his homework in the room. At the beginning, he stopped writing and writing, distracted from time to time. Pay attention to the movement in the opposite room. The little guy is asleep, but he didn't sleep very well. He was worried that he would wake up.

After noticing for a while, he concentrated on his studies, and the exam was two weeks away. He didn't want to waste another year. He wanted to pass it all at once, and the pressure was really high.

He finished writing the two stacks of test papers in a daze, and he didn't know when he fell asleep on the table. When he woke up in a daze, he heard the cry of the little guy from the next door, and he was shocked. Jumping, hurriedly got up from the low table lying on the stomach, but the arms and legs were numb after lying on the stomach for too long, and fell to the ground in a stagger, with the left knee kneeling directly on the floor, and suddenly the sharp pain came from the kneecap It made his eyes go dark, and he kept the kneeling posture, unable to get up for a long time.

The little guy woke up and waited for a long time for someone to come, so he cried louder and louder. After the sharp pain was relieved, the numbness of his arms has not subsided for a while, but the numbness of his legs has subsided a little because of the pain, so he struggled to get up , limping to the opposite room.

When he walked into the room, the little guy had already climbed up and stood by the railing of the small bed. Seeing him, the little guy held his mouth aggrieved, tears streaming down his face, "Dad..."

Looking at his poor son, he couldn't feel his heart hurting so badly, enduring the pain in his knee, he walked quickly to the side of the crib, just as he stretched out his hand, the little guy grabbed his hand and cried even louder.

Across the fence of the crib, Momo felt distressed and wiped away tears for the little guy. Since he was able to stand up with something on his back, the fence of the crib has been raised a notch. Momo’s arms are sore and numb, and the fence is a bit high. For a moment, he didn't dare to reach out to hug him carelessly, for fear that the hug would not be stable.

Seeing his father in front of him but not hugging him, the little guy felt wronged, grabbed his hand, and wanted to get off the cot.

"Hey, wait a minute, Daddy will hold me in a moment..." Mo Gu was holding the child with one hand, and the other hand kept shaking, while shaking his hands to comfort him, after the weak numbness subsided, he hurriedly stretched out his hand After taking the child out, his knees still hurt badly. After taking the child out, he hugged the child and sat on the carpet beside the crib.

As soon as the little guy was in his arms, he held on tightly to his clothes and arched into his arms. He carefully avoided his left leg, hugged the little guy who was arched into his arms looking for comfort, and coaxed softly.

"dad……"

"Well, Dad is here, so be a good boy, don't cry."

"dad……"

The little guy kept calling his father, kept rubbing in his arms, he patiently comforted his crying son, he was still crying after coaxing him for a long time, he felt a little worried, and reached out to touch his On the forehead, the temperature felt a little high, but the little guy just woke up, and he wasn't sure if he had a fever.

The thermometer was in the drawer of the cabinet beside him, the child was in his arms, and his legs were hurting again. The little guy had been crying for so long, and he wanted to get him some water to drink, but the baby bottles and water bottles were all on the small table against the wall.

Mo Zhen sighed helplessly, looked down at the crying child in his arms, he could only temporarily give up taking the thermometer and the water bottle, he patiently coaxed him, trying to coax him to stop crying before he went to get things.

But I don't know what happened today. No matter how he coaxed the child, he couldn't stop crying and crying. Don't think he was worried. The pain on his knee seemed to have eased a little. He just wanted to get up to get the thermometer. At last, the savior came.

"What's wrong? Did you feel noisy?"

Seeing Chu Ting walking in, he couldn't be too relieved, "Mr. Chu."

Seeing the father and son sitting on the carpet, Chu Xuan thought the child had woken up, and he was just about to walk over when he was stopped by Mo Zhen.

"Mr. Chu, help me get the thermometer."

Chu Ting frowned slightly, "Have a fever?"

Mo Zhen shook his head, "I don't know if I have a fever. I just woke up and cried all the time. No matter how coaxed, I feel a little hot. I'm not sure if it's a fever or a high temperature just after waking up."

Chu Quan went to the drawer of the small cabinet next to the operating table to get the thermometer, walked to the father and son, and heard that the child's father had coaxed the child for a while and was still crying, so he handed the thermometer to Mo Zhen, and then reached out to take the child.

The little guy was changed places, and at first he struggled unwillingly, but was forced by Chu Ting to carry him over, and threw himself into Chu Ting's arms, smelling his father's breath, he didn't struggle anymore, he just made a fuss, and hugged him while hugging him. Crying, my mouth still kept yelling at my father.

Chu Xuan got up and walked around the room coaxing him, but after coaxing him for a while, there was no effect. Guessing that it was not just crying for no reason, he walked to the chair not far from Mo Gan and sat down, and said to Mo Gan, "Come on, Give me the thermometer."

There was a little distance between the chair and where Mo Gan was sitting, and Mo Gan was still hurting in his left knee, and it was a bit difficult to get up. Chu Xuan noticed that his standing posture was a bit wrong, "What's wrong with your leg?"

Don't think he stood up while leaning on the railing of the crib, "It's okay, I knocked it just now."

"Where did you hit it? Knee?" Seeing that he was walking around with his left leg feeling a little weak, "how did it happen?"

Don't judge while turning on the switch of the electronic thermometer and said, "Well, I just heard crying, I woke up too anxiously, my leg was numb and I didn't stand still and knocked on my knee. It's okay, and the pain will stop after a while."

Hearing what he said, Chu Ting looked at his legs a little more worriedly, took the thermometer he handed over, and asked him to sit down on the chair beside him.

Not to be too obedient, he sat down on the chair beside him, and Chu Xuan took the child's temperature. As expected, the little guy had a fever, but the temperature was not high, so he didn't need to take antipyretics for the time being.

"Do you want to call Dr. Ye?" The little guy hadn't been sick for a long time, so he didn't think he had any idea.

After coaxing for a while, the little guy was crying, and Chu Ting was also a little worried, "Wait a minute, we'll see the situation later."

Mo Zhen nodded, "Then let me drink some water for Nao Nao first." After saying that, he was about to stand up to get water.

"Sit still, I'll get it." Chu Xuan stopped him, and he got up and put the child in Mo Zhen's arms, telling him to sit still and get the water by himself.

The child was put into his arms, so he had to sit on the chair obediently. There was water in the kettle for the little guy to drink. After a long time, it became a little cold. Chu Xuan skillfully added some heat to the kettle. After the water was adjusted to the right temperature, he covered the kettle lid and walked to the father and son, coaxing the child to sit on his lap. Chu Ting first put the kettle in the little guy's hands, and then went to draw a tissue to cry for him. The son with the cat face wipes his face.

The little guy was really thirsty too, sobbing while holding the kettle and gulping down water, crying again when he drank anxiously, and even choked, the water leaked out of his father's hand, and his own clothes were also wet After taking a small piece, the water choked up by his son stained his hands, and Chu Xuan did not show any disgusted reaction. He took out the paper again, wiped his hands, and then carefully wiped the little guy's mouth and skirt, "Slow down. drink."

The little guy was making too much noise, and there was a dense layer of sweat on his back. While Chu Ting was squatting in front of him to wipe the child's mouth and clothes, he reached out to get a sweat towel from the small cabinet next to the chair and put it between the little guy. back.

The two of them didn't speak, but their actions were very tacit.

The little thing made a lot of noise, even after drinking the water, there were occasional sobs that didn't stop. He drank [-] milliliters of water in one go. After drinking, Chu Xuan took off the water bottle for him. He looked at Chu Ting, pouted his mouth, and shouted aggrievedly, "Dad..."

"Well, do you still drink?" Chu Ting asked him warmly, touching his little head.

The little guy couldn't answer obediently yet, he grabbed the small handles on both sides of the kettle with both hands, and shouted again, "Dad..."

"What's wrong?" Looking at his son who was about to cry with tears in his eyes, Chu Ting realized for the first time that his heart could be as soft as a ball of cotton, "Daddy hug?"

The little guy couldn't understand, he just sat on his father's lap and looked at his father pitifully.

Chu Xuan took the water bottle out of his son's hand and put it on the small table next to the chair, reached out to take the little guy over, kissed his little forehead, then hugged him into his arms, stood up and patted him gently.

Mo Gan looked up at the father and son, and for a moment didn't know what to say. There was something unspeakable in his heart that filled every corner of his heart, making him not sure whether he was happy or sad.

Mr. Chu just lost his dearest relative. Although he didn't show it, he must be very sad, otherwise his soft side would not be exposed so thoroughly.

After having trouble, he kept thinking, if he had had such a blood relative by his side when he lost his mother and aunt, wouldn't he have been so lost and sad...

After drinking the water, the little guy finally didn't cry like before no matter how much he coaxed him. He clasped his father's neck tightly with his hands, resting his head on his father's shoulder, sobbing and screaming from time to time. a father...

Chu Ting hugged him, and slowly paced back and forth in the room. When the child yelled, he responded softly, with a patient and gentle voice.

After walking for about 10 minutes, the little guy finally fell asleep again. Chu Ting didn't dare to put him back on his crib directly. He took a small blanket to wrap the little guy up and sat down on the chair.

Seeing that he had been sitting on the chair without moving, he asked softly, "Does your leg still hurt?"

Mo Zhen hurriedly shook his head, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

It is inconvenient for Chu Ting to hold the child, "Roll up your trouser legs and let me see."

Hearing what he said, I couldn't be more dumbfounded, "...I, I really don't feel any pain anymore."

Chu Ting glanced at him, "Then roll it up and let me have a look."

Never mind, "..."