Space Spirit Spring: Farmer Girl Cleverly Headed Home

Not surprisingly, Yan Fangqiong lived in an advanced single ward, and Aunt Song was in bed.

Jian Feifan knocked on the door twice, brought in Su Haitang, and yelled Aunt Song gently and asked, "How is aunt?"

Aunt Song's eyes were a little red, and she sighed slightly, a touch of sorrow appeared on her well-maintained white and fat face.

"My wife has been asleep, she woke up only once yesterday, and she hasn't woke up today."

Su Haitang looked at the thin and pale patient on the bed, and looked at the frosty white hair, and his heart was sour and unpleasant.

"Who is this?"

Aunt Song glanced at the girl who was following Master Biao, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she thought that he had specially led the object to see her aunt.

"She is Haitang, she looks like her aunt, right?"

Jian Feihua looked at her aunt who was not awake worriedly, walked over to help her tuck the quilt, and tentatively called out softly.

"Auntie, my cousin found me and came to see you. You have been thinking about her for eighteen years and don't want to see if she looks more like you or more like your uncle?"

Song's mother was holding a thermos bottle to pour water for the two of them, and she couldn't help but grab her heart and look into the hospital bed when she listened to him.

It is said that mother and daughter are connected, and the wife is struggling and refuses to go. It is not that she is not worried about this lost daughter.

Now that the young lady has found her, she has finally fulfilled a wish.

"Cousin, come over and call your aunt."

Jian Feifei held her aunt's skinny hand, and was shocked by the unresponsive feeling of powerlessness. Fortunately, she could occasionally feel the seemingly impulsive pulse, and hurriedly called Su Haitang over.

Su Haitang hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath in the air filled with the smell of disinfectant, and stepped forward slowly.

Even the oxygen mask sling was removed. The patient really can't hold it anymore, right?

Thinking day and night for a daughter I have never seen before, and dying myself up, what kind of maternal love is this?

Su Haitang suppressed the envy and jealousy that grew in her heart, gently raised her hand, and slowly brushed over Yan Fangqiong's dry and lacking elasticity, so thin and fragile, it seemed that as long as she applied a little force, it would cause irreparable damage.

She endured the panic, her fingers gently swept the thin and bloodless lips like an admiration, and the fingertips pressed slightly, a drop of spiritual spring water silently dipped into the lips that she had opened, and disappeared into her mouth.

Su Haitang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, quickly retracted his hand, clenched his fist around him, and watched the patient's facial expression nervously for fear of a terrible rejection reaction.

It is also a big mistake not to make up for the emptiness. She had no bottom in her heart when she poured such pure spiritual spring water.

If it hadn't been for Yan Fangqiong's life hanging by a thread, she would actually not want to take this risk.

"Don't be afraid, she is your mother, who loves you most. She will be very happy to see you."

He Junfeng didn't know when it would arrive, and stood silently at the door, seeing Su Haitang withdraw his hand in shock, staring at his unconscious wife on the hospital bed with fear, strode over to comfort him.

"Wake up! Aunt is awake!"

Jian Feihua has excellent eyesight, and always pays attention to the reaction of her aunt, and immediately announces the good news.

All of them looked over in surprise!

"Fangqiong, who are you here? Our daughter!"

He Junfeng gently held his wife's hand, then turned his head to greet Su Haitang, who seemed to be frightened beside him.

"Begonia, don't stand stupidly, come and see mom, this is mom."

Su Haitang passively took a step forward, staring at the patient on the hospital bed struggling to tremble his eyelashes, trying to open his eyes without blinking.

Is this maternal love?

Is it just because of blood relationship that is destined to be born close to affection?

Don't you need to get along with courtesy day and night, and don't care about selfless dedication and caring about the instinct of life to weigh more than life?