Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

  No accident, Yan Fangqiong lived in a high-level single ward, and Aunt Song was accompanying her in bed.

   Jian Feifei knocked on the door twice, brought Su Haitang in, called Aunt Song softly and asked, "How is aunt?"

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

   "My wife has been asleep all the time. I only woke up once yesterday, and I haven't woken up today."

  Su Haitang looked at the emaciated and pale patient on the bed, looking at the frost-white hair, her heart was sour.

"Who is this?"

   Aunt Song glanced at the girl who was following behind Young Master Biao, and her eyes suddenly lit up, thinking that he had brought the object to see her aunt on purpose.

   "She is Haitang, she looks like my aunt?"

   Jian Feifei looked at her aunt who was still asleep, went over to help her tuck the quilt, and tried to call out softly.

   "Auntie, my cousin found her and came to see you. You've missed her for 18 years, don't you want to see her look more like you, or more like uncle?"

   Song Ma was pouring water for the two of them with a thermos bottle. Hearing him speak, she couldn't help but stare at the hospital bed.

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

   Now that the lady has found her, the wife can finally fulfill a wish.

   "Cousin, come here and call your aunt."

   Jian Feifei held his aunt's skinny hand, and was disturbed by the unresponsive feeling of powerlessness. Fortunately, he could feel a faint pulse occasionally, so he hurriedly called Su Haitang over.

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

   Even the oxygen mask, hanging bottles, etc. were all withdrawn. Is the patient really going to be unable to hold on?

  Thinking day and night for a daughter who has never met, and burning yourself out of fuel, what kind of motherly love is this?

  Su Haitang suppressed the envy and jealousy that had grown in her heart, raised her hand gently, and brushed slowly across Yan Fangqiong's dry and inelastic facial skin, so thin and fragile, it seemed that as long as she exerted a little force, it would cause irreparable damage.

   She endured the panic, and gently swept her fingers to those thin and bloodless lips like she was admiring. She pressed her fingertips slightly, and a drop of spiritual spring water silently soaked into the lips that she had pushed aside, seeping into her mouth and disappearing.

  Su Haitang breathed a sigh of relief, quickly retracted her hand, clenched her fists beside her, and watched the patient's facial expressions nervously, for fear of any fatal rejection.

   It is also a big mistake to not make up for the deficiency. She drank such pure spiritual spring water, and she actually has no bottom in her heart.

   If it wasn't for Yan Fangqiong's life hanging by a thread, she would not want to take this risk with the idea of ​​a dead horse being a living horse doctor.

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

   He Junfeng didn't know when he would arrive, so he silently stood at the door and watched, seeing Su Haitang withdrew his hand in shock, staring at his comatose wife on the hospital bed, striding over to comfort him.

   "Wake up! Auntie wakes up!"

  Jane has extraordinary eyesight, and always pays attention to aunt's reaction, and announces the good news at the first time.

   Several people looked over in surprise!

   "Fang Qiong, look who's here? Our daughter!"

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

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

  Su Haitang passively took a step forward and stared at the patient on the hospital bed who was struggling to open his eyes with effortless eyelashes.

   Is this mother love?

   Is it destined to have a natural affection just because of blood relationship?

   You don’t need to get along day and night with courtesy, don’t care about selfless dedication, and miss the instinct that life is more important than life?