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[69 Book Bar - www.] "Doctor, please, can you bandage my son first? He is bleeding a lot." Mu Anyou begged with tears on her face regardless of the scoldings of the people around her.

A woman next to her also comforted the migrant worker and said: "Brother, please be accommodating. The child is too young and has lost so much blood. I'm afraid he won't be able to bear it."

"Can't you bear it? We can bear it now. Didn't you see the blood pouring out of my brother's head?" The man started to yell and almost broke the roof.

Zhan Aofan suppressed his anger, pushed aside the crowd, and strode towards the mother and son.

Mu Anyou felt a lightness in her arms, turned around in surprise, and saw that Zhan Aofan had already held Mu Hui in his arms, took her with the other hand, and said while walking out: "Let's go to the first hospital."

The car was speeding by. Mu Anyou was holding his son in the passenger seat, coaxing him incoherently and comforting him softly. His slender body was shaking uncontrollably and his voice was choked with sobs.

"Mom, don't cry. Hui Hui is fine. It doesn't hurt. It really doesn't hurt." Mu Hui stretched out her other uninjured hand and tried to raise it high to reach her mother's face, intending to help her wipe away her tears.

Mu Anyou held her son's outstretched hand, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. The more obedient he was, the more painful her heart became, as if it had been cut out with a knife, and the blood and flesh ached.

Seeing her not answering, Mu Hui still shed tears. He bit his lip and said cautiously: "Okay, mom, Huihui admits it's a little bit, it hurts a little bit, it really only hurts a little bit.

But Huihui can hold on, mom, can you stop crying?"

Mu Anyou wiped the tears on her face carelessly, choked with sobs and couldn't help but nodded: "Okay, mom, stop crying, stop crying, be good, we will be at the hospital soon."

Zhan Aofan looked at the mother and son hugging each other in silence, his lips tightly pursed, and he could not see the expression on his face, but his hand holding the steering wheel tightened unconsciously.

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