Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

Not surprisingly, Yan Fangqiong lived in a high-grade single ward, and Aunt Song was accompanying the bed.

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

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

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

Su Haitang looked at the thin and pale patient on the bed, and looked at the frosty white hair, feeling sore in his heart.

"Who is this?"

Aunt Song caught a glimpse of the girl following Young Master Biao, her eyes lit up, and she thought that he brought someone to see her aunt on purpose.

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

Jian Feifei looked at her sleepy aunt worriedly, walked over to help her tuck her quilt, and tentatively called out softly.

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

Song's mother was carrying a thermos bottle to pour water for the two of them, and she couldn't help but look at the hospital bed with distress when she heard him talking.

It is said that mother and daughter are connected, and the wife struggles and refuses to go, because she is worried about the daughter who was lost when she was beaten.

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

"Cousin, come here and call auntie."

Jian Feifan held his aunt's skinny hand, and was disturbed by the powerlessness of the unresponsiveness. Fortunately, he could occasionally feel a pulse that seemed to be there, so he hurriedly called Su Haitang over.

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

Even the oxygen mask bottle and other things have been removed, the patient is really going to be unable to survive, right?

Thinking about it day and night for a daughter you've never met, making yourself exhausted, what kind of maternal love is this?

Su Haitang suppressed the envy and jealousy in her heart, gently raised her hand, and slowly brushed 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.

Enduring her panic, she gently swept her fingers over those thin and bloodless lips as if envious, and pressed her fingertips slightly, and a drop of spiritual spring water silently soaked between the lips she had pushed away, and disappeared into her mouth.

Su Haitang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, quickly withdrew her hand, and clenched her fists tightly beside her, watching the patient's facial expression nervously, fearing that there would be some fatal rejection reaction.

It is also a big mistake not to make up for the void. She actually has no idea in her heart when she drinks such pure spiritual spring water.

If it wasn't for seeing Yan Fangqiong's life hanging by a thread, she would not want to take this risk if she had the idea of ​​treating a dead horse as 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 stood silently at the door and watched. Seeing Su Haitang withdrawing his hand in shock, he stared at his unconscious wife on the hospital bed with extreme fear, and strode over to comfort him.

"Wake up! Auntie is awake!"

Jian Feifan has extraordinary eyesight and always pays attention to her aunt's reaction, so she announces the good news as soon as possible.

All the people looked over in surprise!

"Fang Qiong, look who is here? Our daughter!"

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

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

Su Haitang took a step forward passively, and without blinking, looked at the patient on the hospital bed who was struggling to open his eyelashes.

Is this maternal love?

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

Don't need to get along with each other day and night, don't care about selfless dedication, and care about the instinct of life that is more important than life?