You Are My Gravity

Back in the ward, Zhou Ping asked Qin Se: "Why do you think Xiaozheng is a little strange?"

"Mom, look here?" Qin Se lifted the quilt on Qin Zheng's toes, revealing a pair of feet.

Qin Se pointed to the sole of Qin Zheng's left foot, which was a little black and purple, which was smaller than the fingernail of his thumb.

Qin Se said: "Mom, I just saw Qin Zheng sweating on his forehead. I was worried that he was too hot, so I lifted the quilt at his feet first. I didn't expect you to see this. When I first saw it, I always felt a little bit I can’t tell the feeling, it’s weird. I don’t know if I have been thinking about it, so I let you come and see..."

Zhou Ping squatted down and stared at the soles of Qin Zheng's feet carefully.

That piece of black and purple, the edge color is slightly lighter, the deeper the middle, the darker the color, the purple around it is almost completely black.

"Mom, is there any problem with this? Xiaozheng usually does a lot of dance practice, so he accidentally hurt..."

Qin Se scratched his head, as if dancing, he wouldn't hurt the soles of his feet like this. It was almost impossible to get this kind of scars from dancing. It seemed that something had been done to him.

It doesn't look serious, and the black and purple place is also very small.

Zhou Ping didn't speak, she didn't take anything with her urgency.

But from the current point of view, it seems that... there are some problems, and there is a faint sense of evil, but it is not serious.

Zhou Ping said to Qin Se: "Wake him up."

Qin Se hurried to call Qin Zheng and patted his face: "Boy, wake up, I want to ask you something..."

Qin Zheng was sleeping just right and didn't want to move.

I was woken up by Qin Se, very irritable: "What are you doing, I'm so sleepy..."

"Wake up and wake up." Qin Se reached out and twisted Qin Zheng's ears.

Qin Zheng opened his eyes painfully: "Hs, sister, what are you doing, what can't you say, I'm still sick, can't you be gentle with me?"

Qin Se flicked his forehead: "You are not my husband. What's the use of being so gentle to you? Wake up, Mom has something to ask you."

Qin Zheng rubbed his forehead, propped up a little, "Mom, what's the matter?"

Zhou Ping asked him: "What's the matter with the sole of your feet?"

Qin Zheng looked dumbfounded: "The soles of my feet? What happened to the soles of my feet?"

Qin Se took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the sole of his left foot, and took it in front of him: "See it for yourself."

Qin Zheng saw a little black and purple on the soles of his feet in the photo, and was a little surprised: "When did this happen?"

He zoomed in on the photo and scratched his head: "I really don't know when it hurt, but that's it, should it be okay?"

Zhou Ping took out her handkerchief and wrapped her hand, and pressed the black and purple piece: "Does it hurt?"

The phone that Qin Zheng hurt immediately fell out of his hand and shouted: "It hurts, oops... it hurts... why is it so painful..."

Qin Zheng's yelling woke Chen Mo on the bed next to him. He rubbed his eyes and sat up: "What's the matter?"

Chen Mo's hair was soft and messy. Taking advantage of that small face, it became more and more soft and cute. Qin Se took advantage of Gu Jingyuan's absence and patted him on the head quickly: "It's okay, continue to sleep..."

Zhou Ping frowned, put down her hand, and asked, "Have you ever felt heartache on the sole of your left foot?"

Qin Zheng thought for a while and said: "Occasionally I feel some pain when dancing, but...it is always a little bit painful, not serious...this time when you just pressed that, it hurts. I feel like my feet are all... It hurts like it was pierced..."