Chapter 137 Yi Ling's Sickness (1)

Jian Yunnao's life has not been easy these days, and some things have almost destroyed all his beliefs.

He followed his elder brother like a walking corpse, and he could not feel the meaning of his life.

If it weren't for knowing that his hand might be healed, he might not even have the courage to live.

And now, another good news comes, his surgery has been confirmed.

Jian Yunnao smiled.

Laughing and crying.

Jian's father, Jian's mother and Jian Yuncheng looked at him with solemn expressions, but at the same time there was a trace of peace of mind.

After a while, when Jian Yunnao's mood calmed down, Jian Shuxuan said to Jian Yuncheng:

"This time, things must be done well. If the operation is really successful, we really have to thank the top surgeon."

"I know." Without the need for additional reminders from Jian Shuxuan, Jian Yuncheng also knew what to do.

After this is done, the top surgeon's remuneration will certainly not be less.

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The next morning, Jian Yiling didn't get up on time as usual.

Madam Jian went to Jian Yiling's room and knocked on the door but no one answered.

"Little girl, have you overslept?"

"Little girl, grandma is a little worried, grandma is in."

Seeing that no one answered, Mrs. Jian opened the door.

In a pink room, a big princess bed, a small body curled up on the bed, and the quilt was raised in a small ball.

The old lady hurriedly stepped forward, lifted some quilts, touched Jian Yiling's forehead, and was startled.

"Why is it so hot?"

The old lady hurriedly called, "Yumin! Old man! Yumin! Come here!"

Jian Yumin was in the next room. He was sleeping late when he heard the anxious cry of the old lady. He was wearing dark gray pajamas and ran over before even putting on his shoes.

"Yumin, the little girl has a fever! Everyone is confused!"

Have a fever?

Jian Yumin hurried forward and took Jian Yiling out of the quilt.

In a hurry, he grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around Jian Yiling.

"Let the driver do the driving."

Jian Yumin gave instructions while holding Jian Yiling and walking downstairs.

"Well……"

Feeling that someone was holding her, Jian Yiling began to resist while he was half asleep, and his body struggled restlessly.

"Good, it's my brother, it's my brother. You have a fever. My brother will take you to the hospital. Don't be afraid. My brother won't bully you."

Jian Yumin thought that his impression of Jian Yiling was too bad, so he started to struggle when he hugged her.

While comforting Jian Yiling, Jian Yumin hugged Jian Yiling and got into the car.

The old lady hurried to keep up, not caring that the old man hadn't followed, so she hurriedly asked the driver to go to the hospital first.

On the road, the old lady asked the driver to drive, no matter how many tickets were.

Jian Yumin looked at Jian Yiling, who was still restless in his arms and frowned for some reason, with a solemn expression.

The younger sister's weight is lighter than he imagined, and the soft and small body is held in his arms, as if he will hurt her if he exerts force.

This was the first time she didn't cry when he hugged her, but in this case, it's better to cry.

When I arrived at the hospital and saw a doctor, it was a common cold and fever, with a body temperature of 39 and a half degrees, complicated by gastroenteritis.

The doctor quickly prescribed medicine for Jian Yiling and put on a drip.

After a while, Jian Yiling's tightly wrinkled brows gradually loosened, but her small face the size of a palm was still pale and bloodless.