Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

The doctor walked in quickly, took a light rain from Xia Ruoxin's arms, and carefully placed the child on the bed. A thin needle had been stuck in the child's little hand, and her favorite doll was At this time, he was thrown on the ground, and even stepped by the rushing nurse.

Xia Ruoxin approached quickly, lifted the doll from the ground, and carefully held it in her arms, but her tears kept dripping on the doll's face, and the baby's face was trampled on. The place was cleaned up with tears soon. The doll was still laughing, but the daughter she was holding kept crying.

The child on the hospital bed was very small, her face was showing an abnormal blush, and her little hands were tightly clasped together. From time to time, she would hear her cry, and her sentence was extremely distressing. Little sound. .

"Mom ... Some rain hurts ..."

"Small rain hurts ..."

"Mom whirring……"

"Mom whispers to the rain ..."

Xia Ruoxin suddenly covered her mouth and did not let herself cry out. She was afraid to disturb the doctor. She was afraid that they would not save her poor daughter. She was about to have an operation and was about to wait. Wait another day. She can become a drizzle of extremely healthy before, she can run, she can jump, she can cry, she laughs, and she no longer hurts.

Her child must be fine. Never, otherwise, she will not survive.

The doctor wiped the sweat on his face, put his hand on the child's extremely small face, and gently measured her temperature. OK, finally, it's all right, he gently stroked the child's face, you really are A brave child, you will be fine, you will, I believe uncle, uncle will cure you.

He all felt a little burning in his eyes. He was almost scared to death just now. The child's illness suddenly became ill. The child was almost unable to sustain it just now.

After spending so much time with him, he also likes this cute and beautiful child. Fortunately, only this time, surgery can be performed tomorrow, and she will be fine.

The doctor turned around, and behind that was the crying woman. She was scared too.

"It's okay, rest assured, she's fine, don't quarrel with her, she's a very good child and won't leave you." The doctor's voice became extremely soft, and it seemed to be afraid of quarreling too hard brat.

"Well, thank you," Xia Ruo nodded her heart, she didn't even dare to say her voice, and there was a slight undulating chest in her eyes, and the place close to her chest fell, and her little rain was still alive, Alive, without leaving her.

She approached, sat by the bed, lowered her head, carefully wiped the doll from her arms, then gently lifted off the corner of the quilt, and placed the doll in the arms of the raindrops.

"Don't be afraid, drizzle, mother is here, here to accompany you," she gently stroked her daughter's face, her voice choking uncomfortably.

"It's okay, it's okay. After the surgery tomorrow, Xiaoyudian will not hurt, it will not hurt."

The doctor sighed. This was the way out. He had to study tomorrow's surgery again. He approached his office and sat down. He closed his eyes tiredly for only a while. For a long time, he was strenuous, and sat upright, looking at the cases in front of himself, turning them one by one, and then he rubbed his eyebrows.