Zhang Yimin scolded in his heart and strode over to one of the small beds.

The children in bed are cute and pink, but Zhang Yimin is not happy with them.

But at this moment, he has no other way, even if he does not want to be saved, he is saved.

He took a long breath, wiped out the miscellaneous thoughts in his heart, pinched a silver needle from the silver needle box with both fingers, and gently tied it down on the child's chest...

Xiao Yang, beside Zhang Yimin, looked at the children in the hospital bed, and his heart was filled with sympathy.

He watched the child...