A pair of eyes full of mist stared at him tightly, with pale lips as his face, and muttered a pitiful and powerless sentence: "Yao, I ache..."

"endure it again, sweet son, endure it, we will soon get to the hospital!"

Shenglingyao's mute voice comforts Yao Xinxin gently.

Yao Xinxinxin nodded cleverly and responded weakly, "Okay."

Yao Xinxinxin has been wrapped in pain. She has no strength to speak, and her eyes are slowly closed.

Shengling Yaoxin's heart was tight, and he shook slightly around Yao Xinxin's shoulder. His tone was a little anxious: "Xiner, don't sleep!" We'll be in the hospital soon!"

This scenario is like four years ago!...