The 99th Divorce

Ou Ming's father convinced Qiao Ziqing.

However, after several hours, Ou Ming was still lying on the bed motionless.

After looking at the time, it was more than eleven o'clock, and Qiao Ziqing knew that from yesterday morning, Ou Ming had not eaten.

It's all supported by infusion, so how can it be done?

Qiao Ziqing walked to Ou Ming's bed, gently pushed Ou Ming, and shouted, "Xiao Ou, got up and eaten."

Ou Ming was lying on the bed, motionless.

The water just hung up, and the nurse came to help Ouming pull the needle.

But Ou Ming never moved.

Qiao Ziqing looked sour in heart, sitting next to his son, covering his mouth and daring to cry, his shoulders shook slightly, but he could not help but breathe heavily.

Ou Ming seemed to raise his head and opened his eyes.

However, there was still nothing in those eyes.

There is no glory, and there is no god.

When Qiao Ziqing saw Ou Ming's eyes, he stood up quickly, biting his fist and grabbing his hand hard, for fear of crying out loud.

Although Ou Ming's eyes were inaudible, his hearing was miraculously good.

Hearing this extremely weeping cry, Ou Ming closed his eyes and said, "When can I be discharged?"

Qiao Ziqing heard Ou Ming finally speaking and opened his mouth to speak, but when he took his hand away, he cried heavily.

At the same time, I wanted to speak, but I couldn't say anything.

"When you are in good health, you can naturally be discharged from the hospital." O'Hawkin walked in with a new meal in his hand and said, "Now your first priority is to raise your body, no matter what, you have to eat hard, If you have no appetite, you have to eat a little. "

Qiao Ziqing saw her husband, grabbed his hand, suppressed weeping, and cried like a child.

O Hawking patted her hand gently, looked at Ou Ming, and said: "I know you don't like the hospital, but you can't be discharged yet, your eyes are likely to recover, maybe you will do it again If you go on, it will really not recover. "

Ou Ming was still indifferent when he heard this.

O Hawking said bitterly, "Xiao Ou, you are also 31 years old, and you are 32 years old after the Chinese New Year. You should be a little more sensible. Such a big person, don't worry your parents."

"Got it," Ou Ming didn't look up, didn't open his eyes, and said, "Go back, don't worry about me, I will eat when I'm hungry."

"No, eat now, Xiaoou, eat now. Mom begs you for something, okay?" Qiao Ziqing opened the lunch box and said, "This is Guisao's dish, you don't like it very much. What does Guisao do? Come, try it? "

While speaking, hold the bowl in the direction of Ou Ming.

Ou Ming rolled the quilt over and rolled over, said: "You are so annoying, I don't want to eat."

Qiao Ziqing handed over the bowl to the air.

Her son was actually annoying her.

Qiao Ziqing felt a sorrow in his heart, and felt sad in his heart.

As soon as Wen Fenglin came, he saw such a scene.

He sighed secretly in his heart and shouted: "Little Qiao, the child doesn't want to eat, let him be hungry."

O Hawking listened, and looked at Wen Fenglin a bit unhappy, and said: "Old Wen, not your son, how can I do anything?"

"How can I say this, it is not my fault that your children fall to this point."