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

He followed his eldest brother like a walking corpse, and he didn't feel a trace of the meaning of his life.

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

And now, another piece of good news has come, his surgery has been confirmed.

Jian Yunnao smiled.

Laughing and laughing and crying again.

Father Jian, Mother Jian, and Jian Yuncheng looked at him, their expressions were solemn, but at the same time, they had a trace of relief.

After a while, after Jian Yunnao's mood calmed down, Jian Shuxun said to Jian Yuncheng:

"This time we have to do it well, and if the operation is really successful, we really have to thank the top surgeon."

"I know." There is no need for Jian Shuxun to be reminded of this, and Jian Yuncheng also knows what to do.

After the deed is done, the top surgeon's remuneration will definitely not be less.

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

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

"Little girl, did you oversleep?"

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

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

In the pink room, on a princess bed, a small body curled up on the bed, and the quilt bulged up a little.

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

"Why is it so hot?"

The old lady hurriedly shouted: "Woomin! Old man! Woomin! Come here! ”

Jian Yumin was in the next room, he was sleeping lazily at this time, and when he heard the anxious cry of the old lady, he was wearing a dark gray pajamas, and he didn't even have time to put on his shoes before he ran over.

"Woomin, the little boy has a fever! People are burned and confused! ”

Got a fever?

Jian Yumin hurriedly stepped forward and took Jian Yiling out of the quilt.

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

"Let the driver drive."

Jian Yumin commanded while carrying Jian Yiling downstairs.

"Hmm......"

Feeling that someone was holding him, Jian Yiling began to resist in his half-asleep sleep, and his body struggled restlessly.

"Good girl, it's my brother, it's my brother, you have a fever, my brother takes you to the hospital, don't be afraid, my brother doesn't bully you."

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

Jian Yumin comforted Jian Yiling while holding Jian Yiling into the car.

The old lady hurriedly followed, and didn't care 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, and it was not a problem to get any tickets.

Jian Yumin looked at Jian Yiling, who was still not very calm in his arms, and his brows were tightly wrinkled together for some reason, with a solemn expression.

His sister's weight was lighter than he had imagined, and her small body was held in her arms, as if he would hurt her with a single force.

This was the first time he hugged her and she didn't cry, but in this case, it might as well cry.

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

The doctor quickly prescribed medicine to Jian Yiling and hung up a drip.

After a while, Jian Yiling's frowning brows gradually relaxed, but a small face the size of a slap was still pale and bloodless.