In the ward, Yuanyuan was very sad, with a small red face covered with tears as well as a runny nose. The pain terrified him so much that he did not even loosen his firmly clenched fists.
"Mom..." Yuanyuan called for mom while crying. No one knew how many times he had called. Even Li Qin was about to burst into tears as she heard him crying. Her little grandson, so little, should undergo such suffering.
"Yuanyuan, grandma is here, grandma is here, do not cry ah." Li Qin stroked the child's small red face, her eyes sparkling with tears at this moment.
As soon as Mo Yixuan entered the ward, he heard the cries of the child. The cries for mother one after another made him quite upset and heartbroken.
He hurried over, took Yuanyuan from the nanny, and hugged him tightly in his arms.
Children were most afraid of injections, let alone receiving transfusion, which was undoubtedly a kind of torture for them.
