Little Youyou didn't understand what ye Tianxin was saying and continued to kick and kick with all her might.
Ye Tianxin was so anxious that her forehead was covered in sweat.
Li qingcang was also feeling sad.
Seeing his own child so sad with his own eyes, li qingcang felt as if his heart had been cut into pieces.
Little Jin and Youyou were only a few years old, yet they had to suffer like this.
Li qingcang would rather be the one suffering.
"Jin is asleep."
Ye Tianxin looked at Youyou, who had gradually stopped crying, and replied softly, " she's asleep.
She gently held Youyou's foot, which was pierced with the needle, and the cold liquid entered Youyou's foot.
Ye Tianxin felt that aiyou's feet were cold.
"Hubby, you have to get the family to send two hot water bags over. I feel that Youyou's feet are very cold."
Li qingcang reached out and touched little Jin's head. He also felt that it was a little cold.
"Alright," he said.
