"Mom, can you please not be angry?"
The child on the hospital bed looked quite fine and didn't appear weak. Although he was wearing a hospital gown, he wasn't connected to any IVs, and the only sign that he was a patient was a piece of gauze taped to his neck.
Su Lu sat by the bed peeling an apple, but she had no intention of sharing it with Zhao Xiaole.
After peeling it, she just ate it herself.
"Mom, can I have a bite?" Zhao Xiaole leaned in.
Su Lu glanced at him but didn't speak and didn't intend to give him a bite.
Zhao Xiaole pursed his lips and whispered again, "Mom, can you please not be angry."
"I'm not angry," Su Lu looked at him. "I'm not angry at all, I'm just scared, scared to death."
Su Lu wasn't exaggerating; she truly was terrified.
Just thinking about that moment, if they hadn't been lucky enough to have a doctor present, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Just thinking about it made her scalp tingle.
