Hai Tong’s words brought Mrs Shang to tears.
She thought of herself.
Back then, when she and her sister were sent to the orphanage, there were two other sisters.
But when she had news of her sister, she was the only one left, and she hadn’t even seen the last of her only sister.
War Yin hugged Hai Tong tightly, giving her support and comfort.
“Tong Tong, sis will be fine, she will wake up soon, it’s fine.”
“Don’t you worry, we still have to help sis take care of Yangyang, Yangyang is scared.”
Hai Tong was so scared that she couldn’t stop her tears, none of Zhan Yin’s consolations worked, but when Yang Yang was mentioned, Hai Tong’s cries were much smaller.
Yes, she also had to help her sister take care of Yangyang.
After crying for a while, haitong adjusted her emotions, took the paper towel that war Yin gave her to wipe her tears, then left war Yin’s embrace, and walked towards yangyang that had been held by Zhou Honglin.
“Auntie.”
Yang Yang stretched out his hands towards her.
Haitong picked up and hugged Yangyang.
“Hai Tong, I’m sorry.”
Zhou Honglin apologised guiltily, it was all his fault, he didn’t hold Yangyang and had to pull Yangyang from Hai Ling again.
If Hai Ling had a mishap, he would blame himself for the rest of his life, and he would also blame himself for the rest of his life if Yangyang was snatched away.
Hai Tong hugged her nephew and turned around and walked back to War Yin’s side, not wanting to take care of Zhou Honglin.
Zhou Honglin blamed himself.
Mother Zhou wanted to say something but was held down by her husband.
At this time, whatever they said was wrong.
Hai Tong must hate their son.
Ye Jiani was even more afraid, and she struggled to make herself transparent.
Ye Jiani was even more afraid, and she struggled to make herself transparent.
“Auntie, is mummy going to die?”
Yangyang asked Haitong in fear.
He was scared when he thought of his mum covered in blood.
Hai Tong pressed her nephew’s head against her bosom, hugged the still shivering little body tightly, and said with a mute voice of certainty, “It won’t happen, your mum can live a long life, she won’t die, mum loves Yang Yang so much, she still has to watch Yang Yang study and grow up, she won’t leave Yang Yang behind.”
“Auntie, I’m so scared.”
“Don’t be afraid, Auntie is here, don’t be afraid ha, none of us are afraid, your mum will be fine, she will definitely be fine.”
Yang Yang tilted up his little face, his eyes were red and swollen, his face was covered in tear marks, and his face was pale to the core, with dried and solid blood stains.
Hai Tong looked down at her nephew in this state, and with another bout of heartache, she once again pressed Yang Yang’s head against her embrace, she hugged Yang Yang tightly, while Yang Yang wrapped his arms around her neck.
The door to the emergency room opened again.
Hai Ling was pushed out.
Hai Tong rushed over to her nephew in her arms.
But the nurses blocked her out of the way, and the nurses said as they pushed Hai Ling out of the way, “Family members don’t block the way, the injured person has to be transferred to the intensive care unit first.”
War Yin was busy holding and pulling Hai Tong out of the way.
Then together, they followed to the outside of the intensive care ward, and the medical staff then did not allow the family to follow them in.
Hai Tong saw her sister’s pale face, lying motionless on the hospital bed, her tears could not help but fall again.
A small hand gently wiped her tears as Yangyang said, “Auntie, don’t cry, my mum will be fine.”
He himself had long since burst into tears.
He understood that his mum had bled so much because of him.
“Well, Auntie doesn’t cry, Auntie is getting sand in her eyes from the wind.”
Hai Tong freed a hand and wiped away the tears.