The next morning, when Song Yao woke up, she found herself lying on the bed.
She got up and looked around. When she saw Song Duoduo lying on the side, she took a deep breath. She tiptoed out of bed and gently touched the little girl's face.
After a night's infusion, the rash obviously disappeared a lot.
"Duoduo, it's my fault. I didn't take good care of you." Song Yao felt guilty.
As a mother, even if there was something wrong with her child, Song Yao thought it had something to do with herself. She didn't protect the child well.
Song Duoduo frowned slightly, her palm-sized little face slightly pale, Song Yao sighed faintly, "Sleep well, baby." Just where was Han Che?
She vaguely remembered that she was waiting with Han Che last night. Then she felt dizzy and seemed to fall asleep.
"Hello, where is the man who came with me last night? Did he leave?" Walking out of the ward, Song Yao found the nurse who was on duty yesterday.