My Mr. Song is extremely protective ( Machine Translation )

Song de's fawning smile made Song Xiangnan feel very disgusted. He finally made up his mind. "Dad, I'm fine. It's just that the nurse told me to add a fifth of the medicine.

"I need to add a medicine in the bottle. That's why I keep looking at the time. "

Song de Suddenly understood. "So that's how it is! I was thinking too much. When the time is up, hurry up and add it in.

"My stomach is full, and I'm also sleepy. You can go back after the beating earlier, and I can also sleep. "

Song Xiangnan acted after hearing that. His movements were very professional. This was something that Zhao Yisheng had impromptu instructed him to do in the afternoon. 50 ML of medicinal liquid was poured into the drip bottle.

As the liquid slowly flowed, it quickly hit Song De's body.

Song de did not feel anything at first. He was in a daze and wanted to sleep, but when he was halfway to sleep, he suddenly felt a pain in his heart, and he felt that it was beating very vigorously.

Bang, Bang, Bang

His heart was beating violently. Song de had no choice but to open his eyes. He looked at Song Xiangnan, who was standing by the bed, and said weakly, "I feel uncomfortable in my heart. What's going on?

Is it an allergy?

Hurry up and call the doctor for me. Ask him what's going on."

Song Xiangnan smiled. "Dad, if this is a special medicine from the hospital, it costs 200 yuan per bottle!

"This is a reaction from the medicine. It's working. You have to persevere a little longer.

"Do you plan to stay in bed forever?

"That way, even if you have a good life, you can only stay in bed. You won't be able to enjoy it. "

After hearing his son's advice, Song de also understood this principle. If he didn't have a good body, he could only stay in bed all day.

That was no different from dying, so he made up his mind and endured it. However, the pain was getting more and more painful, and the sweat on his forehead was slowly flowing down.

The clothes on his body were already soaked through.

As the pain deepened, he felt that his hands and feet couldn't move anymore.

The corners of his mouth had also gone numb. He wanted to open his mouth to speak, but he didn't have any strength.

He could only use his eyes to indicate to Song Xiangnan that his body was very uncomfortable. He told him to quickly call the doctor over.

Song De's survival instinct made him more and more afraid. Only then did Meng ran remember that there was no reaction when he was given the IV drip.

And after Song Xiangnan added a bottle of medicine into it, his body felt uncomfortable. This made him have no choice but to think more about it.

He looked carefully at Song Xiangnan again, but there was no trace of worry on his face. Instead, there was a trace of a smile hidden in the corner of his mouth.

What was there to not understand?

What Song Xiangnan had just given him was not a life-saving medicine, but a medicine that could kill him!

Song de's will to survive strengthened. "Ah! " He shouted and pointed at Song Xiangnan. He really wanted to ask him why?

Why did he put the medicine in his IV DRIP? Did he really want him to die?

Song Xiangnan sneered at this time. "Are you worthy of being my father?

Who Do you think you are?

After giving me away, you know that I'm living quite well now.

So you want a piece of the Pie?

You're too naive. I'll kill you like an ant.

Does it hurt now?

Oh, I forgot. You can't stand the pain anymore.

I spent 2,000 yuan to get this medicine. It tastes good, right!

I bought it to send you on your way. You can die in peace!

If you hadn't come, I wouldn't have attacked you. What happened now is your own fault. You can't blame me.

This is what you get for daydreaming, understand?"

Song de looked at his son who was standing in front of him, blaming him. He couldn't say anything. His body was in pain, but his heart was in pain. At this moment, he really regretted it... ...