"I want to take Lin Xikai abroad for treatment." Yan Lin thought for a long time and finally spoke out.

Lin Yiran stood there, living in the ward with Lin Xikai these days. She had long been accustomed to the strong and pungent smell of disinfectant here.

She walked aside and poured a glass of water for Yan Lin.

He handed the paper cup to Yan Lin, who raised his head and glanced at Lin Yiran before taking the cup.

The size of the paper cup in Yan Lin's hand became obviously smaller. He drank all the water in one gulp and tapped his slightly sore mouth and feet with his thumb, "I watched Lin Xikai grow up."

Yan Lin knew that Lin Yiran was not planning to let go of Lin Xikai, let alone let him leave alone with the unconscious Lin Xikai.

He also knew that he would keep Lin Xikai here again.

More bad luck than good.

Yan Lin raised his eyelids and looked at Lin Yiran who still didn't speak, and continued, "Don't you always want Lin Xikai to get involved in these right and wrong?"

Lin Yiran didn't speak for a long time. She walked to the window and frowned at the people coming and going.

Yan Lin's words put her in a dilemma for a moment.

The ward was so quiet that only Yan Lin's breathing could be heard. He touched the corner of his eye where Li Hanxuan had punched him and hissed in pain.

Lin Xikai blinked on the hospital bed.

He slowly opened his eyes. Although he kept Li Hanxuan's words in mind, he still opened his eyes before leaving his mother.

Lin Xikai glanced at her mother, who had her back turned, and then at Yan Lin, who looked hurt.

He coughed twice, his voice a little weak, "Uncle Yan Lin, I don't want to leave my mother, and I don't want to leave my father either..."

Hearing Lin Xikai's voice, Lin Yiran quickly turned around.

She looked at Lin Xikai on the hospital bed in disbelief, "Little Shitou! You're awake!"

"I'll call the doctor..."

Yan Lin stood up in shock, no longer caring about the injuries on his body and face, and hurriedly ran out of the ward.

Lin Yiran half-crouched beside the bed, holding Lin Xikai's hand tightly. She could only open her mouth, but couldn't say anything.

She bit her lip tightly, tears dripping from the corners of her eyes.

Lin Xikai raised his fleshy little hand and wiped the tears on Lin Yiran's face, "Mom...Dad told me that in order to prevent my great-grandpa from taking me away, I can only pretend not to know how to do it."

Wake up. Don't let Uncle Yan Lin take me away. I don't have to go abroad for treatment. I don't want to leave you and dad..."

"No one can take you away, you will always be with your mother." Lin Yiran raised the corners of her mouth slightly, stretched out her hand and touched his head.

The doctor came in time, examined Lin Xikai, and announced the good news.

Lin Xikai is fine.

Hearing the good news, Lin Yiran sat on the bed next to her with relief.

Before leaving, the doctor told Lin Xikai to stay in the hospital for another two days for observation.

At night, Lin Yiran and Lin Xikai squeezed into the same bed.

Lin Xikai nestled in Lin Yiran's arms, his smiling eyes bent into a line.

Lin Yiran touched Lin Xikai's forehead, "Mom, I want to ask you, did you fall down the stairs by yourself?"

Lin Xikai raised his eyes and carefully glanced at Lin Yiran's expression.

Then he lowered his head and pouted slightly, "It was the short-haired aunt who slapped me... I didn't stand firm and fell down the stairs..."

"She hit you!"

Lin Yiran sat up from the bed angrily.

Thinking of the way her second aunt slapped Lin Xikai, Lin Yiran felt her heart tremble.
Chapter completed!