Grandpa He coaxed in a low voice: Baby, be good!

In the second half of the night, Xiaomai was sleeping soundly when she was awakened by a low growl in the house. "Oh no, does the uncle have a fever?" She ran into the bedroom in two steps, turned on the bedside night light, and found that the man on the bed was sweating profusely, his hands tightly grasping the sheets, and he made low growls from time to time.

Xiaomai quickly went over and stretched out her little hand to touch the man's forehead. "You don't have a fever. Did you have a nightmare?"

As she was thinking, the man suddenly opened his eyes, which were bloodshot, as if he was holding back the pain. He grabbed Xiaomai's wrist that was touching his forehead and held it tightly in his hand. Xiaomai's wrist was almost broken, and she cried in pain, "It hurts so much."

The man stared at Xiaomai, "Get lost!"

Xiaomai was so scared that she ran out of the bedroom. She was so frightened that her hand was almost broken. She heard a "bang bang" sound from the room. Xiaomai quietly went to the door and looked inside. Her heart almost stopped. She saw He Lingting holding his head with both hands and was about to bang his head against the head of the bed.

Without caring about anything else, she rushed over, hugged the man's head and said in a crying voice: "Uncle, what's wrong with you? Stop now, it's very dangerous, wake up now."

He Lingting looked at Xiaomai's frightened little face, tears in her clear eyes, and immediately put down his hand. The little girl was really scared.

He Lingting was in good condition when he fell asleep last night. Maybe he had experienced too much yesterday. When he was half asleep, he remembered that he was drugged and a heavily made-up woman touched his chest. He suddenly became short of breath and had a splitting headache. He knew he was about to have an attack.

He tried his best to endure it, but still woke up the little girl. Strangely enough, he was repelled by all women. Every time he touched a woman, he would feel extremely nauseous and uncomfortable all over. When it was serious, he would have a splitting headache and could not bear it. He would even ignore his relatives and hurt himself.

This is also the reason why some people say that he is gay. He really cannot touch women. He has also seen many doctors, both psychologists and neurosurgeons, but in the end, they could not find out what is wrong with him. His good friend Bai Chen is the top figure in brain and neurological research in the world, but he can't do anything about his illness.

But now he is not averse to this little girl at all. He likes her touch very much. When the little girl is sad, he wants to hug her and comfort her. But now his headache is still about to explode. He can only bear it and not scare her again. His heart shrinks when he sees the girl's tears. Could it be that there is something wrong with his heart? This is the first time in twenty-nine years that he has felt this way, with worry mixed with joy.

Xiaomai saw that the man had calmed down a little, and noticed that the veins on his forehead were still bulging. She knew that he was still in pain but was just enduring it himself. Xiaomai couldn't help but feel distressed. What was making him so painful? The uncle was so pitiful!

Xiaomai stood by the bed, holding the man's head, and comforted him softly, "Uncle, I don't know what you've been through, what made you so painful. No matter what happened, try to empty yourself, don't dwell on the past, and look forward to the future. There is no hurdle that cannot be overcome. Come on! Uncle."

Xiaomai comforted him while stroking his head, as if to help relieve his pain. The soft touch and sweet voice were indeed better than painkillers, and He Lingting gradually fell asleep.

Xiaomai found a towel to wipe the sweat off the man's face, covered him with a quilt, and looked at the clock. It was already 2:30 in the morning. She thought she had to catch up on her sleep. Just as she was about to get up, she found the man tugging at her clothes. She looked at the man's sleeping face, sighed, and fell asleep on the edge of the bed.