The delicate cannon fodder is stunning, saving the male supporting role but getting teased instead

Song Xun has been in a coma for more than ten days and shows no signs of waking up.

The doctors here were also helpless, and both Grandpa Song and Song Meihua looked much more haggard.

"Fortunately, Xiaorou is here, otherwise I don't know how I could have held on." Song Meihua sat next to her father, looking at Wen Xiaorou who seemed to be asleep sitting beside Song Xun's bed, and said with emotion.

In fact, Wen Xiaorou did nothing but sit here and chat with Song Meihua, which made her feel uncomfortable.

After all, anyone who encounters such a thing will inevitably feel desperate and depressed.

Her brother had gone to the forest farm, and her sister-in-law had passed away due to illness. Song Meihua had always treated Song Xun as her own flesh and blood, and now that he was unconscious, it was like cutting off Song Meihua's flesh.

Song Shuzhong also looked at Wen Xiaorou with a very kind look in his eyes, and said softly, "I don't know what's wrong with Xiaoxun. I've contacted your Uncle Wen to help contact Dr. Li, a national master of traditional Chinese medicine. He should be here soon. Your Uncle Wen will come with him, and you can ask him to see Xiaorou then."

Song Meihua was stunned for a moment, and asked in surprise, "Do you want Uncle Wen to adopt Xiaorou?"

Song Shuzhong nodded. "When I returned to the village, I inquired about the Wen family. This child has been abused at home. Since we brought her out, we have to find a good way out for her. We don't know when we can return to the city, and we can't let this little girl suffer with us without knowing what's going on."

Song Meihua nodded. In fact, she was thinking that if Song Xun could wake up, there would be nothing wrong in letting him marry the gentle and lovely Xiaorou.

Just like his father said, they don’t know when they can return to the city, and it is possible that they will be poor people in this village for the rest of their lives.

This would definitely delay Song Xun's marriage, so Song Meihua thought it would be nice if Xiaorou could be with Song Xun.

But since Song Shuzhong has found a better way out for Xiaorou, Song Meihua will certainly not stop him.

Although the Song family had only been with Wen Xiaorou for more than ten days, they all fell in love with this kind little girl.

"Okay, Dad, I'll listen to you. I hope Xiaoxun can wake up soon. If he likes Xiaorou as much as we do, it would be nice to have one more person at home. However, it would definitely be better for Xiaorou if she could go to the Wen family." Song Meihua said with some regret.

Wen Xiaorou accidentally fell asleep beside Song Xun's bed. In a corner where the Song family couldn't see, her hand was still holding Song Xun's hand.

Wen Xiaorou did not hear the conversation between Song Shuzhong and Song Meihua.

But Song Xun, who was lying on the hospital bed, heard the discussion between his grandfather and aunt, and he couldn't help feeling sad. If Uncle Wen really wanted to adopt Xiaorou, then he would have to be separated from Xiaorou.

For Song Xun, this was a very terrifying thing. It meant that he would lie here and face true nothingness. No one could hear his voice, and no one could talk to him.

Song Xun's first thought was to beg Xiaorou not to leave him.

But then, Song Xun heard his grandfather say, "The Wen family is really cruel. Look at Xiaorou, she's already 16 years old, but she's so thin and looks like a child. I heard that not only does she not have anything to eat at home, but she also does all the hard work and gets beaten. But they didn't treat the other two children of the Wen family like that."

Grandpa Song grew increasingly angry as he continued, "The people here are so ignorant and superstitious. The Wen family has three children, one is a boy, and one is said to be a lucky star according to a fortune-teller's divination. Xiaorou is neither a boy nor a lucky star, yet they mistreat her like this. Sigh!"

Song Meihua looked at Xiaorou distressedly and asked, "Dad, didn't you tell Xiaorou about the adoption?"

Grandpa Song shook his head and said, "Adoption is a big deal after all. Let's wait for your Uncle Wen to come and take a look. It would be bad if we tell Xiaorou and give her hope, but your Uncle Wen doesn't want to adopt her."

Song Meihua also thought so, but she was actually more worried that Xiaorou didn't want to be adopted at all. Thinking this way, she honestly expressed her concerns: "Xiaorou is a kind child. I'm afraid that when the time comes, she will be worried about us and refuse to follow Uncle Wen."

Grandpa Song frowned. Thinking of this possibility, he knew what to do. He could only say, "Let's talk to the child and she'll understand. Leaving here is the best thing for her. We can't let her relatives find opportunities to suck her blood."

Song Xun lay there, listening quietly to the conversation between his grandfather and aunt.

The next second, he felt that the girl sleeping next to him seemed to wake up.

Song Xun has become increasingly anxious and fearful recently. Wen Xiaorou seemed to have sensed his uneasiness and chatted with him until very late last night.

While catching up on her sleep, she held his hand tightly, as if wanting to tell him that she was by his side.

Song Xun really wanted to shake hands with Wen Xiaorou, but now he couldn't move and couldn't even do such a simple thing.

If this is the only way he has to live his life, he would rather struggle in the mud himself than drag others into it.

Song Xun thought that Wen Xiaorou could hear his thoughts, so he quickly controlled his thoughts.

Wen Xiaorou was dazed at the moment and didn't hear anything.

"Xiao Rou, get up quickly and wash your face. I'll take you to buy some clothes after dinner." The Song family has been busy with Song Xun's affairs these days and has not taken care of Wen Xiaorou. Wen Xiaorou has been wearing Song Meihua's clothes these days.

Today, Grandpa Song was taking care of Song Xun in the hospital, so Song Meihua wanted to buy some clothes for Wen Xiaorou.

"No, no, Aunt Song, the clothes you gave me are enough for me to wear!" Wen Xiaorou waved her hands quickly.

"My clothes are too big for you. You need to buy some more and get your hair done." Song Meihua walked to Wen Xiaorou, touched her head and said.

"Xiao Rou, go out for a walk with my aunt. You've been with me for several days. When I wake up, I want to see you wearing new clothes." Song Xun suddenly spoke softly.

Hearing this, Wen Xiaorou looked at the fair and handsome Song Xun lying on the hospital bed, then looked at her own rough hands, and nodded.

If possible, she would certainly like to look better.

"Okay, thank you Aunt Song." Wen Xiaorou looked up at Song Meihua and thanked her softly.

Song Meihua actually had a fiancé before, but before they got married, something happened in her family. Her fiancé was afraid of being implicated, so he immediately broke off the engagement with Song Meihua.

Song Meihua was so heartbroken that she no longer had the desire to look for another partner. Later, she was demoted here and lost all chances of getting married.

So she became an old maid.

Now, holding Wen Xiaorou's little hand and taking her to buy clothes, Song Meihua felt as if she was taking her own daughter shopping.