Mrs. Huo wants to have a second child

Wu Hai was still in the living room. Seeing Wu Jing trembling with fear, he said impatiently, "Why are you out here if you have nothing to do?!"

Wu Jing shrank back and trembled as she spoke, "Dad, my sister has a fever. The wound might be infected. Can...can I take my sister to the hospital?"

"No, what hospital?"

Wu Hai looked at her with a gloomy face, his face dark and blue, as if he disliked the trouble the two sisters had caused him.

"But Dad, my sister has a fever and the situation is really bad."

"Please, Dad, please let me take my sister to the hospital!"

Wu Jing knelt in front of Wu Hai and begged desperately.

But Wu Hai didn't care about Wu Jing's life or death at all. Instead, he scolded Wu Jing, "Do you want to die? Your brother is resting upstairs. If you wake him up with such a loud voice, just wait for me to punish you!"

Speaking of that man, Wu Jing couldn't help but shudder and immediately explained, "Dad, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

"Okay, don't bother me. It's just a fever, it won't kill you."

"Get out of here!" Wu Hai was already impatient. He raised his leg and kicked Wu Jing, who was kneeling in front of him, hard, as if the person in front of him was his enemy instead of his daughter.

He turned around and went upstairs without hesitation.

At this time, Wu Jing in the room had woken up at some point. She struggled to sit up with her almost broken body.

"Sister, how are you?"

Wu Jing saw this scene as soon as she opened the door and walked in. Without even wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, she hurried forward to help her up.

Wu Jing's face was pale but she was still holding on. She shook her head weakly at her sister and said, "Jingjing, don't worry. I'm fine."

But the next second, Wu Jing had a violent cough and blood could not stop flowing from the corner of her mouth.

"Sister! Sister!"

Wu Jing hurriedly helped Wu Jing to breathe, trying to relieve her severe coughing symptoms.

But Wu Jing's injuries were too severe, and her actions were completely useless. Wu Jing still coughed up blood.

Wu Jing looked so weak that she seemed as if a gust of wind could take her away. She seemed to have no strength to hold on any longer.

Wu Jing panicked, tears streaming down her face as she choked and sobbed, "Sister!"

"What should I do? Sister, what can I do to help you?"

Wu Jing couldn't think of any way to convince her father Wu Hai, but Wu Jing's situation really couldn't be delayed any longer.

Suddenly, an idea came into Wu Jing's mind.

The most unacceptable thing in her life became the only way to save her sister's life at this moment.

……

Wu Jing dragged his almost broken body into the ward where Wu Jing was.

Looking at the stable vital signs displayed on the monitoring instrument, Wu Jing finally relaxed his tense body and collapsed in front of the bed.

In the quiet ward, the monitoring equipment was working and making a "beep-beep" sound.

Wu Jing curled up into a ball in a corner of the bed, desperately wiping the stains on her body.

But she could never wipe it clean, the dirt would always remain on her skin and in her body...

"Why can't I clean it?"

Wu Jing spoke in despair, her voice tense and shrill, as if the world had reached a desperate situation.

"Sister, what should I do if I can't clean it?"

He frantically scratched the marks on his neck with his hands, but apart from adding extra scratches, those humiliating marks were still exposed nakedly in the air.

"Sister...it hurts so much..."