Chapter 61

He vomited five or six times until he could vomit nothing more. An Zimo's head felt heavy, and his body temperature rose.

He lay on the ground for a while to recover his strength, then calmly got up from the toilet, clutching his stomach. An Zimo first went back to his room to change his clothes, then took out all his important documents, such as his medical insurance card and ID card, and put them in his small backpack. He also packed two sets of clothes before pushing open the door to the master bedroom and tapping the coffin with his fingers.

An Zimo knew she wouldn't wake up so easily, so he turned on the bedside lamp. The sudden light startled An Xiang awake.

She was still asleep and not even used to the bright light; it took her a while to sit up groggily.

An Zimo stood in front, wearing a thick coat with a light yellow raincoat over it. His skin was pale, and his lips were bloodless, making his eyes look even bigger and darker.

An Xiang rubbed her eyes and asked in a hoarse voice, "Momo, why did you get up?"

An Zimo clutched his stomach, his steps unsteady and his body weak, but he still calmly said, "Don't cry if you tell me."

An Xiang found it amusing; it sounded as if she herself was crying.

"I won't cry, you say."

I might have food poisoning.

An Xiang's expression changed drastically.

An Zimo continued calmly, "It could be acute gastroenteritis or acute appendicitis in children. In any case, you need to take me to the hospital as soon as possible." After saying that, he felt nauseous again and rushed to the bathroom, vomiting several mouthfuls of bile into the toilet.

An Xiang then realized something was wrong and hurriedly got up and dressed. She had never dealt with such an unexpected situation before, and her mind was in a daze. Just as she was at a loss, An Zimo spoke again, "I've put my ID card and everything else in my backpack. You just need to take your phone."

An Xiang stunned, suddenly realizing that the little boy, not even four years old, was more reliable than an adult.

She hailed a taxi, then grabbed An Zimo and ran outside.

An Xiang's eyes were filled with urgency, and he could clearly hear the anxiety in her heart.

An Zimo remained calm. "I can walk by myself. It's raining outside, and you might fall if you're nervous."

"It's okay, it's okay, Mommy won't fall." She hugged An Zimo tightly, her slightly messy hair sticking to her fair and delicate cheeks. Her lips were slightly pursed, and her pupils flickered with unease, but she still tried to remain calm because she didn't want her panic to cause her child anxiety.

An Zimo's heart skipped a beat. After a pause, he said, "I didn't know if I needed to be hospitalized, so I just grabbed a few clothes. You can drop me off at the hospital and then come back on your own."

The more sensible he became, the more guilty An Xiang.

Compared to her son, she seemed less composed and less adept at managing things.

The car was already parked at the entrance of the residential area. Night rain was falling. An Xiang carefully covered An Zimo with the brim of her raincoat, then picked him up and ran to the car.

They went to the nearest Pediatric Hospital, and even in the early hours of the morning, there were still many patients in the emergency room.

While waiting in line, An Xiang poured him a cup of hot water.

An Zimo shook his head and spat into the plastic bag twice more.

He had no energy left to waste, and he leaned against An Xiang's arm, half-asleep, his eyes half-closed and his ears ringing.

He couldn't feel pain, so he didn't know where the problem was. He had been sick before, but his mother usually didn't care. He mostly relied on his body's self-healing ability, and only secretly bought medicine when he couldn't bear it anymore.

An Xiang smelled nice. She held his hand tightly; her hand wasn't wide, her fingers weren't strong, but delicate and soft, lacking much strength. An Zimo stared blankly at the hand that was holding him tightly, then looked up at the profile filled with worry and anxiety.

He blinked slightly, opened his mouth, but then hesitated, unsure of what to say.

"Next, An Zimo."

Hearing the nurse call their number, An Xiang carried An Zimo into the examination room.

He was very well-behaved and didn't make a sound during the examination. The nurses rarely saw such a sensible child in the pediatric ward. In addition, he was so beautiful and delicate that their attitude towards him improved a lot.

"Acute appendicitis, surgery is required."

"Appendicitis?"

"Hmm." The doctor looked at the X-ray, his tone clearly reproachful. "It looks like it's been going on for a while. Any later and he would have died. Appendicitis is so painful, why didn't you bring the child in sooner?"

An Xiang stunned. She had never had appendicitis, but she knew it was unpleasant.

She stared blankly at An Zimo, only to find that his expression remained indifferent.

"I'm sorry, I... I don't know." An Xiang was at a loss; her son's pale, bloodless face made her heart ache.

"It's not her fault," An Zimo suddenly said, "It's just that I can't feel the pain."

The doctor paused, his hand still as he wrote the prescription.

An Zimo said, "Whether I get injured or bump into something, I don't feel any pain. I think I have Congenital Insensitivity to Pain, so it's my own problem."

His expression was calm, and his tone was as natural as if he were discussing the weather.

The doctors, nurses, and even An Xiang all stared at him in surprise. An Xiang's reaction was the strongest. She had spent so much time with the child and had never heard him complain once. Whether he was beaten or injured, he was always so indifferent.

An Xiang felt terrible; it was as if a huge rock was pressing on her chest, making it hard to breathe.

"Don't cry, no one's going to comfort you." An Zimo frowned and complained when he saw her eyes were red and she looked like she was about to cry again. "Are you a child? You cry all the time. It's so annoying. I still have to go for surgery."

"Momo..." An Xiang's arms fell to her sides, her lips trembled, and tears streamed down her face. "I'm sorry..."

She did cry.

An Zimo clutched his stomach and rolled his eyes.

"Excuse me, when do we start the surgery?" There was no point in relying on An Xiang now; An Zimo remained calm and decided to rely on himself.

The doctor has been working in the pediatric emergency department for at least seven or eight years and has seen all kinds of unruly children, but it is rare to see someone like An Zimo who can manage himself and adults at the same time.

"Go pay the fees first, and once the operating room is ready, we can begin."

An Zimo nodded. "How long will the surgery take?"

"Conventional surgeries take longer, so we generally recommend minimally invasive procedures, which are shorter and better for recovery."

After listening, An Zimo said to An Xiang, "Pay the fees, I need to have surgery."

An Xiang wiped away her tears and asked anxiously, "Doctor, are there any risks?"

She was terrified, but the doctor couldn't help but laugh and say, "Every surgery carries risks."

An Xiang's face turned pale.

An Zimo couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Appendicitis surgery is a common minor procedure, and it's very advanced with modern technology, so you don't need to worry about these unnecessary things."

An Xiang wronged after being scolded by her son, left the room, paid the bill, and signed the papers all in one go.

An Zimo was wheeled away by the nurse to change clothes. While she was busy, the nurse chatted with her, saying, "Baby, you're so sensible. You must love your Mommy very much."

like?

The mushy words immediately gave An Zimo goosebumps, and he said with undisguised disgust, "I just didn't want her to cry all the time."

"Pfft." The nurse burst out laughing instantly.

"You'll be under anesthesia during the surgery, so don't worry."

An Zimo: "It's fine if I don't go."

The nurse was speechless. For someone who couldn't feel pain, it seemed... indeed, it might work. She was in a dilemma and decided to ask the surgeon later if anesthesia was needed.

During the time An Zimo was preparing for surgery, An Xiang sat on a chair outside the operating room.

She knew she was a mature Mommy and shouldn't always be crying; her son would laugh at her and look down on her. But she just couldn't help it.

He is very young, yet possesses intelligence and composure beyond his years.

This intelligence taught him to be patient; when he couldn't feel the pain, all the attacks from the outside world felt like knives stabbing at his heart. She, however, blamed him for being immature, disobedient, and failing to understand others.

An Xiang towards the operating room, her heart heavy.

The lights in the corridor flickered on and off, and she was the only one left waiting on the chair. The surgery ended quickly, and An Xiang hurriedly got up and went over.

"The surgery was successful; you'll need to stay in the hospital for observation for a few days."

An Xiang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your child is so adorable. During the surgery, he kept saying he didn't feel any pain and didn't need anesthesia. He even complained for a while after we administered the anesthesia. He should be asleep now; you can go to his room to keep him company."

"Thank you, doctor."

An Xiang her, An turned and headed towards the inpatient ward.

An Zimo was assigned to an ordinary double room. A curtain separated the two beds, and it seemed that someone was living in the room. An Xiang put her things down quietly and carefully sit on the edge of the bed.

The anesthesia kept An Zimo in a drowsy state throughout the entire process.

Her fingers traced his face, then she took An Zimo's small backpack and began to check it. He had brought a set of clothes and a set of pajamas, two pairs of socks, a water bottle, a tablet, and all the other small items.

They were very well prepared and meticulous, even more thorough than she had considered.

An Xiang's chest was instantly filled with tenderness, and she couldn't help but lower her head and kiss An Zimo's nose.

After the anesthesia wore off, An Zimo, still asleep, began to scratch uncontrollably at his wound. To prevent him from moving around and touching the affected area, An Xiang stayed up all night, constantly monitoring her son's condition.

As dawn approached, the nurses began their rounds, An Xiang the opportunity to leave and go home to prepare meals for the patients.

A gentle ray of morning light invaded his vision. An Zimo rubbed his eyes, lazily yawned, and slowly opened them. He immediately looked around; the seat was empty, and his bag was gone, so he guessed they had gone home long ago.

An Zimo was inexplicably unhappy. He propped his head up and looked at the wound on his stomach, then fell back onto the pillow.

"Hello."

Someone was calling from next to me; it was the little boy sleeping in the bed next to mine.

He didn't look very old, maybe six years old at most. He had a shaved head, and two thin arms protruded from his hospital gown. His face was sallow, and his forehead was dark, but his eyes were very bright and intelligent.

Was that your Mommy yesterday?

An Zimo looked away, not wanting to pay him any attention.

The little boy, very outgoing, rested his chin on his hand, wiggled his little feet, and said with a grin, "Your Mommy stayed with you all night, she didn't sleep at all."

An Zimo raised an eyebrow and turned his head. "Really?"

"Really? Why would I lie to you?" He jumped onto An Zimo's bed. "Is your name Momo? That's what I heard your Mommy call you."

The sudden shrinking space displeased An Zimo. "My name is An Zimo. We're not close, so don't call me that so intimately. Then get off my bed."

As if he hadn't heard, he sniffled and extended his hand to An Zimo a friendly manner. "My name is Qiu Yang. You look younger than me, so just call me Brother Yangyang."

"...?"

This kid certainly knows how to elevate his seniority.

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An Zimo: They even gave me anesthesia for such a minor surgery. They really don't know what's good for them.

Two hundred red envelopes, it could be at the third watch or the second watch.

Don't scold her, she'll cry just thinking about it, sob sob, her son had surgery at such a young age, she'll cry because it breaks her heart!! She's a little princess! She needs her son to pamper her!