Boss, Your Babies Are Raising Hell

"I'm fine." Shi Miao's voice sounded weak.    

The more she said that she was fine, the more it proved that she was fine.    

She just didn't want others to worry about her.    

Shi Xiaomei picked up her hand and took her pulse. Then, she said with a serious expression, "The situation is not optimistic."    

Shi Miao smiled weakly, "No matter how pessimistic it is, it will not die."    

Her words were full of self-mockery and helplessness.    

Shi Xiaomei felt that she was blaming herself that Feng Ying's death had something to do with her.    

She consoled, "Fifth Younger Sister, everyone has their own fate. Don't be too sad. Tomorrow is Feng Ying's funeral. You can go and attend it." Since she cared so much, she did not want to have any regrets.    

"What!" Shi Miao suddenly raised her eyes and looked at Shi Xiaomei in shock.    

Funeral?    

Was tomorrow Feng Ying's funeral?    

Yes, Feng Ying was already dead. She had seen him die with her own eyes.    

And he had died in front of her.    

This consciousness instantly filled Shi Miao's brain, entangling her nerves.    

The brain nerves that had eased up a little earlier were now in a tearing pain.    

Shi Miao's originally calm face was twisted together because of the pain.    

Very soon, she could not bear the pain anymore. She held her head with both hands and struggled on the bed in pain.    

"Ah!" She screamed in pain.    

Zhan Yeling, who was standing at the door of the ward, could not stay calm anymore. He rushed forward and hugged Shi Miao tightly. His low magnetic voice was full of softness. He kept comforting her, "It's okay, Shi Miao. Everything will pass..."    

But at this moment, Shi Miao, who was in so much pain that she wished she was dead, could not hear any of his words. The pain entangled her and made her unable to hear any outside sounds.    

She grabbed Zhan Yeling's arm and bit down hard, trying to ease her pain at this moment.    

But it was useless. The more she had a headache, the tighter she bit.    

Zhan Yeling gritted his teeth. He did not pull his hand out, but let Shi Miao bite him. If biting him could make her feel a little more relaxed, then let her bite him. Even if she was badly mutilated, he would still be willing.    

Shi Xiaomei quickly stood up and retreated to the side. She looked at the two people on the bed and clenched her fists tightly. She looked at them and felt nervous.    

But she could not change the situation.    

Because she had just given Shi Miao acupuncture just now and it was not easy for Shi Miao to calm down. Just because she heard about Feng Ying's matter, Shi Miao acted up again.    

The interval between each acupuncture treatment could not be too short, so now Shi Xiaomei was also unable to help Shi Miao relieve her pain. She could only watch helplessly as Shi Miao was in so much pain that she wished she was dead but she was powerless to do anything.    

In a few short minutes, Zhan Yeling's arm was bitten by Shi Miao until it bled. His forehead was also covered in fine beads of sweat because of the pain, but he did not say anything. He did not move and held Shi Miao's thin body with one hand. He casually put his other hand and let Shi Miao bite him.    

After a long time, the pain in Shi Miao's brain eased a little. Her consciousness gradually returned to normal and she realized that she was biting Zhan Yeling. She let go of him in time.    

Her line of sight touched the bright red blood on his arm. Her tears fell and she cried weakly and painfully.    

Zhan Yeling gently patted her back and comforted her instead, "It's okay, I don't feel pain, really..."    

Shi Xiaomei quickly brought a cup of water and let Shi Miao rinse her mouth.    

Shi Miao spat out the water to rinse her mouth and found that the water was bright red. It was the blood that she bit Zhan Yeling for.    

He even said that he did not feel pain.    

Shi Miao's tears flowed out of her eyes, "Sorry, Director Zhan..."    

Shi Miao trembled as she apologized.    

Her condition made Zhan Yeling's heart ache and tremble. He tightly held Shi Miao in his arms. His chin was pressed against her hair and his voice was rough, "You don't have to apologize to me. The one who should be apologizing is me. Meow, meow, what should I do to make you less painful... "    

"There's another way."    

Shi Xiaomei opened her mouth, "That is to wash away her memories. Forget all the past events of the past, forget all the things that can stimulate her, then she will not have a headache. "