Little Youyou received her first notice of critical illness. Her father, Gu Yilin, took care of her for a whole week without even removing his shirt. It was only after a week that Sikong Heng announced that Little Youyou’s condition had temporarily stabilized.
In the early morning, Gu Mohan and Tang Mo'er stood outside the greenhouse. They watched the scene through the brightly lit window. Gu Yilin was still wearing the black shirt from a few days ago, covered in a sterile coat, he fell asleep at the edge of the crib, but he was still holding Youyou’s tiny little hand in his palm.
Soon the small crib moved, small youyou opened her eyes, she turned her head, small hands moved, Yi Yi ya ya a sentence.
Gu Yilin woke up, these days he did not close his eyes, just squinting for a while, narrow eyes have been full of tired red blood.
Yippee-ki-yay.
