Chapter 916: Watching Someone Die without Helping

Su Lao suddenly felt his nose sour. This was the same size as his grandson, but how could this child grow so strong and healthy? His grandson was still in emergency treatment. That was fine, but it couldn't be known to others.

Although he couldn't accept it at first, he had to say that the Chinese people were obsessed with the four words of passing on the family line, no matter how old they were.

"Let's go, we're going to get an injection," Mr. Lu carefully shook his great-granddaughter's hand. The little girl smiled at her great-grandfather. The pink and beautiful child, the tender smiling face, and Mr. Lu's irritable temper disappeared instantly.

Even when he walked, it was not all windy.

Lu Jin just nodded slightly to Mr. Su, and didn't feel much heat. As for Ye Shuyun, she only paid attention to her grandson, and didn't want to pay attention to others. She also said hello, and she didn't curse.

She will never forget this for the rest of her life. The hatred between them has become bigger.

They took their three children to get vaccinations. They could have done it at home, but in the end they felt it was better to do it here. They could also check the health of the three children to see if they are healthy.

The two boys are fine. They are as strong as little bears. It’s just that the little girl is quite worrying. Fortunately, she has been healthy recently and has gained two kilograms.

Old Su was also embarrassed. Now he didn’t have the ambition he had in the past. He didn’t think about replacing the Ye family, or the Lu family, or anything else. Su Mu was infected with such a disease that he was almost sentenced to death. If something happened to this little one, the Su family would be cut off. What else do we need the Su family for?

“Ah…” He sighed heavily. What sins did the Su family commit in their previous life? How could such a thing happen?

Su Mucheng is the hope of the Su family’s future. If something really happened to him, the Su family would really be finished.

As for Su Mucheng's examination results, they were not very good. It was a heart and lung disease, which was very serious and had some genetic history. The doctor had said at the beginning that Su Mucheng's heart and lungs were not well developed, so on weekdays, we must pay attention and not let the child catch a cold. However, this child was sick every other day, either sick or sick. If we didn't pay attention to it for a while, the heart and lung problems would come out.

Zhu Meina was standing outside. When she heard the doctor's tone and the not-so-good examination results, her legs softened and she fell to the ground. Her head was also covered, as if there were bees buzzing in her.

She couldn't hear anything, couldn't see anything, only the doctor's words, not very good, yes, not very good, conservatively, not very good.

Su Mucheng was really not very good. He didn't drink milk and was not energetic all day. It also made the people in the Su family sweat. However, in the end, God took pity on this child. He gradually got better little by little, but he was as thin as a little bone, which was very pitiful.

It's okay to be thin, he will slowly get back.

But while they were all concerned and worried about Su Mucheng, who was a little kid, who had been sentenced to death, Su Muren was getting worse and worse. When they took Su Muren back to the Su family, they saw Zhu Xianglan sitting on the sofa, staring coldly at the child held by Su Qingdong.

Why are you here? When Su Qingdong saw Zhu Xianglan's expression, he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. Even his hands holding the child trembled slightly.

Could it be that Su Muren was in trouble? His palms were full of cold sweat, and even the clothes on his back were sticky.

Zhu Xianglan was still sneering. Why can't I be here? This is my home. She stood up and glanced at Zhu Meina lightly. When she saw that Zhu Meina was a little tired, she still had a well-proportioned figure, and her eyes were filled with contempt and disgust.

Vixen.

She stood up and looked at the child in Su Qingdong's arms. Oh, he's alive. He was about to die. Why hasn't he died yet? He's alive.

In the room, Su Muren threw the bowl in her hand to the ground when she heard that Su Qingdong brought Su Mucheng back.

"Mom, didn't you say that the bastard was about to die? Why hasn't he died yet? Why hasn't he died yet?"

Zhu Xianglan hugged the hysterical Su Muren tightly and coaxed her.

"Ranran, don't worry, he won't live long. He was born for you. If he can't save you, then what's the point of living?"

Su Muren's face was pale, and suddenly there was a ghost-like smile. The corners of her mouth were pulled open, and there was a strange arc.

A door was gently pushed open. There was no one inside. The room was quiet and only a faint breathing sound could be heard, and there was also the milky smell of the child.

The little child was sleeping in the cradle, sound asleep, but the child kicked off the quilt, and the little body was exposed, and the face seemed a little red.

Zhu Xianglan walked over and looked down at the child sleeping in the cradle. The child's breathing was a little noisy, which was not right. She was a mother herself, so she naturally knew what was wrong with the child.

"Does he have a fever?"

She stretched out her hand and put it on the child's forehead. The temperature almost scalded her fingers. She quickly retracted her hand, and the corners of her mouth curled up involuntarily.

She was about to leave, but then she turned back, looked at the child again, hesitated for a long time with her outstretched hand, and finally took it back, then she opened the door and walked out.

And on the second day, when the nanny at home opened the door and came to feed the child, she saw that the child's body was burned into a fireball, and she quickly ran out with the child in her arms. Originally, she wanted to take care of the child in person. Zhu Meina has just woken up from being a good mother.

The blood all over Zhu Meina's body was flowing back to the top of her head, and almost all of it was gushing to the top of her head. She was too tired, she was really too tired, and she fell asleep without paying attention.

The child, her child, she almost crawled to her feet, and the outside was already a mess. Only Zhu Xianglan was still sitting on the sofa, drinking tea leisurely.

Zhu Meina didn't wash her face, put on makeup, and didn't clean herself up. She ran outside. When she reached the sofa, she suddenly stopped.

"It's you, it's you who did it, right? It's you?"