Chapitre 1122: Mom Is Begging You

Two sentences from Ou Ming's father was all it took to convince Jiao Ziqing.

Many hours later, Ou Ming had still not moved in the bed. Jiao Ziqing checked the time. It was past 11 a.m. She knew Ou Ming hadn't had a bite to eat since afternoon the day before. How could he recover by relying solely on liquid infusion?

Jiao Ziqing walked to Ou Ming's bedside and nudged him. "Ou Ming, get up to eat," she pleaded.

Ou Ming stayed still on the bed. At the same time, the infusion was complete. The nurse entered to remove the needle. Still, Ou Ming didn't move a muscle.

The more Jiao Ziqing watched, the harder her heart ached. She sat by her son's side, and pressed her hand to her lips to keep from sobbing out loud. Her shoulders still quivered, and she could be heard swallowing her sobs.

Ou Ming raised his head a wee bit and opened his eyes, but they remained absolutely empty. They had no light or spirit.