Chapter 1612 - Alternative Purgatory

　　The father and son pair tightly embraced each other as they murmured these words to each other, showing their deep love.

　　A few minutes later, Feng Xinglang pushed the little fellow away from her, "Nuonuo, let's go home! My dear father does not want to stay in this d.a.m.ned place filled with the smell of disinfectant! "

　　"But... "But dad, you're still injured."

　　The little guy was worried about his father's injuries. After all, he had just taken a bullet from his rib cage. Moreover, Feng Xinglang's mental state was not very ideal.

　　"Nuonuo, go home with your father! Maybe … Maybe your mommy is already waiting for us at home! "

　　Feng Xinglang had a strong premonition: he would be able to see his wife after returning home for a long time!

　　"Mommy waiting for us at home?"

　　The little guy's eyes flashed with excitement. "Then let's hurry home! Father, let me help you! "

　　After the effect of the anesthetic, the pain from his wound had become several times more excitable, causing every cell in his body to clamor. However, when Feng Xinglang thought about his wife, who he had not seen for a long time, he gritted his teeth and got off the bed.

　　"Father, how are you? Can it work? If it hurts too much, lie down on the stretcher and your son will push you home! "

　　Feng Linnuo's heart ached for her father, who had his brows knitted tightly.

　　"Daddy is fine …" "I can still take it!"

　　Slightly exhaling a breath of pain, "If your mommy sees your daddy being pushed home on a stretcher, your mommy will be sad again! She's still carrying a little sister in her belly. We men can't let Mommy be sad! "

　　"Hm!" We can't make Mommy sad! "

　　The little guy shrugged his tender shoulders, "If dad is in excruciating pain, then just lie on your son's shoulder and rest for a while!"

　　"Let's go!" Father can take it! When I think of meeting your mommy, my dear father always wants to return home! "

　　Feng Xinglang chatted with his son to s.h.i.+ft the pain away, but after just taking a few steps, he was covered in cold sweat.

　　After walking for a long time to reach the door of the sickroom, Feng Xinglang felt as if he had walked for a whole century.

　　"Father, hold your son's shoulders and stand properly. Your son, open the door!"

　　The little guy seemed to have become more sensible and filial.

　　Perhaps it was because of the coveting of his father, Feng Xinglang, by Xing s.h.i.+wu Number 1 and Number 2, that made the little guy feel that his father's love was even more precious and precious.

　　Growing up, it was always painful and happy!

　　After opening the ward's door, the little guy peeked his head out the door to the corridor, and saw Yan Bang, who was smoking a short distance away.