Of course he can't do anything.

He promised that he would take care of their mother and son for the rest of their lives and protect them both safe, carefree and happy.

So, of course, he can't do anything!

Mrs. Han thought so, and then hugged the little Han Qing in her arms and slowly closed her eyes.

Until several firefighters rushed out of the fire with Han's father. When Mrs. Han saw Han's father, who was so burned that she could hardly recognize him, she held Han Qing in her arms and glared at her.

Han Qing in her arms seems to have noticed something. She wants to twist her body to see, but Mrs. Han presses him in her arms.

"Don't look, qinger. Don't look. Your father promised us that he would be OK. So we have to wait for him to be safe and sound, OK?"

Mrs. Han said while patting the back of small Han Qing's head, the voice almost whispered, "he must be OK."

After the ambulance arrived, Han's father was put on a stretcher and was ready to leave. Mrs. Han with small Han Qing rushed over, "doctor, we are the families of the injured."

After that, he was allowed to follow. Han's father was seriously injured and could only carry out some rescue before he arrived at the hospital. Little Han Qing was held in his arms by his mother, and he had no chance to come out and have a look.

Mrs. Han protects her children very well, but her eyes are always staring at her husband's body, her eyes are red.

The ambulance personnel in the car have been rescuing Han father. During this period, Mrs. Han has been holding her child, and has not let Xiao Han Qing face Han Fu at this time.

Until the hospital, Han father was sent to the emergency room.

Mother and son were waiting outside the emergency room. One of the medical staff passed by. Mrs. Han quickly got up and said, "sorry, my child's hand is injured."

The medical staff took a look at it and found that the child's hand was so bloody that he could hardly look at it, so he quickly said, "my God, how did it happen? Does it hurt? Come with me and I'll take care of my wound

The medical staff said they would come and lead Han Qing, but the little Han Qing was nestled in Mrs. Han's arms and shook her head vigorously, "no, I won't go. I'll wait for my father here."

Medical staff think of the injured inside, it is really dare not recall, because the person was seriously injured, do not know whether it can be rescued.

"Children, your father is in the rescue, there are professional doctors and rescue personnel, you wait here is no use, first with the aunt to deal with the wound, after the treatment, aunt will bring you back, OK?"

Little Hanqing wanted to say something more, but Mrs. Han behind him pushed his back, and her voice was as gentle as the wind. "Qing'er is obedient and obedient. Go with the nurse's aunt to deal with the wound. Later, he will be infected. When his father wakes up, he will worry about you."

Maybe the latter sentence touched Xiao Hanqing. His lips moved, and finally he nodded. Then he followed the nurse to deal with the wound.

Before leaving, Han Qing has been looking back at Mrs. Han.

Mrs. Han's face always with a gentle smile, "go, qinger, mother is waiting for you here."

Han Qing walked back and left.

Mrs. Han looked at Han Qing's small figure. Her eyes were full of guilt. As a mother, she should have accompanied her son to deal with the wound. After all, her son's hand injury is like this. As a mother, she should be with him. But she is selfish at this time. Her husband's life and death are uncertain. She can't leave at this time.

Just now in the ambulance, she had been controlling Han Qing so that he could not see her father.

Because of his father's appearance, it looks like It's really scary.

She looked at it as if there was a knife digging her heart.

Such a scene, absolutely can't let the child see, she is really worried that will leave the shadow to the child.

Xiaohanqing was taken by the nurse's aunt to deal with the wound on his hand. When the nurse saw his wound at first, he could hardly start.

Even though she had been a nurse for so many years, she could see the child's wound like this, but tightly pursed her thin lips without saying a word. Even though she had been a nurse for so many years, she still felt heartache.

So the nurse's aunt was very gentle to xiaohanqing. Even when she spoke, her voice was soft: "little friend, it must be very painful if you are hurt so badly? Don't worry, Auntie will be gentle in a while. If you feel pain, talk to your aunt. Aunt, put it gently

Han Qing did not say anything.

Next, the nurse took care of the wound for him first. At first, the nurse's aunt paid special attention to Han Qing, for fear that he would cry out suddenly or cry bitterly. But then she was a little surprised, because Han Qing didn't cry from the beginning to the end, and even didn't say a word.

This amazing endurance made the nurse's aunt gape, and then she was very distressed for the child, because she had guessed that the child might be worried about her father.Thinking of this, the nurse's aunt reached out and touched the back of Han Qing's head. Her voice was soft: "don't worry, your father will be OK."

Hearing this, xiaohanqing raised her head and looked straight at her, which made the nurse's heart broken. She could only say, "Auntie pray with you, your father will be safe, OK?"

Although xiaohanqing didn't want to pay attention to outsiders at this time, the nurse aunt said something about his father, so he finally moved his lips and sincerely said to the other party, "thank you."

The nurse touched his head again.

For a moment, little Han Qing asked, "Auntie, can I go back to see my father?"

The nurse's aunt thought about it, nodded and stood up: "Auntie, take you there."

His wound has been treated, the nurse's aunt took Xiao Hanqing to the direction of the emergency room just now. When they walked past, the door of the emergency room just opened.

Hearing the emergency room door open at this time, the nurse's heart a burst of thump.

Mrs. Han also stood up at this time and stepped forward quickly.

"Hello, doctor, my husband. How is he?"

When Mrs. Han asked this, she clenched her hands tightly into fists. Her fingernails, which were not long, were now deeply embedded in her flesh. The expression on her face looked calm, but only she knew how anxious and restless her heart was at the moment.

The doctor took off his mask, followed by several staff, and came out of his back one after another.

He looked at Mrs. Han with an apologetic look in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, please go in and see the injured one last time."

Boom -

something collapsed in Mrs. Han's mind and disappeared.