The milk is human milk, and the wet nurse squeezed it out. An Jing's fourth child was seriously injured and had no milk at all, so she had to hire a wet nurse. However, Xiao Changyi didn't like the wet nurse holding his child to feed his child, so the wet nurse first squeezed it out, and then Xiao Changyi would feed the four children.

An Yiyun was originally held in An Jing's arms and didn't cry, but when she smelled the medicine, she cried loudly. Even though she didn't know anything, she would feed him every time she smelled the medicine. It lasted for several days and couldn't say it out and didn't know how to express it well. She could only rely on crying.

But because of poor health, even if you cry, you can't last for a long time. Soon you can only sob, looking like you're out of breath.

An Jing looked at her youngest son's weak and unhappy air. Her face was covered with tears and tears in her eyes. Her heart was so uncomfortable that she was dying.

Her son has only been born a few days ago, but he has to take medicine every day. Now her son is at the point where he cries when he smells the medicine. It can be seen that he doesn't like taking medicine very much.

And she felt distressed.

Very distressed.

"My husband, can he not take this medicine... Yun'er?" An Jing choked and her eyes turned red.

Xiao Changyi felt uncomfortable. His son took medicine as soon as he was born, and he was likely to take medicine all his life. How could he feel good? This is his child, his and her children.

After sighing softly, Xiao Changyi said, "If you don't eat Yun'er, your health will be worse."

When An Jing heard this, she gritted her teeth and hugged Xiao Changyi, the little guy An Yiyun who had no strength to cry in her arms.

Feeding medicine to her son of such a young age is really not enough to do this quiet job. She is very cruel to her heart, but she can't control her kindness. After all, this is her son, who was born in ten months of pregnancy, and she really can't feed medicine to her son of such a young age.

So, she gave the job of feeding medicine to her husband.

She didn't even dare to look at it, for fear that she could not help but knock over the medicine bowl when she saw her son's pain.

When Xiao Changyi was feeding medicine to his younger son An Yiyun, An Jing breastfeeded the other three children. She wanted to use this to distract her so that she could not think about her younger son taking medicine, but An Yiyun's weak crying still came into her ears one after another, stimulating her nerves.

Just like these days, every time her youngest son takes medicine, it is the most painful time every day.

An Yiyun refused to take medicine. Xiao Changyi would not force such a young child, but fed him drop by drop, so that An Yiyun could not even vomit.

An Yiyun's little face was distorted by pain. She wanted to cry but had no strength to cry. She could only keep sobbing. It was extremely pitiful and made people feel uncomfortable at first sight.

But Xiao Changyi wanted his child to live, even if he couldn't bear it, he could only be cruel and feed him drop by drop.

There is really not much medicine in this small bowl, and the adults can drink it in two sips, but it took Xiao Changyi nearly half an hour to feed the medicine to the little guy An Yiyun to drink.

After feeding the medicine, Xiao Changyi quickly gave An Yiyun a sip of candy water. The bitterness in his mouth was neutralized and it was still sweet. An Yiyun's twisted face recovered a little, not as pitiful as when he was just now.

An Jing had already fed the other three children and was sitting in the direction of An Yiyun. Even though An Yiyun stopped sobbing, she still couldn't bear to turn around and look at her.
Chapter completed!