Chapter 1091: Chapter 1091: Little Ghost
Song Wenjun was startled and quickly got up, "What’s wrong, does it hurt a lot?"
Little Caihong’s face was pale, and a layer of cold sweat instantly covered her small face. She hugged her leg and fell onto the bed, screaming repeatedly in agony.
"It hurts, it hurts so much..."
Song Wenjun’s heart was filled with anxiety. She hurriedly lifted the quilt, intending to check her daughter’s leg.
But as soon as the quilt was lifted...
Song Wenjun’s pupils dilated in shock.
Under the quilt, Little Caihong’s right leg was already bent in a bizarre way, almost at a perfect ninety-degree angle towards her body.
No normal person could bend their leg like that from the front.
"Sister He, Sister He, call a doctor, call a doctor!"
Song Wenjun lunged to the bedside, pressing the bell while frantically shouting outside in panic.
Sister He, who had just returned from buying food, heard the commotion, quickly walked in, and saw Little Caihong’s body twisting.
It was as if someone was pressing Little Caihong’s leg into a strange arc, trying to fold her entire body up.
Sister He was so startled that she dropped what she was holding and hurriedly ran out to shout.
"Nurse, nurse, doctor, doctor, come quickly!"
But at this moment, it seemed there were no doctors or nurses on duty.
Sister He shouted for a long time but no one came, and Song Wenjun pressed the call button for a while without any response.
Sister He was so anxious that sweat covered her forehead. She ran to the nurse’s station and saw that no one was nearby, feeling like a headless fly, unsure of where to go.
She gritted her teeth and could only turn and run back.
At the same time.
Song Wenjun saw Little Caihong curled up in pain, her two hands waving helplessly in the air, wanting to help but not knowing what to do at the moment, tears almost spilling out.
"Mom, it hurts so much..."
Little Caihong’s face was red with pain, her eyes also red, and her small face swelled from the blood congestion.
Seeing this, Song Wenjun’s heart ached unbearably. She reached out to hold her daughter in her arms.
But as her hands touched Little Caihong, something suddenly flashed before Song Wenjun’s eyes, as if something passed by.
She looked intently and saw that the person on the hospital bed had changed.
Where was her daughter Little Caihong?
On the hospital bed was a twisted dark figure, like a little ghost from a curse, with a pale face and dark circles under its eyes. Seeing Song Wenjun look over, it grinned at her, revealing a mouthful of blood-red, seemingly freshly drawn from a blood pool, teeth.
Song Wenjun felt a rush of blood to her head, and out of fright, she urgently asked, "My, my daughter! What have you done to my daughter!"
The little ghost patted its stomach, half-smiling.
"I ate her up—"
"You!"
Song Wenjun felt her blood freeze.
She stared at the little ghost, stunned.
The next second, that frozen blood seemed to boil up again.
"Where have you hidden my daughter? Release my daughter, let her out!"
Song Wenjun’s eyes widened in rage, all reason lost in an instant. She felt completely out of control, as if her entire focus was consumed by the little ghost.
She didn’t know where she gathered the courage, but she charged forward, grabbing the little ghost’s neck, shaking it vigorously, trying to make it release her daughter.
The little ghost looked at Song Wenjun, its red eyes filled with a mad amusement, always laughing, completely ignoring Song Wenjun’s threats and demands.
Song Wenjun grew even angrier, her hands tightly gripping the little ghost’s neck.
"I told you to let my daughter out, did you hear me!"