"What's wrong?"

"What happened?"

"Xiaoqu, you, you are--"

Interpersonal relationships in this era are relatively simple and pure. Neighbors are also very close.

Especially for this kind of teacher dormitory, the door is opposite and the ones living upstairs and downstairs are basically colleagues.

On weekdays, we have long been accustomed to giving each other something, helping to see a child, and taking care of the elderly.

And if something happens to some people at home, everyone will come over to take care of it.

What's more, An's mother's scream just now was so scary that it made people frightened and she couldn't help but suspect that something happened to Professor An's family.

The neighbors ran out of the house and rushed to the outside of the An family. They happened to see An's mother holding her son, panic on her face, and asked in a panic manner.

"An, Teacher An, he——" An's mother was frightened and had a pale face, unable to even speak a complete sentence.

At the end, she simply pointed to the study room with a wide open door.

An’s father was an overseas returnee elite. In order to recruit him, the school specially assigned him a high-standard dormitory.

The building has such a house type. In other words, there are twelve households in the six-story building, basically all middle and senior professors of the school.

Among them, one is the leader of the Academic Affairs Office.

He looked like he was in his fifties, with a slightly fat white skin and a little bit of power in his bookish spirit.

He glanced at everyone present and found that he was the only one who was the most suitable person to stand out. Well, there was no way, everyone else was the school staff, and he was the only one who was the leader.

After coughing lightly, the fat leader comforted An's mother first, "Xiao Qu, don't worry, everything has a school. I'll go in and take a look first!"

As he said that, the fat leader came to the entrance of the study.

As a result, after seeing the situation in the room, he took a breath and exclaimed: "Professor An, what's wrong with you?"

After he shouted, he turned his head toward An's mother, "Xiao Qu, Professor An fell down? Or?" Did he suffer a stroke?

It shouldn't be. Professor An is only in his thirties this year, and he is less than forty, so why would he suffer a stroke or paralysis?

Yes, but seeing An’s father lying straight on the ground, his face full of pain, but he could not speak, and only a pair of eyes could move, the fat leader was a little confused.

He could only ask his mother.

An's mother shook her head desperately, "I, I don't know either."

Perhaps because of this, An's mother was not so panicked. She said stumblingly: "I'm cooking in the kitchen. He, he and his son were playing in the study. Suddenly, a sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came from. I ran over and saw that he had become like this!"

An's mother just felt something was wrong, so she exclaimed.

"An, Professor An, what do you think now? Can you still talk?"

The fat leader looked at An's mother calmly. With his experienced gaze, he could conclude that An's mother was not lying.

In other words, she really didn't know what was happening in the study.

The fat leader had no choice but to turn his head and continue to ask the person involved.

An's father was distorted in pain, but he couldn't say a word, let alone move.

He only had a pair of eyes, staring at the little fat man in An's mother's arms.

Anne seemed ignorant and not only did not have any fear, she met her straight and looked at An's father.

Little beast! What a little beast!

An's father was furious and his internal organs were about to be burned.

He hated so much that he wanted to grit his teeth, but found that he could not control the action of gritting his teeth.

Although he didn't see what the little beast did just now, as a biologist, he knew very well why he had become like this - his spinal nerve was injured and he might be paralyzed!

What made An's father even more angry and a little scared was that he had a spinal injury. According to common sense, at most he lost control of his lower body.

But now, his whole body could no longer move.

Even opening your mouth to speak is extremely difficult.

Damn little beast, what did "he" do?

An's father even doubted whether his wife was doing it.

But soon, he denied it himself.

If Qu Qingqian had this ability, she would have done it long ago and would not have endured the abuse she had in recent years.

Not her, is it really that little beast?

But he is only three and a half years old. Even a genius cannot be so outrageous, right?

Could it be that Qu Qingqian, the bitch, really found a wild man, and that wild man did not let Qu Qingqian do it, but bewitched his own little boy?

His body was suddenly injured, and An's father was frightened and began to think about it randomly.

But no matter how much speculation he had, he couldn't say it at this moment.

Facing the fat leader's inquiry, An's father couldn't even make a simple response.

The fat leader noticed An's father's gaze and looked at him along his gaze. He happened to see the well-behaved and clever little fat slap.

Well, Professor An’s son is very well raised. He is white and fat, with black eyes, and looks like a smart child.

As for the others, such as this little guy is another person involved in the study, the fat leader didn't think much about it.

What a joke, the boy from the An family is only three or four years old and knows nothing.

Putting aside the relationship between him and Professor An is a father-son, he can't hurt Professor An, a big man just because of his three-headed body.

"Xiao Qu, have you called the emergency number?"

The fat leader squatted in front of An’s father, looked at his situation carefully, and shook his head secretly, "Oh, Professor An doesn’t look very good."

He turned his head and asked An's mother again.

“…No, I, I—”

The moment she saw An's father slumped to the ground, she was frightened and had no other measures except to subconsciously pick up her son.

Of course, in her subconscious, there might be an idea: if this man falls to the ground and never stands up again, that would be great!

She doesn't have to die, and her son doesn't have to live in the darkness.

Seeing An's mother tongue incoherent appearance, the fat leader nodded with some understanding.

Well, it seems she was frightened.

Yes, Xiaoqu is young and has never experienced anything, so it is normal to be frightened.

Besides, everyone in the entire community and even the entire school knows that Professor An loves his wife very much and even spoils her like a princess.

After four or five years of marriage, Xiaoqu was raised by her husband, which was even simpler and weaker than when she was in school.

Just such a delicate little wife, facing her husband's accident, will definitely not be able to take responsibility tenaciously like those independent and strong women.

"Call the hospital quickly."

The fat leader gave a serious order, and then he seemed to think of something and said hesitantly, "In addition, let's call the police station again."

It’s not that he suspected that Professor An’s situation was too strange. How could a good person say something happened?
Chapter completed!