Sang Yanzhou quickly took a shower and went out to buy two portions of porridge for them. Then he answered the phone and left in a hurry.
Sang Yanzhou picked up the small bowl that Sang Yanzhou had just bought and washed it. He scooped out half a bowl of porridge and stirred it in the bowl. After letting it cool for a while, he slowly fed it to her one spoon at a time.
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Xiao Fubao drank the porridge he handed over, obviously feeling much more energetic.
The nurses had just changed her clothes into clean ones, and her hair could only be wrapped in a dry towel first.
Seeing that she was in such good spirits, Sang Mizhou couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, what happened today did not bring any shadow to her.
His little sun hasn't disappeared yet.
The only sound in the whole ward was the sound of her drinking porridge.
"Brother." Xiao Fubao suddenly called him.
"Um?"
Sang Mizhou looked at her with tender eyes, as gentle as water. If anyone else saw this, their jaws would drop in shock.
"When will we go back and continue recording the show?"
Sang Mizhou heard this and found out that she was worried about the program.
He shook his head and said, "We won't record this episode."
When Xiao Fubao heard that he was not going to record, he immediately became anxious, "How can we not record! Our task has not been completed yet, we have to not record! Fubao is much better now! You can go back and continue recording the program!"
What if his parents suddenly watched the live broadcast during the few episodes when she was away?
She couldn't just miss her parents.
She still wants to fulfill her master's last wish.
And if their breakfast cannot be served, where will the old man find something to eat?
At that time, she did not see that the person who rescued her was the old man.
Sure enough, good and evil will eventually be rewarded.
As she said that, she was about to get up and get out of bed, but Sang Mizhou pushed her back down.
"Do you really want to go back and record the show again?"
Xiao Fubao nodded heavily: "I think!"
Sang Mizhou stared straight into his eyes for a long time before sighing: "Okay. Then you can take good care of your health. Only when your illness is completely cured can you continue recording."
Xiao Fubao originally wanted to give him some hard work and get him to agree that he would go back to record tomorrow.
But no matter what she said, Sang Mizhou firmly disagreed and asked her to go back to record before she recovered.
She had no choice but to give it up.
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It was already past 9 pm when Sang Yanzhou returned to Yicheng.
As soon as he got off the plane, his cell phone rang in his pocket.
I looked at the caller ID and picked up the call directly.
"Hey, Mom."
"Are you here? I've sent you the location. Come here now."
"Well, we're already here. I'll be here right away."
Sang Yanzhou dragged his tired body to the car to pick him up, holding the container of Xiao Fubao's blood in his hand, leaning against the car window and closing his eyes to rest.
After driving for about twenty minutes, the car stopped in front of a large private hospital.
Their mother, Lin Feiwan, is a famous genius surgeon at home and abroad. She was awarded this title at the age of only 25, and is now the chief professor of a famous foreign medical school.
Rumor has it that no matter how difficult the operation was, she never failed.
Many people came to her to ask for an operation at a high price, but they couldn't even get a call.
What's more, the Lin family is at the top of Yicheng, second only to the Sang family, and they don't take that little money seriously.
What she is interested in are basically the kind of difficult and complicated diseases that ordinary doctors are unable to deal with.