"Okay, don't touch the water for the next two days when you go back. Come and change it every afternoon...Forget it, I'll stay at your house these days and change your dressing every day when I go home."
After bandaging Yan Zhan, Childhood put away the tools.
His work was finally completed and he urged the two of them to leave the hospital quickly.
Before they left, someone knocked on the door.
Manshu immediately pulled down Yan Zhan's clothes very quickly.
Yan Zhan: "..."
Childhood chuckled and let the people outside the door come in.
"Doctor Tong, it's my turn to buy you afternoon tea today." A nurse came in carrying a cup of milk tea and a box of small cakes.
"Nurse Xiao Jiang, thank you. Your hair style is very beautiful today and your lipstick color is also well chosen."
As a child, I accepted afternoon tea from others with peace of mind.
"Then I'll go to work first. Just tell me what you like to eat next time."
"Okay." Childhood smiled and sent the person away.
Manshu was dumbfounded.
"Aren't you going to give people money?"
"No matter how much money you give, the sisters are filial, so how can you give me money? How hurtful is that?"
As a child, I drank milk tea with peace of mind and didn't mind at all that there were two other people in the office.
Manshu glanced at the small cakes on the table and remembered that Yan Zhan also liked sweets, so she dragged him out of the hospital and went to the nearby dessert shop.
She bought several desserts in one go.
"Third uncle, I'll give it to you. Thank you for coming to see me at home today. Otherwise, I wouldn't know when I would wake up from the nightmare."
The key is that she still has a high fever and no one is at home. If her brain is burned out, wouldn't her rebirth be in vain?
Yan Zhan glanced at the pile of matcha cakes, black forest, chocolate mille-feuille slices...
Swallowed his saliva: "I don't like sweets, you yourself..."
Before he finished speaking, Manshu fed him a spoonful of matcha cake.
The sweet taste in his mouth made him unable to utter a single word.
"Try it for me. Is this matcha cake delicious?" She looked at Yan Zhan with a look that said, "Just try the poison for me, reluctantly."
After Yan Zhan tasted it carefully, he suppressed the raised corners of his lips and said, "Just average."
"What about this one?" Without waiting for Yan Zhan's reaction, Manshu opened another box, scooped out a spoonful of chocolate mille-feuille and stuffed it into his mouth.
Yan Zhan was "forced" to take a bite of chocolate mille-feuille and frowned: "Just average."
Manshu repeated his old trick, dug out another spoonful, and asked him again. Yan Zhan's answer was the same.
After tasting all the sweets, Manshu smiled and said: "Uncle San, you have tasted so many, which one do you think is the best?"
Yan Zhan choked: "Absolutely."
Manshu blinked and gave him another spoonful of matcha cake: "Then try it again."
The clerk in the store couldn't help but look at where they were sitting.
"Hey, how could that little girl force that handsome guy to eat sweets? Look at the handsome guy's expression of bitterness and hatred, I can't bear it."
The other guy, who was a little older, said with a smile: "What do you know? Handsome guys are so happy to eat them. Haven't you seen that every time the little girl feeds them, the guys take the initiative to eat them?"
He was unconvinced when he spoke just now: "How is it possible? I heard it all. The handsome guy said that the desserts tasted average, and the girl insisted on letting him choose the best one."
Although the clerk thinks that the desserts in his store taste good, he is so good-looking!
Good-looking people naturally say everything they say is right!
He glanced at her with an older look: "You deserve to be single."
Manshu heard the conversation between the two and smiled like a cat: "Third uncle, have you been chosen?"