Patients generally have no appetite, and Jing Jiaren was so sick that she couldn't eat at all.
SUN held a small bowl and tried his best to ask Jing Jiaren to eat.
"Son, I really can't eat anymore."
"If you don't eat, your body's resistance will be weak, and your illness will not be cured..."
As SUN spoke, a lot of tears fell down.
Jing Jiaren felt heartbroken after seeing this: "SUN?"
SUN suddenly put down the bowl, rushed to the phone desk, and stood on tiptoe to grab the phone.
"What do you want to do? Cough cough cough..."
"I'm going to call the old man!" SUN said angrily, "I'm going to ask her why the Queen doesn't come to see you even when she's so sick!"
"Don't hit."
"I hate old men..."
"SUN, that's enough!" Jing Jiaren coughed violently, and her whole body began to lose breath, "Come here..."
SUN clutched the wireless microphone tightly while Jing Jiaren struggled to get out of bed.
SUN had no choice but to come over: "Queen, you are not allowed to get out of bed!"
"If he was going to come, he would have come long ago..." Jing Jiaren said hoarsely, "Since he doesn't plan to come, there's no point in calling him."
"I don't believe it!" SUN said stubbornly, "He must not know that the Queen is sick."
"He knows...the maid here will tell him."
"He doesn't know!"
"Okay then, you fight." Jing Jiaren was so heavy that her whole body was on fire, "Today is too late. If he comes to see me, let him come tomorrow."
Just in time, give him the knitted sweater.
SUN actually dialed the number directly. Did the little guy secretly write down Ximen Longting’s number?
Dudu, dudu...
SUN waited anxiously and called again and again.
"Queen, he doesn't answer."
Jing Jiaren darkened as expected: "So give up."
"I'll call Uncle Wilson."
After SUN called several times and the other party didn't answer, he had no choice but to dial Wilson's mobile phone number. Unexpectedly, he even remembered Wilson's number.
"When did you write down the number?"
SUN rolled his eyes and said: "I remember your number, the old man's number, Uncle Wilson's... and my godmother's."
"Only important numbers will be remembered by SUN. In your heart, you already regard your father as an important person...ahem, right?"
"No!" SUN retorted, "I'm afraid the Queen will be in danger again so I can call in reinforcements!"
He knows that his power is not as good as the old man...
Until he grows up and can protect the queen, he has to rely on the help of the old man's wings.
Although he didn't want to admit it, he was too young and had limited abilities, so there was nothing he could do.
The call got through quickly, and SUN's waxy voice asked: "Uncle Wilson..."
"Young Master?"
"The Queen is sick, and the old man won't answer my calls!" he complained angrily, "SUN is very angry."
"The young master is probably busy with something very important."
"Nothing is more important than the Queen!"
"Uh, young master..."
"The queen is sick, she is very sick, the old man doesn't know!" SUN's tears were rolling again.
Wilson said hesitantly: "I also know Miss Elizabeth's condition. Is she really seriously ill?"
"Well, it's very serious." SUN asked sadly, "Does Uncle Wilson know?"
"I've heard about it, but I thought...it's just a little cold."