"I don't know either. I don't understand what they said, and I guess you don't understand either. They said it was caused by long-term fatigue, but it's not a big problem anyway." Jiang Yufei lied without blinking.
Ansel reluctantly believed her words, because he had been exercising at a high intensity and did get tired easily.
"Mommy, how long have I slept?"
"It's not too long, half a day."
Ansel felt more relieved, but he still hated being sick.
"Mommy, I'm hungry." He said coquettishly. Being sick made him even more childish.
"I'll get you something to eat."
Jiang Yufei heated the porridge that Mo Lan bought in the microwave. When she brought it over, Ansel had already propped himself up and was leaning weakly on the head of the bed.
He usually looked energetic, but now he looked sick and sick, which made Jiang Yufei feel very distressed.
Jiang Yufei put the porridge on the bedside table. She hugged him and fed him directly.
Ansel took a few mouthfuls of porridge and couldn't help complaining: "Mommy, I hate getting sick."
"It will be fine soon. Baby, please bear with me."
After eating a few more mouthfuls, he muttered uncomfortably: "I don't like being in the hospital."
"We will be discharged from the hospital in two days. Mommy will always be with you. Will you feel better if I stay with you?"
"Yes, yes!"
Jiang Yufei kissed his cheek: "What about this?"
Ansel chuckled: "It's more comfortable."
Jiang Yufei smiled fondly, "Come on, open your mouth and eat more."
She was afraid that he would fall asleep again and not know when he would wake up for the next meal.
Although he will be given nutrient solutions, it is still healthiest to eat.
Ruan Tianling opened the door and walked in, and saw Jiang Yufei holding Ansel and feeding him.
The little guy woke up.
There was a smile in Ruan Tianling's eyes. He stepped forward and stroked Ansel's head with his big hand.
"Daddy, what disease am I suffering from?" Ansel couldn't wait to ask as soon as he saw him.
Jiang Yufei quickly winked at Ruan Tianling.
Ruan Tianling smiled and said: "It's just that you are in poor health, so you are sick. You don't have any pain or discomfort, but you are a little weaker."
"Really?" Child Anson frowned slightly, "Daddy, don't hide it from me. If I get a terminal illness, I have to seize the time to do what I want to do."
"Ansen!" Jiang Yufei interrupted him helplessly, "Why do you always think of the worst? If you were terminally ill, would Mommy and Daddy still be able to laugh?"
Ansel suddenly realized: "That's right. That's great. It seems I really don't have to die."
"You brat, you and I are not dead yet, and it won't be your turn to die!" Ruan Tianling glared at him, and Jiang Yufei immediately glared at Ruan Tianling.
"What kind of metaphor are you using? Shut up!"
Both father and son kept their mouths shut, not daring to make her angry.
Ansel ate and then felt sleepy again.
Jiang Yufei was always frightened, afraid that he would fall asleep again.
It's not that I'm afraid that he will fall asleep, but that he won't be able to wake up once he falls asleep.
"Mommy, tell me a story, I don't want to sleep." Lying on the bed, Ansel said sleepily with his eyelids drooped.
How could Jiang Yufei know how to tell a story? Even if she could tell it, she couldn't think of it at this time.
She pulled Ruan Tianling over: "Can you let daddy tell you a story?"