She felt that her body had no other symptoms except old problems.
Ruan Mufeng said: "After donating blood, your red blood cells will drop again and the index will be very low, which is also one of the reasons for syncope. It is best for you to go to the hospital for stable treatment every month, eat more dried fruits and animal offal, and try to cure the situation.
Otherwise, your body will be prone to problems in the future.”
"Okay." The body is the capital of revolution, so Lan Xixi naturally wants to be healthy so that she can have the energy to take care of Yaya.
Ruan Mufeng wanted to say something else, but looked at Bo Zhanye next to him, but said nothing after all:
"Have a good rest. Lan Jiao should wake up after you are discharged from the hospital."
In other words, she only needs to stay in the hospital for the next two days, and then she can successfully escape.
Lan Xixi nodded easily and watched Ruan Mufeng leave. Her eyes fell on Bo Xiaomo:
"Xiao Mo, be good, are you okay with your cold?"
"Yes. Auntie, I'm fine." Bo Xiaomo walked to the bedside, held Lan Xixi's hand with his little hand, and said distressedly:
"Auntie, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gone to the snow-capped mountains. If I hadn't gone to the snow-capped mountains, you wouldn't have gotten sick and fainted."
The child has a tender and cute voice, looks apologetic and guilty, and looks so pitiful and cute.
Lan Xixi stretched out her hand to rub his face: "Hey, Xiao Mo, you are thinking too much. Auntie's illness has nothing to do with you. Didn't you say before that yesterday was your happiest day? Yesterday was also Auntie's happiest day."
"Really? Auntie, are you really not angry with me? You don't blame me?"
"Yeah, of course."
"Then Auntie, does the condition you promised me before count?"
"..." Lan Xixi choked.
She promised him to stay with Bo Zhanye for a month, not as Lan Jiao, but as her own Lan Xixi. He actually still remembers her.
I just agreed at the time because of the situation, but now I have returned to reality. Bo Zhanye is married and she has a boyfriend. She cannot touch this moral bottom line no matter what.
"Well, Xiao Mo, listen to Auntie..."
"Auntie, are you going to keep your word and break your promise to a three-year-old child?" Bo Xiaomo interrupted.
A pair of clean and clear eyes looked eagerly at Lan Xixi. There was no impurity in it, which made people feel that deceiving him was simply unbearable, unethical and a crime.
Lan Xixi swallowed the words that came to her lips, not wanting to hurt him or agreeing directly, so she simply changed the subject:
"Auntie is sleepy. Is Xiao Mo sleepy? Do you want to go to bed and sleep next to Auntie?"
Seeing that she didn't reject the offer directly, Bo Xiaomo was still happy. He nodded and went to bed, his little body nestled in her arms like a kitten.
They didn't have a good rest last night and the environment was still very bad. Now facing the warm quilt, Bo Xiaomo and Lan Xixi quickly fell into sleep.
Bo Zhanye sat aside and looked at the big one and the small one. He felt harmonious and warm. Compared with Lan Jiao, Lan Xixi and Xiao Mo were more like mother and son.
It's a pity that after Lan Jiao wakes up...
Bo Zhanye faced this problem squarely for the first time.
Later, the relationship with Lan Xixi, Xiao Mo's love and dependence on Lan Xixi, and the false marriage with Lan Jiao...
Can it be handled properly?
"Master Jiu, that..." Lan Xixi's sudden voice sounded in the quiet air.
Bo Zhanye looked back and saw her delicate little face exposed outside the quilt, embarrassed and hesitant to speak, as if she had something to hide.
He frowned and straightened up:
"What's wrong?"
The low and hoarse voice was a simple question, inexplicably soft.
Lan Xixi's face turned red, her lips pursed twice, but it was still difficult to speak, and she finally said:
"Please call me a female nurse."
Female nurse?
Bo Zhanye came over with a general understanding and stood up: "I'll buy it for you."
"Ah?" What to buy? She didn't say anything.
Lan Xixi was stunned for a while.
Bo Zhan locked her up in a condescending position at night, calm and calm, and asked in a serious tone: