Qiao's father went out to line up to buy meat, and finally grabbed a little pork liver, and on the way back, he went around to the state-run restaurant to buy a few fried dough sticks and a few buns.

Qiao's mother looked at the pork liver, thought for a while and said, "You can cook a pork liver porridge, Shuwan is also injured, and he hasn't eaten well for a while, so he also needs to make up for it." ”

Qiao Jiayue came to the kitchen after washing, breakfast had already been prepared, Qiao's father sat at the small table to eat, and Qiao's mother was still busy in front of the stove.

She sniffed and smelled the faint smell of chicken soup in the air.

And he saw an iron pot on the stove in the kitchen, and the iron pot was filled with sand, and a clay pot was placed in the sand, and the fragrance wafted from it.

This kind of practice is not what Qiao's mother would have done, she just watched others use it, and she tried it herself, and everyone gave it a high evaluation.

The soup is very sweet and not greasy, the meat is tender and juicy, and the nutrients and moisture of the food are retained to the maximum, so it is perfect for pregnant women to make soup in this way.

Qiao Jiayue approached the stove and took another breath, "A-Niang, when will it be boiled well?"

"It's still early, you go to eat first, and I'll take porridge to the hospital with your Abba later. Qiao's mother said, her hands kept moving.

After a while, the steaming pork liver porridge in the pot was ready.

Qiao Jiayue smelled the smell of the bamboo pole, and silently took a few steps back, no matter how the pork liver was made, she didn't love it.

After breakfast, Qiao's father and Qiao Jiayue carried Qiao's mother's food box to the hospital, but fortunately, there was no need to change cars, the road was relatively close, and they arrived soon.

But because of the cold weather, the porridge in the lunch box has long been cold.

Deng Xianchang woke up, he couldn't speak yet, he could only listen to the people around him, and occasionally reacted a little.

When he saw Qiao's father and daughter, he patted Mu Shuwan's hand and asked her to say hello.

Qiao Jiayue handed the food box in her hand to Mu Shuwan, and asked them to warm it up before eating.

Qiao's father stood beside the bed, Deng Xianchang chatted a few words, and after a while, the nurse came over to take Deng Xianchang's temperature and told him to rest more.

Qiao's father specially left the nurse to ask Deng Xianchang what he could eat now, and was going to go back and bring another one.

Deng Ying hurried over with a lunch box, and was a little surprised to see Qiao's father and Qiao Jiayue who appeared in the ward.

He looked at Qiao Jiayue and wanted to say a few words to her, but the current environment was not suitable for being alone, and he didn't have time for them to talk in private.

Mu Shuwan had already heated the pork liver porridge, but unfortunately the porridge was too thick, or she wanted Deng Xianchang to eat a little.

"You have breakfast first, and we'll go back. Qiao's father patted Deng Xianchang's hand, "Rest well, everything will be fine." ”

Qiao Jiayue and Qiao's father took the tram back again and told Qiao's mother the good news.

Qiao's mother's face was happy when she heard this, "Really?" she said to Qiao's father, "When the soup is ready, you can send another one to the hospital." ”

Father Qiao shook his head, "The patient has just woken up, and his stomach is still weak, so he still boils porridge, right?"

Qiao's mother thought about it and made sense, so she took another casserole and rice, and began to boil rice soup.

Boiling rice soup is much faster than making chicken soup, Qiao's mother thought that there was a small stove in the hospital to heat it, and prepared food for Mu Shuwan and Deng Ying.

Qiao's father went to the hospital again, and this time there were a few more strangers in the ward, all of whom came to visit Deng Xianchang one after another after receiving the news.

It was almost expected that another wave of people would come after lunch.

In addition to Qiao's father, others also sent it, including chicken soup, ginseng soup or something, in comparison, the white porridge in Qiao's father's hand was mediocre.

In front of the hospital bed, an old man was taking Deng Xianchang's pulse, and he had a medicine box in his hand, and the medicine box was open, and there were more than a dozen grids densely packed inside, full of various things.

He frowned and put Deng Xianchang's hand into the quilt, "Your condition is stable now, you just need to recuperate well in the future." ”

"Drink porridge in the early stage, greasy and nourishing ones are not suitable for eating for the time being. The old man said, looking at Deng Ying on the side, "Did your father take any medicine during this time before waking up?"

Deng Ying was shocked, Doctor Yu is really powerful, but he can't admit this matter, otherwise Qiao Jiayue will be exposed.

He said, "I've always followed the doctor's instructions, is there anything wrong with the medicine?"

Doctor Yu slowly began to pack up the medicine box, "It's not the problem of the medicine, but your father's situation, with the power of the medicine he took before, he shouldn't wake up so quickly." ”

He took the pulse, the difference between before and after was a little big, he was sure that Deng Xianchang must have eaten something, but if people didn't say it, he couldn't ask, it seemed that he didn't understand that fate.

"Doctor Yu, is my father's medicine a change?" Deng Ying naturally hoped that Deng Xianchang would recover his health as soon as possible.

"Don't drink medicine for the time being, raise it for a few days, and then drink medicine when you can eat on your own. Doctor Yu looked at the various Western-style medical appliances on Deng Xianchang's body, shook his head and said.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Dr. Yu. Mu Shuwan said gratefully.

Doctor Yu shook his head, in fact, he didn't help much, but unfortunately he couldn't know what the medicine that woke Deng Xianchang up.

After studying medicine for decades, I realized that the diagnosis is correct, but the drugs and compatibility are ever-changing.

"It's not hard, you take care of yourself, I'll come back in two days." Doctor Yu said to Deng Xianchang on the bed.

Deng Xianchang on the bed motioned to Deng Ying to send Dr. Yu with his eyes.

"Doctor Yu, I'll send you. "Deng Ying is Dr. Yu went downstairs.

In the house, after Dr. Yu left, it was almost noon, and the others also said goodbye and left.

From Dr. Yu's words, it is certain that Deng Xianchang is out of danger, and those who cooperate don't have to worry about the risk.

In the room, Deng Xianchang glanced at Qiao's father, who had barely spoken from beginning to end, and then looked at Mu Shuwan.

"Zhengyu, I'm sorry, the hospitality is not good, forgive me. ”

Qiao's father shook his head and looked at Deng Xianchang's throat, where there was an incision with a tube inserted, and it hurt just by looking at it.

"I'm fine, when can Xianchang get rid of these things?" Father Qiao was referring to those nasogastric tubes and the like.

"The doctor said he could do it in the afternoon. Mu Shuwan replied, to be honest, when Deng Xianchang was lying in bed before, her heart was really desperate.

Fortunately, God loved her and let him stay.

Father Qiao looked at the casserole he brought, "Then Xianchang hasn't eaten it at noon, why don't you drink rice soup?" The rice soup boiled in the casserole is milky and viscous, and it is the most nourishing.

Deng Xianchang nodded at Mu Shuwan and said that he was willing to drink white porridge.

There is a small stove in the ward, and the cold rice soup can be eaten as soon as it is hot, Deng Ying first fed Deng Xianchang, and then heated the food sent by others, and the three of them ate it together.

Qiao's father originally wanted to go to Yan's house, but calculating the time, he rushed over from the hospital, and it was already past the meal, so he simply ate here and left.