"Eh, this consciousness is good," Cheng Feng praised on the side, "Good moon, you should be like this, your man is injured and helps take care of the man and the visiting guests, crying hard still makes me feel distressed, this is not right, it is said that women are made of water, I have seen it today." ”

"Cheng Feng ......"

Xu Yue stomped her foot in shame.

What own man?

She obviously didn't mean that, and when Cheng Feng said this, it seemed that she really didn't treat herself as an outsider.

A small face couldn't help but turn red.

But in the end, Cheng Feng was a sick person, so I didn't care about him.

Xu Yue didn't care, and Cheng Feng didn't think there was anything wrong with his words.

I saw that Yu Xiaowan was still holding a thermos pot, and her neck was long.

"Is there food there? Tell me something and give it to me, I'm dying of hunger. ”

"Your eyes, how can you just look at the food, you look at the flowers that Xiaowan bought for you, how beautiful they are?"

Xu Yuehao shook the flower in his hand in front of Cheng Feng's eyes, put it under his nose and sniffed it, and finally showed a smiling face.

"That's what you women like, eh, I'm going to say Xiaowan, our friends for so many years are also our own people, next time there is this kind of thing, don't fix this kind of thing, it's still true."

Cheng Feng held the thermos pot that was too late by himself, and said while screwing the lid laboriously.

"You don't know, from last night to now, I haven't had a full meal, and I don't have any oil and water in my stomach just for millet porridge in the morning."

"Why didn't you eat? Didn't anyone buy you food? ”

Xu Yuehao heard that Cheng Feng hadn't eaten enough, and she also looked at it with concern.

"Someone buys it, the millet porridge that my mother bought for me last night, the millet porridge that Brother Dongzi bought for me today, pity me for being seriously injured, they only give me millet porridge."

"Cheng Feng, you kid talks about your conscience, don't I give you food? Obviously, the doctor said that you may have injured your internal organs and asked you to eat two liquid meals. ”

As soon as Cheng Feng's words fell, Lin Dongyang walked in from outside, followed by Lu Mu, who hurried to work in the morning.

"Even if it's liquid food, you don't need to eat millet porridge, you can also buy me some fish soup, chicken soup and the like."

Cheng Feng looked pitiful, and he almost wiped a handful of sad tears.

Speaking of this, he also asked Yu Xiaowan, "Won't you also have millet porridge here?" ”

Yu Xiaowan laughed dryly, "It's really not." ”

After speaking, he glanced at Lu Mu with a little weakness.

Why did he come to the hospital now? Didn't you say it was going to be busy today?

", chicken soup, Xiaowan, you're too interesting, is this the chicken soup you stewed especially for your buddies?"

Cheng Feng opened the thermos pot and couldn't wait to take a sip as he spoke.

"Hmm, what's the smell? Xiaowan, how much Chinese medicine have you put in this? ”

Yu Xiaowan laughed dryly again, "Don't make up for this." ”

As he spoke, Yu Xiaowan looked at Lu Mu's faint eyes again.

I feel a little cold.

"You're making up a bit of a lot."

Although he was disgusted in his mouth, Cheng Feng still devoured the chicken soup into his stomach, and finally burped with satisfaction.

At this moment, it seemed that he had just seen Lu Mu and shouted, "Mr. Lu, when did you come?" ”

"Just arrived."

Lu Mu nodded to Cheng Feng, and asked him how he felt now, and when he was halfway through, the doctor came over to check the ward, and seriously communicated with the doctor about Cheng Feng's injury.