Sang Yanzhou quickly took a shower, went out to buy two servings of porridge, and came back to them, then answered the phone and left in a hurry.

Sang Yanzhou picked up the small bowl that Sang Yanzhou had just bought by the way and washed it, scooped out a small half bowl of porridge from the porridge, stirred it in the bowl, let it cool a little, and then slowly fed it to her one spoonful after another.

Xiao Fubao drank the porridge he handed over, obviously in good spirits.

The nurses had just changed her clothes into a clean one, and her hair had to be wrapped in a dry towel first.

Seeing that her mental state was so good, Sang Wanzhou couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, today's events didn't cast a shadow on her.

His little sun hasn't gone away.

The only sound left in the entire ward was her drinking porridge.

"Brother." Xiao Fubao suddenly shouted at him.

"Huh?"

Sang Wanzhou looked at her, her eyebrows were tender, gentle like water, if others saw it, she would have to drop her jaw in shock.

"When are we going to go back and record the show?"

Sang Wanzhou listened, she was worried about the show.

He shook his head and said, "This issue is no longer recorded."

When Xiao Fubao heard that he was going to record it, he was instantly anxious, "How can I not record it!" Our mission isn't done yet, so we can't stop recording! Fubao is a lot better now! You can go back and continue recording the show!"

What if his parents suddenly watch the live broadcast in these episodes when she is away?

She can't just miss out with mom and dad.

She still has to fulfill Master's last wish.

And if they can't spread out their breakfast, then where will that old man find something to eat!

At that time, she didn't see that the person who saved her was the old man.

Sure enough, good and evil will be rewarded.

Saying that, she was about to get up and get out of bed, but was pushed back by Sang Wanzhou.

"Do you really want to go back and record the show again?"

Xiao Fubao nodded heavily: "Yes!"

Sang Wanzhou stared straight into his eyes for a long time before he sighed, "Okay. Then you should take good care of your illness and wait until your illness is completely cured before you can continue to go back to recording."

Xiao Fubao originally wanted to soak it hard and make him agree that he would go back to recording tomorrow.

But no matter what she said, Sang Wanzhou resolutely disagreed, and asked her to go back to recording before she recovered from her illness.

She had no choice but to give up.

When Sang Yanzhou returned to Yicheng, it was already more than 9 o'clock in the evening.

As soon as he got off the plane, the cell phone in his pocket rang.

glanced at the caller ID and picked it up directly.

"Hey, Mom."

"Have you arrived? I've sent you the location, you can come over now."

"Well, it's already here, I'm coming."

Sang Yanzhou dragged his tired body up to pick up his car, pinched the container of Xiao Fubao's blood in his hand, and leaned against the car window to close his eyes and recuperate.

After driving for about two dozen minutes, the car stopped in front of a large private hospital.

The mother of the two, Lin Feiwan, is a famous genius surgeon at home and abroad, who has been given this title at the age of 25, and is now the chief professor of a famous foreign medical school.

Rumor has it that no matter how tricky the operation, she never failed.

Many people came to beg her for an operation at a high price, but they couldn't get on the line at all.

What's more, the Lin family was originally standing at the top of Yicheng, second only to the Sang family, and they didn't take that money seriously at all.

What she likes is basically the kind of incurable disease that ordinary doctors can't help.

Just look at the difficulty, not the price.

She values the value she creates.