"Carry it to the observation room."

The two doctors came out of the examination room one after another, rubbing their brows tiredly.

The old man, whom the man called the miracle doctor, looked at the woman's gaze with a little admiration.

Women are strong when they are mothers!

Others don't know, but he sees it clearly.

For the sake of her daughter, she does not want her daughter to lose the protection of her mother, so she refuses to use anesthetics, stays awake at all times, and endures unbearable pain for ordinary people.

"Yes."

The two men didn't know what the old man was thinking, so they bowed down to receive the order, carefully carried the stretcher, and walked to the backyard.

*

The backyard covers a large area, planted with more than a dozen green bamboos, quiet and elegant.

There are more than a dozen rooms with red roofs and white walls next to the bamboo, and further inside is a two-story building.

There are more than a dozen rooms on each floor of the small building, which are used for observation and treatment of seriously ill patients.

The two men carried the stretcher into the easternmost room on the first floor of the small building, and carefully placed the person on the hospital bed.

There is also a small cave in the ward, which allows the patient's family to stay overnight and facilitate care.

When Ye Jian heard the news, he came to the ward from the private room and poked his head in.

"Daddy."

The little baby girl's eyes lit up when she saw him, and she got up from the bed and stretched out her arms to hug him.

Ye Jian's heart trembled with a father's scream, and he stumbled under his feet and almost fell.

"Daddy, hug."

The little baby girl pulled her cute little milk voice and called her father persistently.

The big smart black eyes are flickering and flickering, and the hearts of those who see it are happy.

Ye Jian couldn't resist the stupid little eyes, so he walked into the ward like a ghost, stretched out his hands, and tried to hug her.

This time, the woman did not stop him, as if she felt that he was trustworthy and let down her guard.

Ye Jian carefully picked up the little baby girl, hugged Xiangxiang's soft little body, and really surged a little illusion of being a father.

The little baby girl got her wish, smiling with crooked eyebrows and eyes, very cute.

"Is your baby hungry and wants to eat? Daddy makes you a delicious ........"

Ye Jian looked at Yuxue's cute little baby, quickly entered the state, and turned on the pet girl mode.

A dad, how smooth it is.

"Ahem."

The woman was obviously startled by his father, and coughed weakly twice.

"Uh-huh."

The little baby girl smiled even more happily, pointed to her mother, and put forward her own conditions: "Mother, drink chicken soup." ”

"Ugh."

Ye Jian was embarrassed, and he couldn't wait to give himself another mouthful.

It's all to blame for this mouth, there is no door.

In the middle of the night, where to buy chicken and stew chicken soup.

"There's chicken soup in the kitchen."

The little baby girl shrugged her little nose and pointed in the direction of the kitchen.

What kind of nose are you?

So spiritual?

Ye Jian was a little confused, in line with the tacit understanding cultivated by digging herbs, he still chose to believe in the little baby girl, and walked out of the ward with her in his arms.

The little baby girl stretched out her little arms to show the way, one big and one small walked through the bamboo forest, all the way to the kitchen in the backyard.

There was a pot of chicken soup stewed on the stove, and when the lid was lifted, it was fragrant.

"Whose chicken soup is this?"

Ye Jian admired the little girl's keen sense of smell.

"Take away your dirty hands."

A mother-in-law and a delicately dressed maid walked from the west end of the small building with lanterns on their hands.

"Who allowed you to touch my master's chicken soup?"

The maid's beautiful eyes widened, and her contemptuous gaze looked at Ye Jian from her head to her feet.

Ye Jian was dressed in crumpled dirty clothes, stained with blades of grass and sludge, his hair was disheveled, his face was dark, and he carried a broken basket on his back.

At first glance, it is no better than a beggar begging for food.