Chapter 414 I Am Sick, Do You Have Any Medicine 15

Speaking of this, Ning Jun couldn't help but sigh.

"You are really concerned about Wanwan." Feng Bo answered, "Before I came, Wanwan had a single room. There was a bathtub in the bathroom for taking a bath, and the towels were kept at room temperature 24 hours a day.

The meals prepared every day, if I guessed correctly, are definitely not lunches for patients, otherwise there would not be only fifteen servings.

Oh, it was supposed to be fourteen copies before I came.

So, these are the meals your doctor ordered.

You bring all the extra meals for Wanwan to pick out first, and then eat the leftovers that Wanwan picks out. "

Feng Bo's words were well-organized, and the doctors sitting behind the surveillance camera applauded enthusiastically!

"This boy is really discerning. What should I do? I seem to like this son-in-law more and more!"

"I don't like him! He picked out the pasta I wanted to eat!"

"...How old are you, and you still get angry with a young man over food? Do you deserve it?"

"I don't care, he eats my pasta, I don't like him!"

Several doctors rushed to comfort the doctor who had been robbed of pasta, and the scene was very chaotic.

In the room, Ning Jun was dumbfounded by Feng Bo's guess.

She had already asked about Feng Bo's condition and knew that he was diagnosed with mild schizophrenia.

The onset time of this disease is inherently unstable, and since it is mild, it is even less clear when it will occur.

From what Feng Bo said just now, Ning Jun could tell that when he was not sick, Feng Bo was a good and witty man.

Ning Jun felt that as long as he had feelings for Wanwan and as long as Wanwan could accept him, Fengbo would be Wanwan's best destination.

"Okay, hurry up and eat. If you don't eat noodles, you'll be lumpy. Remember to let Wanwan drink porridge!"

Ning Jun decided to leave quickly and leave time for the two young people to slowly develop their relationship.

So, Feng Bo came to the desk with pasta in one hand and preserved egg and lean meat porridge in the other.

The desk is between the two beds, leaning towards Xi Ying's side.

Feng Bo followed the old routine and waved to Xi Ying, "Wanwan, it's time to recharge again. Come, let's recharge together."

Xi Ying walked over obediently.

She wants to recharge, she wants to shine.

Feng Bo asked Xi Ying to sit on a chair and drink porridge. He was going to eat noodles standing up.

However, when Xi Ying raised her hands, holding the bowl in one hand and the spoon in the other, Feng Bo's pupils suddenly shrank when he glanced at her!

He quickly put down the pasta in his hand, held Xi Ying's hands carefully and lovingly, looked at the fine blood marks on her palms, and asked in a trembling voice: "Wanwan, who did this?"

Xi Ying stared at the bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge and murmured, "I want to recharge, I want to shine."

But look at her bloody hands, how could Feng Bo let her eat it by herself.

"Okay, let's recharge first. While you're recharging, can you tell me who bullied you?"

The tone of coaxing children was skillfully used by Fengbo.

"Charge." Xi Ying raised her eyes to look at Feng Bo, her dark eyes full of determination.

It seems that there is nothing more important in the world than charging.

"Okay, recharge." The emotions in Feng Bo's eyes were very complicated.

Helpless, distressed, and pampered.

He picked up the porridge bowl and fed Xi Ying some porridge.

The porridge is very thick and smells delicious. Wanwan seems to like it very much.

As long as Wanwan likes it.

After taking a few mouthfuls of porridge, Xi Ying's eyes fell on the plate of pasta that was about to become lumpy.