The group pets the little fisherman, she has a lot of happy events

Chapter 8 Say Dad, Don't Mention How Smooth It Is
"Take it to the observation room."

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

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

Women are strong as mothers!

Others don't know, but he can see clearly.

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

"Yes."

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

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

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

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

Two assistants carried the stretcher into the eastmost room on the first floor of the small building, and carefully placed the person on the hospital bed.

There is also a small room in the ward, where the family members of patients can stay overnight for easy care.

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

"father."

Seeing his eyes light up, the little baby girl jumped up from the bed and stretched out her arms to hug her.

Ye Jian's heart trembled when he cried out, he staggered and almost fell down.

"Daddy, give me a hug."

The little baby girl yelled at Daddy persistently with her cute little milk voice.

The bright black eyes are flickering, and the hearts of those who look at them are almost melted.

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

This time, the woman didn't stop him, she seemed to feel that he was trustworthy, and let go of her guard.

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

The little baby girl got her wish, and she smiled with crooked eyebrows, so cute.

"Is the baby hungry? Do you want to eat? Daddy will cook something delicious for you."

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

A father, not to mention how smooth it is.

"Cough cough."

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

"Uh-huh."

The little baby girl smiled even more happily, pointed to her mother, and made a condition by herself: "Mother, drink chicken soup."

"Uh."

Ye Jian was embarrassed, and wished he could give himself another slap in the face.

It's all because of this mouth, there is no one to guard the 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 nose and pointed in the direction of the kitchen.

What is your nose?

so smart?
Ye Jian was a little confused. Based on the tacit understanding cultivated by digging herbs, he still chose to trust the little girl and walked out of the ward with her in his arms.

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

Sure enough, a pot of chicken soup was simmering on the stove, and when the lid was lifted, it was fragrant.

"Who made this chicken soup?"

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

"Get your dirty hands off."

A woman and a delicately dressed maid came from the west end of the small building with lanterns in hand.

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

The servant girl's beautiful eyes were wide open, and Ye Jian was scrutinized from head to toe with contemptuous eyes.

Ye Jian was wearing crumpled and dirty clothes, covered with grass leaves and mud, with disheveled hair, a dark face, and a broken basket on his back.

At first glance, it is not much better than a beggar.

(End of this chapter)