Mrs. Jiang is arrogant

Chapter 1902

In the hospital, in the ward, Mrs. Ning was wearing a hospital gown, leaning on the hospital bed. Not to mention her delicate face was pale, her skin was sagging, and the corners of her eyes were wrinkled, as if she had aged ten years all of a sudden.

She looked sleepy, her eyes were gray and lifeless, she tilted her head, looking at the light gray floor, not knowing what she was thinking.

Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside the ward, from far to near, her eyeballs moved, a gleam of light flashed in her eyes, and she looked up at the door.

A tall figure came in and shouted, "Mom, how do you feel?"

Madam Ning saw the person's face clearly, the light in her eyes disappeared instantly, and then she lowered her eyelids and returned to the same way as before.

Ning Shishen saw that her expression was calm, and knew that her hopes had failed again, and felt a little uncomfortable.

The servant came in with two thermos buckets, saw him, and shouted, "Master."

Ning Shi nodded invisibly, and asked, "How is Madam today?"

The servant subconsciously glanced at Mrs. Ning, and said in a low voice, "It's still the same."

I don't think about tea, I don't think about food, and I don't have energy.

"En." Ning Shishen sat on the armchair beside the bed, looked at Mrs. Ning and said, "Mom, what do you want to eat tonight?"

Madam Ning didn't answer, as if she didn't hear.

Ning Shishen was also used to her like this, so he opened the thermos, took out a bowl of porridge, and fed her with a spoon.

It's a pity that Mrs. Ning didn't even look at it.

Ning Shi persuaded deeply: "Your body is already weak, you still need to eat some, otherwise your body will not be able to bear it."

Madam Ning didn't know what she thought of, tears just fell down.

Ning Shishen knew where her knot was, but there was nothing he could do.

Can't we say that everything is done by her?She was his mother after all.

He stirred the white porridge in the bowl with a spoon, and said in a seemingly unintentional way: "I told the doctor when I came here just now, and I will arrange for you to be discharged from the hospital tomorrow and go home to recuperate."

Madam Ning's expression changed slightly when she heard the words, and she suddenly looked at Ning Shishen with a bit of anger in her eyes.

"Mom, the environment in the hospital is complicated, and it's not as quiet as at home. I've asked the doctor. Going home is good for your condition." Ning Shishen explained.

Mrs. Ning stared at her eldest son for a while, and asked, "Are you blaming me too?"

Her voice was hoarse and weak, like a 80-[-]-year-old woman, somewhat lifeless.

"You're worrying too much." Ning Shi took a deep spoonful of porridge and fed it to her mouth, his expression as indifferent as ever.

"Yes, or not?" Mrs. Ning was obsessed with a result, and suddenly grabbed Ning Shishen's arm.

He shook his hand, and the porridge spilled on the floor.

With his expression unchanged, he put the bowl on the table, took out a piece of paper to wipe the floor clean, and then looked at Mrs. Ning, "If you are not hungry, then eat later."

Madam Ning was indeed unable to eat, and asked, "Where's your father?"

"There's a reception tonight, so he probably won't be able to come today." Ning Shishen explained, "I'll pick you up tomorrow morning."

After staring at the calm face of the eldest son for a while, Mrs. Ning suddenly smiled, "You all hate me?"

Although she was smiling, there was a mocking look in her eyes.

"You're worrying too much." Ning Shishen stood up, "I have a video conference tonight, so let's take a step first, and you should go to bed early."

Madam Ning didn't speak, she turned her face away from him and closed her eyes.

Ning Shishen explained a few words to the servant, looked at Mrs. Ning, saw that he was still maintaining the previous posture, paused for a few seconds, turned and walked out.

As soon as he went out, tears fell from Madam Ning's eyes.

The servant noticed it and wanted to persuade her, but he didn't know what to think of, and finally pretended not to see it.

(End of this chapter)