Sweet Wife, be Good!

Zhuang Shihao looked down at Youyou, this little guy, he has never had any emotions, but in just a few days, he grew so fast as if it had taken root in his heart.

Can he accept the loss of Youyou? If it was before, he might think the problem is not big.

But now, the answer is no.

This is his own son and a responsibility he must bear. How can he hold that kind of thinking?

Thinking about it this way, even the addiction to cigarettes is suppressed.

He can only take out his mobile phone and deal with work matters first.

"I want to drink water." Youyou opened his eyes and said in a daze.

"Then I'll get it for you." Zhuang Shihao said immediately.

Drinkable hot water was available 24 hours a day at the door, but Zhuang Shihao came in a hurry and had no cups at all. He had to buy a bottle of mineral water, pour half of it, and fill it in with hot water.

Youyou actually only took a couple of sips, and then frowned and shouted hungry.

Thinking that he just vomited up last night’s dinner, it’s no wonder that he would be hungry. The doctor said just now that you must eat nutritious and clean things for Youyou, so it seems that only porridge is more suitable.

But it was three o'clock in the morning, and the hospital's patient package was long gone. It seemed that if you wanted to buy porridge, you had to go outside the hospital.

So what do you do?

What about the hanging bottle while holding him?

Although the hospital has some simple measures to allow the bottle to be pushed along with people, but in this situation, I am afraid that I will never be able to go out and blow the cold air again.

Zhuang Shihao remembered that Fang Lan called him and told him about Youyou's illness. She couldn't help but feel a pain. At that time, was she facing the same situation as her own?

A nurse walked over, adjusted the bottle, and then said, "Isn't this kid Youyou? Why is he sick again? Didn't it just happen to be discharged from the hospital last time?"

Zhuang Shihao remembered the last time he refused to believe that Youyou was really sick, and a look of shame appeared on his face.

"It's okay, Dad Youyou, it's normal for a child to get sick and have a fever. Before the age of six, the child's immunity is not good enough, and it is always prone to problems. After that, it will be much better. Look at us. Most of the emergency department is six years old. Children under the age of the year." Seeing that his face was not good, the nurse thought he was worried about the child, so he quickly comforted.

"Dad, I'm hungry." Youyou said again, looking very pitiful, without much energy.

"Then Youyou father, go shopping, I will help you look at Youyou first. Last time when Youyou mother was here, I also helped you look at Youyou."

"Okay, thank you." Zhuang Shihao went out, his fingers quivered slightly, and took out a cigarette, but it did not light it. Instead, he bought porridge and some light in a good looking shop outside the hospital. The snack, only then came back.

When I came back, the nurse was talking to Youyou. When Fang Lan was mentioned, Youyou obediently said, "My mommy will come back to see me soon."

His eyes were bright, and there was a clear look.

Zhuang Shihao took the things and the nurse left.

After Youyou ate, she was also sleepy. In the rest of the time, she slept a lot more comfortably. He didn't wake up again, and he didn't grab Zhuang Shihao and ask for Mommy.

Early the next morning, Zhuang Shihao thought for a while, but decided to call Fang Lan.