Song Xiyuan squeezed her with his backhand, then got up and walked into the bathroom.

Twenty minutes later, he indeed appeared in the living room on time. Wen Xin was already ready to go. Until she got into the car, Song Xiyuan couldn't help but hold her forehead: "Beauty Wen, you won't visit me so early, the hospital will not be able to do anything?"

Wen Xin glared at him and said, "Drive quickly and go home first. I asked Aunt Zhang to cook some medicinal porridge, go back to get it, and then go to the hospital, it just so happens."

Song Xiyuan could only start the car as ordered and drive towards the Song family mansion.

The mother and son took the medicinal porridge and took it to the hospital. Before Song Qiwan woke up, Wen Xin walked into the ward with the porridge. However, Song Xiyuan hesitated at the door for a moment, and then was slapped in by Wen Xin.

Song Qiwan had just finished the operation yesterday and fell asleep all day and went to bed again at night. At this moment, his sleep became particularly shallow. When he heard the sound, he moved and suddenly opened his eyes.

When he saw Wen Xin and Song Xiyuan standing in the ward, he was obviously stunned for a moment, then frowned, clearly feeling the pain from the wound, and then he realized that it was not a dream.

In Song Qiwan's eyes, which had always been calm, a look of surprise appeared in a thousand years. He struggled to sit up from the bed. Wen Xin quickly stopped him: "Just finish the operation, don't move around,

What should I do if my wounds crack again?"

Song Qiwan looked at her worried expression and smiled and stroked the back of her hand: "It's okay."

It was indeed okay, but Wen Xin looked at him and just wanted to cry. After a while, she started sobbing softly.

Song Qiwan was lying down and couldn't make too many moves. He could only grab her hand: "Axin, stop crying."

Wen Xin couldn't help it, and cried for a while before she shook his hand away, lowered her head and wiped her tears: "Next time you do this, I won't care about you!"

The three people present naturally knew the meaning of this sentence. Song Qiwan couldn't help but smile, responded, "Well, I won't dare to let you see me again next time.

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"Nonsense!" Wen Xin couldn't help but scold him when he heard that he was unlucky. Finally, she turned to look at Song Xiyuan who was standing behind and still looking at him. "Xi Yuan, why don't you pour out the porridge for your father to drink?"

Song Xiyuan stood quietly for a while, then walked to the support stand in front of the hospital bed and poured out the medicinal porridge cooked by Aunt Zhang.

Song Qiwan looked at his movements, and although there was not much expression on his face, his expression was very focused.

Song Xiyuan poured the porridge and handed it to Wen Xin.

Song Qiwan's eyes moved back from Song Xiyuan to Wen Xin. He probably smelled the porridge. He couldn't help but ask: "Is it medicinal porridge again?"

Wen Xin glared at him: "You just finished the operation and don't eat this, what else do you want to eat?"

Song Qiwan then laughed again: "Okay, just eat this, just want to eat this."

Wen Xin's face then calmed down and she carefully fed him the porridge bit by bit.
Chapter completed!