Song Shaoyan chuckled, Americans' thinking is probably this straightforward.

Seeing that Song Shaoyan didn't speak, the man felt a little regretful: "It would be a pity if you give up. Several expert friends and I have analyzed it for you. The probability of success is very high. You should give it a try."

"I won't try it, there's no need."

"What a pity, what a pity."

There was a knock on the ward door.

Song Shaoyan said a few words and then hung up the phone. He thought it was a nurse: "Come in."

Ning An held Little Candy's hand and pushed open the door.

As soon as the door opened, Song Shaoyan was stunned, his eyes darkened, with a bit of restraint and silence.

Because of the festival, Little Candy was dressed beautifully, wearing a white cotton-padded jacket, black leather boots, and a furry piggy bag across her body.

Ning An and Little Candy are dressed similarly, and they look like parent-child outfits.

Little Candy was held by Ning An in one hand and holding a newly bought Mickey Mouse balloon in the other.

Opening the door, Little Candy let go of Ning An's hand and rushed towards Song Shaoyan.

She didn't care that Song Shaoyan didn't say anything. She rushed over and leaned against his pillow and looked at him carefully. Her long eyelashes trembled: "Uncle, what's wrong with you? Why are you in the hospital?"

Song Shaoyan was caught off guard by the little candy that suddenly rushed towards him, and suddenly he didn't know what to do.

Ning An clearly promised him last night not to bring any candies.

Now, this...

"Uncle, why don't you speak?" Little Candy came closer and looked at him, blinking with big eyes.

Her pretty little appearance left Song Shaoyan helpless. Moreover, the little girl smelled very good and was only a few centimeters away from him.

"Nothing's wrong, I probably just caught a cold." Song Shaoyan said as he raised his head and glanced at Ning An behind him.

Ning pretended not to see him, closed the door and walked over.

"Then you should have a good rest and listen to the doctor's advice." Little Candy gave him the balloon, "This is for you. Uncle, will you feel happier when you see it?"

"Um."

Little Candy tied the balloon beside the hospital bed, and the balloon became the most vivid and lively color in the ward.

"Mom has made breakfast for you. Get up and eat it quickly." Little Candy said in a milky voice.

Song Shaoyan took a look, and sure enough, Ning An made him some food.

"Little Candy, come here, your uncle is weak, you feed him." Ning An handed a porridge bowl to Little Candy, "Be careful."

"Okay!" Little Candy was quite happy.

Song Shaoyan frowned: "..."

He doesn't look like someone who needs to be fed by a five-year-old child.

Is he that weak?

"This is preserved egg and lean meat porridge!" Little Candy introduced in a serious manner, scooping out a spoonful and feeding it to Song Shaoyan.

Of course Song Shaoyan couldn't refuse and ate it obediently.

I wanted to say a few words to Ning'an, but suddenly I lost all my temper.

Little Candy is quite good at taking care of people, and she even knows how to blow the porridge before feeding it to Song Shaoyan.

Ning An peeled another egg for Song Shaoyan.

She knew that Song Shaoyan didn't like boiled eggs very much, but eggs were nutritious.

So, she gave the egg to Little Candy: "Baby, feed uncle."

Song Shaoyan couldn't resist Ning An's move. Before he could even refute, Little Candy was already feeding him eggs: "Uncle, eat it quickly, it's hot."

Even if Song Shaoyan doesn't like boiled eggs, he has to eat them.

However, he found that today's hard-boiled eggs seemed to taste a little different.
Chapter completed!