Chu Linchen's face suddenly collapsed.

With the daily nutritional solution injected into the mouth, the birds were almost fading out.

He tutted and unconsciously made a flat mouth move.

This look fell in Qin Shu's eyes, but he felt that men were inexplicably wronged.

Her heart was strange, and her tone unconsciously eased a little, "Tonight, I will order a new recipe for you so that you can eat it."

"Okay!" Chu Linchen responded with pleasure, and his face regained his spirit.

He pinched the things in his palm and was about to take them out, but Qin Shu had already turned around and walked towards Weiwei.

Chu Linchen hesitated for a moment and had to put the things back.

It seems that this occasion is not suitable for delivering things, so let’s wait until the right time before talking about it.

Chu Linchen couldn't eat, but Qin Shu and his son wanted to eat it.

The mother and son sat at the small table, eating three dishes and one soup, and they were very delicious.

Chu Linchen lay on the hospital bed and watched the warm scene, his throat couldn't help but slide.

In the end, he couldn't bear to watch it anymore and turned over and pretended to go to bed.

After dinner, Qin Shu accompanied Weiwei to read the storybook again. The mother and son were talking and laughing, but never came to Chu Linchen's side throughout the whole process, as if they had set up a barrier around his hospital bed and isolated him.

Chu Linchen's face was a little dark.

Night falls.

Qin Shu took a bath for Weiwei, changed his clothes, and asked him to lie on the bed first.

She took paper and pen and wrote and painted on the table.

There are special writing methods for the prescription, which is difficult for ordinary people to understand.

Xiao Weiwei has followed Qin Shu since he was a child and has learned a little bit.

Sitting by the bed with her legs crossed, her chin supported with both hands, staring at Qin Shu curiously writing a list.

"Mommy, don't you hate that uncle, why do you want to prescribe him medicine?"

Weiwei did not agree with Chu Linchen as his father, and even worried that he would hurt Qin Shu, so he was very alienated to him and only called him "uncle".

Qin Shu had just finished writing a recipe and felt it was inappropriate, so he crossed out two more medicinal herbs.

She took out a piece of paper and prepared a new recipe.

Hearing Weiwei's question, he stopped writing, turned to look at him, ignored Chu Linchen beside him, and said, "Because we can leave here as soon as possible."

Weiwei's eyes lit up, "Oh, come on mom! You can definitely do it."

"Be good, you go to bed first, children can't stay up late."

Qin Shu kissed the child's forehead and signaled him to lie down.

She got up and covered him with a quilt, and turned off the light at the head of the bed.

After doing all this, I was going back and continued to write the prescription. I accidentally saw it on the hospital bed opposite.

Chu Linchen lay on his side, his dark and deep eyes staring at her, and there seemed to be dissatisfaction inside.

Obviously, he heard what she said just now.

Qin Shu looked back at him indifferently until he snorted and turned around.

Then she curled the corners of her lips, sat back to the table, picked up her pen and continued to write and draw.

Once Qin Shu is immersed in medical-related matters, he is always prone to ignore time.
Chapter completed!