The thought of Mu Yazhe sent shivers down his spine; regardless, Meng Qingyang ensured that all his orders were in place before he left with a peaceful mind.
Zhao Rui did not understand political intricacies, but, as a doctor, he had the duty to provide care and treatment for those who paid him to do so. This was his principle, so he naturally did not tarry in carrying out the orders.
Sitting in the room for a while, the young boy eventually looked up at his mother and pouted. "Mommy, Youyou is hungry. The tummy is growling." He rubbed his little tummy and blinked piteously at her with his sparkling, doe eyes.
Gently, she quickly asked, "What does Youyou want to eat? Mommy will buy it for you from the supermart!"
A number of 24-hour convenience stores and cake shops could be found around the hospital and just across the street. Getting food was very convenient.
