Looking at Su Wan's pale face, Jiang Xuecheng opened the thermal lunch box and served a bowl of pumpkin millet congee.
"This is the congee prepared by Aunty Fang. Doesn't it smell good? You've not eaten anything the entire day. Take something bland first to tide you over."
As Jiang Xuecheng spoke, he took one spoonful of congee and brought it to Su Wan's mouth.
Su Wan's face was blushed red. She shook her head and said, "Let me do it myself."
She was not so weak that she wasn't even able to lift a spoon. In fact, after she awoke, she felt energetic except for the initial dizziness.
Seeing Su Wan shake her head, Jiang Xuecheng frowned and said beyond question, "You're a patient and need care. I'll feed you."
Su Wan's eyes flickered. She looked down bashfully and dared not look into Jiang Xuecheng's eyes. All she did was swallow the congee in silence.
