His stomach had been vomited clean, but he didn't feel much better. He sat on the ground weakly, like a fish that had been thrown ashore. Because he had lost water, he was on the verge of death.
Xu Youyou was probably afraid of disturbing her rest, so she didn't knock on her door much during the day.
Lunch was also brought into the room by the servants, but it was finally brought out in the same way.
Mo Zhiyun didn't listen to mo shenbai's words to stay in the canvass lunar restaurant. Instead, he took the opportunity to go to the hospital while Xu Youyou was resting with the babies.
In the ward, Wen Xingchen was lying on the bed in her hospital gown, her face pale and bloodless.
Lu He Yun sat on the edge of the bed, a bowl of porridge in his hand. &Quot; eat a little more. &Quot;
Wen Xingchen shook her head gently. &Quot; I can't. &Quot;
Lu Heyun did not force her. He put the bowl on the bed and wiped his hands with a wet tissue.
