"I'm a patient, you can't treat me like this."
Fang Zhi feigned pitifulness.
"Your fever has already gone down, hurry up and get up to eat something."
"Ouch."
"What's wrong?"
Lin Shu quickly asked.
"I have no strength in my body, I can't get up."
"Then I'll feed you."
These words were exactly what Fang Zhi had hoped for.
He nodded his head.
"Okay."
Before long, Lin Shu brought over a bowl of plain white porridge and sat down beside Fang Zhi.
Seeing the bowl of porridge, Fang Zhi smiled, "So you're just going to let me drink porridge."
Lin Shu seriously nodded her head, "Yes, you'll just have to make do with eating this. The doctor said you must eat bland food now, and drinking porridge is the best for your body's recovery."
As she spoke, she dipped the spoon in the porridge, gently scooped up a spoonful, and brought it to Fang Zhi's mouth.
"Good boy, open your mouth."
