About five minutes later, finally, the porridge water was ready. She found a bowl, filled it for him, and brought it in.
"The doctor said, since you've just had surgery, you should start with this, it will be helpful to you." Bringing it in, she went straight to his bedside and half-knelt down.
This?
What is this?
Ou Mucen slightly raised his eyes to look at the bowl before him, seeing the concoction within the wooden bowl that didn't quite look like water, nor did it resemble porridge, a flicker of distaste already crossing his eyes.
"What is this?"
"Lemon porridge. It's made a bit clearer, the nurse said it can replace boiled water, and it's really beneficial for healing your wounds."
Ye Ning noticed the aversion in his eyes and hurriedly explained, worried he wouldn't eat it.
Are you kidding?
It's a critical time now. If he wants to recover quickly, he has to listen to the doctor.
