"That's good to hear Dr. Chen." Mr. Hu said with a smile. "But I'm so hungry now! Can you let me eat something?"

"I've prepared it for you a long time ago." Aunt Lian put the tray on the bedside table.

The young woman Huaxin picked up the bowl and said, "What is this? The soup is clear and watery."

"This is rice drink! That's rice oil," Dr. Chen said. "Mr. Hu has just cleaned up the old dirt and his intestines and stomach are too weak, so he can only drink rice drink today and porridge tomorrow. He can't eat too much."

"Listen to the doctor, listen to the doctor, and drink as much rice as you can." Mr. Hu said. He was so impressed now! After such intense vomiting and diarrhea, he was fine. It was incredible.

Mr. Hu was very hungry, so he took the bowl in her hand and drank it all in one sip. "One more bowl," he said, holding out the empty bowl.

Standing beside the hospital bed, she quickly filled another bowl and handed it to him, and drank it this time.

"Okay, I won't disturb your rest." Dr. Chen said with a smile.

A group of people walked out, "Ah!..."

"What's wrong, husband? What's wrong?" She looked at Mr. Hu who was yelling at a loss.

"Haha..." Mr. Hu laughed heartily and forgot himself.

"Don't get too excited," Dr. Chen reminded.

"I know, I know." Mr. Hu hugged his little wife excitedly.

Dr. Chen and the others smiled and retreated, closing the door. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to (qn) to vote, monthly votes, and your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users please go to

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