Xiang Shuyi suddenly attacked, pacing in front of the bed with teasing eyes, and said a lot of pre-operative precautions.
"Isn't there another week?" Xiao Sheng asked.
Xiang Shuyi glanced at the two of them, "Obviously, there are some precautions that had to be mentioned a week ago."
Xiao Sheng snorted.
She thought to herself, no wonder your medical skills have been erratic recently and you haven't focused on the right path.
After Xiang Shuyi finished speaking, he emphasized the key points several times and finally left.
Xiao Sheng got out of bed, got some paper and pen, and sat under the quilt to review.
The bed was already small, and the two of them were squeezed together, so Gong Shiheng had to turn sideways.
"Tang Yuan, help me get a lollipop."
"good."
Gong Shiheng went to the drawer to get a lollipop and stuffed it into her mouth.
Xiao Sheng lay on the pillow, writing with an automatic pen with a bitten tip, and muttered: "Lying for a long time after surgery will easily lead to hemorrhoids. You need to..."
Gong Shiheng's temples twitched and he corrected her, "Shengsheng, it's a bedsore."
"Um?"
Gong Shiheng pointed to his back, "Lying down for a long time will only cause bedsores."
Xiao Sheng nodded, "Oh, I remembered it wrong."
She lowered her head to draw the word "L" and started writing again with a groan. Suddenly she stopped and said, "Why do you write "bedsore"? I forgot to write the word when I picked up the pen."
Gong Shiheng laughed, put his arms around her, held her hand, and wrote on the paper one stroke at a time.
Xiao Sheng felt the dry warmth of his palm, and watched his words appear on the paper without moving his hand.
"Your handwriting is so beautiful."
"Practice it."
"How long do you need to practice this calligraphy?" She looked at him with a serious expression.
Gong Shiheng thought for a moment and said: "It only takes a few years of concentrated practice, but I have learned a lot. I have been practicing since I was a child, and I didn't have my own style until I was in junior high school."
Xiao Sheng nodded.
"When you get out of the hospital, stop working so hard and take a good rest. Your brain will be better," she said.
Gong Shiheng stroked the back of her neck, lay on her side, and joked with her, "What if I don't work? Who will take care of it for me, you?"
Xiao Sheng immediately shook his head, "I can't do it. Even if your family has money, it will be lost if it is handed over to me. The best way is to just donate it and leave the money to earn interest in the bank, which is enough for retirement.
That’s fine.”
She spoke seriously, and her thoughts were simple and pure.
Gong Shiheng smiled, "If that really happens, my great-grandmother will be pissed to death."
Xiao Sheng put down his pen and said, "What should I do? It's too late for me to study business now, and I can't study since I was a child. All my homework was done for me by those fools like Shao Yingqi."
"You let a fool help you with your homework?"
Xiao Sheng: "It doesn't matter, just hand it over."
Gong Shiheng closed his eyes and joked: "That's troublesome. I can't do it, and neither can you. Who can I leave it to?"
Xiao Sheng supported his chin with one hand, "You should find a professional manager to take care of it first."
"Then what?"
"Then? Then we will have a child in the future and let him take care of it."
Gong Shiheng's heart softened and he looked deeply at the person in front of him.
Xiao Sheng met his gaze and said, "I'm right, isn't your grandfather putting his hope in you?"
Gong Shiheng stood up with one arm, put his hand around the back of her head, approached her, gently asked her on the forehead, and said warmly: "That's right, let our children take care of it later."
Xiao Sheng snapped his fingers, "That's right."
She felt the subtle touch left on her forehead and couldn't help but reach out and touch it, feeling quietly better.