Nan Song was startled and quickly climbed up from Yu Jinwen's body.
A group of people who feel embarrassed.
It’s really a large social death scene.
Her head was still a little dizzy and her face was a bit pale. Nan Song couldn't help but stroke his forehead to calm down.
Yu Jinwen looked at Nan Song's face with concern, "What's wrong? Is it because of hypoglycemia?"
Hearing this, Nan Song put his hand down from his forehead and looked at Yu Jinwen with some doubts.
"Did you know I had hypoglycemia?"
She does suffer from hypoglycemia, but she usually pays more attention to it and rarely suffers from it. Sometimes she feels dizzy and flustered when she is too tired, so just add some sugar and it will be fine.
In my impression, she had never committed any illness in front of Yu Jinwen. How did he know?
Yu Jinwen said: "My mother told me."
Nan Song understood clearly. In her memory, when she was tired from taking care of Yu Jinwen three years ago, she suffered from hypoglycemia and almost fainted, and was bumped into by Yu Fengjiao.
To be honest, if it hadn't been for the care of the Yu family that brought her a lot of comfort, she might not have been able to survive three years.
Yu Jinwen opened the drawer and found the milk tablets and toffee that Yu Zeyu had brought when he came to see him. They were left over from coaxing his girlfriend.
It was not easy to come empty-handed, so I brought him over, saying that he could relive his childhood.
"Eat a candy." Yu Jinwen grabbed a handful of toffee and handed it to Nan Song.
Nan Song did not expect that there would be something like White Rabbit toffee in the ward. Knowing that Yu Zeyu had brought it, it was not surprising, so he peeled one off and stuffed it into his mouth.
After replenishing the sugar in time, Nan Song's face became much better and she returned the remaining sugar, "Thank you."
"Take it and eat it on the way."
"No, it's too sweet."
Nan Song stuffed the remaining candies back into Yu Jinwen's hand and left the ward.
Yu Jinwen looked at Nan Song's slender back as he left, lowered his eyes and looked at the few candies in his hand. He thought they were given to him by her and secretly clenched them.
*
Yu Fengjiao and Aunt Wei are still waiting outside.
Nan Song walked out, "Aunt Yu, Aunt Wei, you go in, I'm leaving now."
"Hey, Xiao Song, wait a minute."
Yu Fengjiao stopped her, took her hand, and said to Aunt Wei: "Amian, you go in first, I'll talk to Xiao Song for a while."
"Okay." Aunt Wei smiled at Nan Song, opened the door and entered the ward, carrying the dinner and clothes she brought in.
Nan Song pushed Yu Fengjiao to the bench aside.
Yu Fengjiao's always majestic face didn't exist at all in front of Nan Song. It was all kind, "Sit down."
Nan Song sat down on the bench and asked with concern, "Auntie, how is your leg recovering?"
"I'm recovering well and my consciousness is getting more and more obvious now."
There is a possibility of recovery of the leg, as if the whole life is full of hope, and Yu Fengjiao looks much better recently than before.
Mood greatly affects a person's state. When your mind is relaxed, your body will naturally develop in a healthy direction.
"Dr. Su's medical skills are really high. I just heard that he will take his daughter back to Messuri in a few days. I was wondering if I should also go to Messuri to live for a while?"
Yu Fengjiao completely regarded Nan Song as her daughter and asked her for her opinion.
Nan Song thought for a while and said: "I know what you are worried about. The early treatment is almost complete. What is left is the rehabilitation process. Any doctor in the traditional Chinese medicine clinic can take over. Once Brother Rui leaves, he will definitely
I want to hand you over to his eldest disciple Yun Qing. Although my master nephew looks young, he has superb medical skills. You can rest assured about this."
"Dr. Yun's medical skills are among the best in Beicheng. I am completely assured."