Billionaire's Favorite: The President's Handy Little Sweet Wife

He didn't care, and reminded him: "I should change my medicine."

Qin Shu turned his head and saw him pointing to the infusion bag on it. It was indeed bottoming out.

After thinking about it, she walked over with a blank expression and helped him change his medicine.

When Qin Shu was changing the dressing, Chu Linchen was not idle, and asked with interest, "What soup are you going to make today?"

Hearing this, Qin Shu frowned, looked at the man who thought he was more beautiful than him, snorted coldly, and said, "How can the new prescription be prepared so quickly? You don't have soup today, so you can only Infuse nutrient solution!"

Chu Linchen's face suddenly collapsed.

Continuously infused with nutrient solution every day, the bird almost faded out of his mouth.

He clicked his tongue and unconsciously made a flat mouth movement.

This appearance fell in Qin Shu's eyes, but somehow felt that the man was acting wronged.

She thought strangely, and her tone softened unconsciously, "Tonight, I will make a new recipe for you, and try to make it so that you can eat it."

"Okay!" Chu Linchen responded quickly, and his face regained his expression.

He squeezed what was in his palm and was about to take it out, but Qin Shu had already turned around and walked towards Weiwei.

Chu Linchen hesitated for a while, and had no choice but to put the things back again.

It seems that this occasion is not suitable for giving things now, let's wait until the right time.

Chu Linchen couldn't eat, but Qin Shu's mother and son wanted to eat.

The mother and son sat at the small table, eating three dishes and one soup, which was delicious.

Chu Linchen lay on the hospital bed and watched this warm scene, his throat couldn't help slipping down.

Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore, turned over and pretended to sleep.

After dinner, Qin Shu accompanied Weiwei to read the storybook again. The mother and son were talking and laughing, but they never came to Chu Linchen's side the whole time, as if a barrier had been set up around his hospital bed to isolate him.

Chu Linchen's face turned dark.

Night falls.

Qin Shu bathed Weiwei, changed his clothes, and asked him to lie on the bed first.

She took the pen and paper and wrote and drew on the table.

There is a special way to write prescriptions, which is difficult for ordinary people to understand.

Because Xiao Weiwei followed Qin Shu since he was a child, he has been influenced by Qin Shu's ears and eyes, so he knows it a little bit.

Sitting on the edge of the bed with his calves crossed, his chin resting on his hands, he stared curiously at Qin Shu writing the list aside.

"Mum, you don't hate that uncle, why did you give him medicine?"

Weiwei does not agree that Chu Linchen is his father, and even worries that he will hurt Qin Shu, so he is very alienated from him, and only calls him "uncle".

Qin Shu had just finished writing a formula, felt it was inappropriate, and crossed out two more herbs.

She took out a piece of paper and prepared to make another prescription.

Hearing Wei Wei's question, he stopped writing, turned his head to look at him, ignored Chu Linchen who was at the side, and said, "Because he is cured as soon as possible, we can leave here sooner."

Weiwei's eyes lit up, "Oh, come on, Mommy! You can definitely do it."

"Hey, go to bed first, children can't stay up late."

Qin Shu kissed the child's forehead and motioned him to lie down.

She got up to help him cover the quilt, and turned off the bedside light.

After finishing this, I was about to go back and continue writing the prescription, when I accidentally saw the hospital bed opposite.

Chu Linchen was lying on his side, staring straight at her with those dark and deep eyes, and there seemed to be dissatisfaction in his eyes.

Obviously, he heard her words just now.