Don't think of rebirth.

Fan Yicheng began a seven-day hospitalization. Of course, depending on his physical condition, he might need to stay in the hospital for another week.

Routine examinations and care will naturally be handled by nurses. The nurses hired by Fan Yicheng at high salaries can naturally handle all the work in an orderly manner.

Under such circumstances, Fan Yicheng tried to prove to Fan Ziran that even if Fan Ziran was not by his side, he could safely get through the time in the hospital.

In this way, Fan can naturally go home. There is no need to stay in the hospital, eat poorly, or sleep poorly. What's the point?

Fan Ziran: Of course, I just want to have the opportunity to choke people every day.

Physical weakness affected Fan Yicheng's momentum. Normally, he could keep a stern face and teach Fan Ziran a lesson, but now he couldn't do that.

He was lying on the hospital bed, and he couldn't speak too long or too loudly. Even though he was on a pain pump and didn't feel any pain, he couldn't deny the various discomforts.

In the nearly eighteen years of Fan Ziran's life, Fan Yicheng, as a father, should have been a symbol of strength, but at this moment he truly exposed his "vulnerability".

In fact, Fan Ziran felt that this could not be considered as weakness. Everyone would get sick one day. It was just a short-term weakness.

Anyway, he quite liked his father's "weak period" because his speech was not fast enough and he had plenty of opportunities to fire bullets.

Da da da--

Dad, you are still in the fasting period and can’t eat or drink. If your lips are dry, I can wipe your mouth with a wet cotton swab. By the way, how about trying lip balm?

Da da da--

Picky eater? Ignorant? Too demanding? No mouth? Sometimes I really have to admire people's memory, which is always particularly strong when it comes to looking back on the past.

Da da da--

I'm tired of talking about the past, why not talk about something warm... Hmm? You asked me why I brought my mom's photo frame with me? Of course it's because I want to hear what you would say in front of your mom!

Gu Qinghuan couldn't help but be shocked when he saw the various contents about "beating my dad" that Fan Ziran posted in the small group.

Gu Qinghuan: [Although I think it's somewhat deserved, but looking at it this way, I do feel a little sympathetic.]

Liu Siyuan: [I will kill you while you are ill. 】

Fan Ziran: [Not so cruel.]

Fan Ziran has been really busy these days. In a place like a hospital, even the most delicious food seems to lose its flavor.

Fan Yicheng was in a fasting period in the past few days and could not eat anything. He could only supplement nutrition through intravenous infusion.

Although there is no obvious feeling of hunger because the body is well-nourished, it is inevitable to feel some emptiness and discomfort.

Fan naturally would not eat in front of Fan Yicheng. On the one hand, he felt the food was not tasty, and on the other hand, seeing his father like this, he had no appetite either.

As a result, after the first three days of fasting, Fan Yicheng didn't change much. On the contrary, Fan Ziran had lost some weight visibly due to not eating or sleeping well.

After Fan Yicheng's intestinal function recovered and the doctor confirmed that he could eat, Fan Ziran accompanied Fan Yicheng to eat clear liquid food again.

After learning about this, Gu Qinghuan vowed to take good care of her body and never be hospitalized, especially for surgery.

Liu Siyuan quickly cooked some liquid food suitable for Fan Yicheng and sent it to Fan Ziran via the cold chain.

Of course, on those two mornings, Gu Qinghuan and the students in Class 3 also enjoyed nutritious and delicious breakfast porridge.

When Fan Yicheng saw Fan Ziran pick up the package and come back with frozen porridge and soup, he thought it was outrageous: "Is it necessary to..."

Before he finished speaking, Fan Yicheng shut his mouth.

After these days of "attack", Fan Yicheng has gradually found the pattern of Fan Ziran's nagging.

As long as he didn't say those "destroying" words, Fan would naturally say less.

He couldn't argue with Fan Ziran now, and he didn't want to listen to his nagging, so he could only start with himself and shut up.

Fan Ziran just pretended not to hear what Fan Yicheng said, and continued to talk to himself: "I didn't buy these, they were made and sent to me by my good friend."

He gave the porridge and soup to the nurse, asked the nurse to heat them up for dinner, then sat down beside the bed and began to count the bills for the day.

Liu Siyuan's business has been getting better and better these days and he has started to have repeat customers.

The video promotion also had a certain effect. After seeing the video online, some people ran offline to check in.

Liu Siyuan took the opportunity to promote his own account. It would be good to increase his fans and make some money online.

However, he knew very well that his main job was to be a snack stand owner, and making good food was the most important thing.

Therefore, the more customers he had, the more carefully he worked and the more he strived for perfection, which resulted in him accumulating a large number of positive reviews.

At present, Liu Siyuan still decides how much goods to order and how much braised food to make every day, but Fan Ziran is responsible for compiling the statistics and tables of the money earned.

Fan Ziran is certainly not a qualified financial accountant. He is only responsible for counting the money earned every day, making a line graph, and looking at the growth trend and total amount.

However, just this alone makes Fan Ziran and Liu Siyuan happy.

Every number corresponds to real money, which is the result of their hard work.

Fan Yicheng had been watching Fan Ziran using the calculator on his phone these past few days, and had also glanced at the table several times, becoming increasingly curious.

Today, he finally couldn't hold it in any longer and asked casually, "What have you been calculating these days?"

Fan Ziran closed his notebook cautiously: "Why are you asking this?"

Fan Yicheng really wanted to reply, "Can't I ask?", but thanks to the "bullets" of the past few days, he gradually realized that Fan Ziran had grown up.

If Fan Yicheng wanted to know Fan Ziran's "secret", he should not suppress him by using his status as an elder or relative, but should express his curiosity honestly and ask him for the right to know.

Fan Yicheng took a deep breath and said stiffly, "I'm just curious about what you are doing?"

Fan Ziran stared at him for a while and felt that this should be the opportunity that Gu Qinghuan mentioned.

"Relying solely on verbal attacks to make your father realize that you have grown up will have limited effects, because most of the time we still need to rely on our parents to live." This is what Gu Qinghuan said.

"But at least this way you can open up an opening for him and change his mindset. Then, it will be your turn to demonstrate your growth through practical actions."

"After all, Fan Ziran, you are starting a business! This is a business that you have completed with your own efforts. When you find a suitable opportunity, show it to him and let him see how great you are."

"If he recognizes your achievements, that's great. If he thinks you're fooling around, that's fine too. At least it can plant a seed in his heart."

"Conflicts with parents' ideas are not so easy to resolve. You have to be prepared for failure."

"I think there's still hope for you. After all, you've been nagging your dad for so many days, and he just listened silently instead of pointing his finger at you and cursing at you."

Fan Ziran also felt that he had hope, as he could feel that his father was trying to change his mindset.

He prepared himself mentally and said to Fan Yicheng, "Since you asked, it's not impossible for me to tell you."

"I used the 4,000 yuan you mentioned earlier, which was not worth mentioning, to form a partnership with others and set up a braised food stall in the snack street."

"I provide the capital, and he is responsible for production and sales. Business has been pretty good recently."

When he said this, there was inevitably a hint of pride in Fan Ziran's tone.

Fan Yicheng saw that the corners of his mouth were almost curled up to the sky, so he opened his mouth, closed it again, and swallowed back the words of insult.

He asked, "Can I see the account book?"

Fan Ziran was nervous, but his expression didn't change: "Okay, let me show you how much money we've made recently."

He handed over the notebook, and when he took his hand back, he quietly wiped his palms on his pants, trying to wipe off the sweat from his hands that had appeared unconsciously.

Will he be recognized this time?