Po Meng doesn't cook soup

The baby had been lying on the bed for a few days, and today he was finally able to stand up and walk around. In fact, apart from his throat injury, there was nothing wrong with the rest of his body. However, Du Ziren and Wang Zheng were forced to lie down on the bed. After several days, he was lying so that his hair was about to grow. Fortunately, the ban was finally lifted today.

Standing by the window, breathing in the fresh air, the baby felt refreshed immediately, but his throat was still a little hoarse, so, for the sake of his throat, he could try not to speak as much as possible. Du Ziren and Wang The same is true for Zheng, for the sake of his throat, he has prepared banknotes for him, and writes on them if he needs anything.

He has always been very worried about Xiaoqing's affairs, but they can't let him touch these things because they are still recuperating, so he has no idea what's going on now.

At dinner time, Du Ziren came over with his dinner. Just by smelling it, the baby knew that it was porridge, and frowned his cute little eyebrow. He had been eating porridge for three meals a day for several days in a row. Du Ziren was afraid He was tired of eating, and changed his taste every day to buy him various flavors of porridge, the preserved egg and lean meat porridge he drank this morning, and the scallop porridge he drank at noon.

"Don't frown, when your throat is healed, I'll treat you to whatever you like." Looking at the baby's appearance, Du Ziren knew that he was unhappy and had been drinking porridge for several days in a row.

"What kind of porridge is it today?" Bao Bao pouted and wrote on the paper.

"Vegetable beef porridge."

"Okay." The baby's dissatisfaction finally made him speak out. Fortunately, Du Ziren saw that nothing happened to him, so he didn't blame him.

The baby took out the porridge and ate it by himself. They fed him a few days ago. He was very awkward. He obviously hurt his neck, but they treated him like a disabled person, especially if Du Ziren wanted to feed him. When he saw Du Ziren's expressionless face, although he was handsome, it was still hard for him to swallow.

"When can I leave the hospital?" The baby drank a few sips of porridge, and saw that his throat became much more comfortable, so he didn't bother to write. Anyway, he felt that there was nothing wrong with opening a small amount of mouth.

"Tomorrow Zhao Wenhe will come back for a detailed examination. If there is no problem, he can be discharged from the hospital."

Bao Bao nodded. He felt that he was quite remarkable, but he had a problem with his neck, so he was dispatched to Zhao Wenhe, an internationally renowned doctor, who came to this small hospital every day and was forced to see him for free.

"Do you want to rest?" Seeing that the baby had finished eating, Du Ziren cleaned up the rubbish by himself and threw it into the trash can.

The baby nodded. Anyway, if he said he wouldn't sleep, Du Ziren had to ask him to lie on the bed.

Finally, after he finally got a little sleepy, he heard a sound that seemed to be a fight. The baby opened his eyes a little unhappily, but the situation in front of him surprised him.

The weak one, lying on the ground, must be Xiaoqing. Although the long hair covered the whole body and appearance, the baby recognized it at a glance, it was Xiaoqing.

Seeing Du Ziren took out his sword and stabbed at him, the baby was impatient and wanted to speak, but just in time for him to speak, he jumped up from the bed and threw himself on Xiaoqing's body.

Du Ziren stopped his movements abruptly, and looked at Li lying down angrily, "You idiot, do you know how dangerous this is?" Du Ziren said angrily.

The baby swallowed, it was the first time he saw Du Ziren so angry, he was a little afraid to meet his eyes.

"I...I..." The baby's throat was sore and anxious, and he couldn't speak at all, so he could only look at Du Ziren anxiously.

"Get out of the way." Du Ziren said with a cold face.

The baby stepped forward to hug Du Ziren, raised his head, and shook his head with aggrieved and pleading expressions.

"Step aside."

The baby still shook his head, "No, she, not bad, don't."

"Go away, she has killed someone and hurt you now, and you still want to intercede for her?"

"No, it's not her. She saved me. Don't hurt her."

Du Ziren just looked at the baby coldly.

The baby was so wronged that tears were about to fall, "Du Ziren..."

In the end, Du Ziren took a step back, rubbed the baby's head, and carried him back to the bed.

"I really can't help you..."

After the baby heard this sentence, he smiled brightly.