His Majesty raises cubs in the entertainment circle

Yang Guang didn't pay attention either, wondering if it was really delicious.

Thinking of this, Yang Guang immediately blamed himself and said, "Okay, I will pay attention."

The doctor said: "This is the infusion order. You are hospitalized. After a while, the nurse will give the patient an infusion. There is no need to run around. Push the patient back and rest more."

Yang Guang took the wheelchair and pushed the little bun Yang Jian to the inpatient building. When he reached the door of the ward, he gently picked up the little bun and put him back on the hospital bed.

Soon, the nurse sister came with an infusion set, ready to infuse Xiao Baozi Yang Jian.

Xiao Baozi looked exhausted. After all, throwing up hurts the body, especially if you have gastritis, your stomach will also hurt.

Yang Jian didn't wake up, and the sister nurse didn't wake him up. She disinfected his hands, gave him an injection, and put him on an IV.

"Well--"

Little Baozi Yang Jian suffered from the pain, and he woke up instantly from his sleep, frowning, and glanced at the back of his hand in a daze.

Now that the visiting time has passed, Yang Jian did not expect to see Yang Guang again, and thought he was dreaming, so he murmured, "Uh-er? No, no, no, Dad can't eat anymore, so I can't eat any more." ...Spicy to death as a father..."

son hit?

dad?

For father?

Rong Mu was taken aback, then grabbed the nurse's sister's hand and said excitedly: "Nurse! My nephew is talking nonsense!"

"Isn't it acute gastritis? Can acute gastritis talk nonsense?!"

"Besides acute gastritis, could it be food poisoning! Let's check again!"

Yang Guang: "..."