Lucky Cub Cub and his brother are in the control group

Sang Yanzhou took a quick shower and went out to buy two portions of porridge for them, then answered the phone and left in a hurry.

Sang Haozhou picked up the small bowl that Sang Yanzhou bought along the way to wash it, scooped out half a bowl of porridge from the porridge, stirred it in the bowl, let it cool down a bit, and then slowly fed it to her spoon by spoon .

Xiao Fubao drank the porridge he handed over, obviously much more energetic.

The nurses had just changed the clothes on her into clean ones, and her hair had to be wrapped in a dry towel first.

Seeing her in such a good state of mind, Sang Wanzhou couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, what happened today did not cast a shadow on her.

His little sun hasn't disappeared yet.

The only sound left in the ward was the sound of her drinking porridge.

"Brother." Xiao Fubao suddenly called out to him.

"Ok?"

Sang Manzhou looked at her with tender eyes, as gentle as water, if others saw this, their jaws would drop in shock.

"When will we go back and continue recording the show?"

Sang Wanzhou heard it, and she was worried about the show.

Shaking his head, he said, "This issue will not be recorded."

As soon as Xiao Fubao heard that he was going to record, he immediately became anxious, "How can we not record it! Our task has not been completed yet, so we must stop recording! Fubao is much better now! You can go back and continue recording the show!"

What if his parents suddenly watched the live broadcast during the few episodes when she was away?
She couldn't just miss out on mom and dad.

She still has to fulfill Master's last wish.

And if their breakfast couldn't be served, where would the old man go to find something to eat?

At that time, she didn't see that the person who rescued her was the old man.

Sure enough, good and evil will eventually be rewarded.

As she said that, she was about to get up and get out of bed, but was pushed back by Sang Manzhou.

"Do you really want to go back and record shows?"

Xiao Fubao nodded heavily: "Think!"

Sang Manzhou stared straight into his eyes for a long time before heaving a long sigh: "Okay. Then you should take good care of your illness. You can go back to record after your illness is completely cured."

Originally, Xiao Fubao wanted to give him a hard time, and let him agree that he would go back to record tomorrow.

But no matter what she said, Sang Haozhou firmly disagreed and asked her to go back to record before she recovered from her illness.

She had no choice but to give up.
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When Sang Yanzhou returned to Yicheng, it was already past 9 o'clock in the evening.

As soon as he got off the plane, the phone in his pocket rang.

He glanced at the caller ID and picked it up.

"Hey, Mom."

"Are you here? I've sent you the location, you come here now."

"Well, it's here, I'm coming."

Sang Yanzhou dragged his tired body up to the car that came to pick him up, holding the container of Xiao Fubao's blood in his hand, while leaning against the car window and closing his eyes to rest.

After driving for about twenty minutes, the car stopped in front of a large private hospital.

The mother of the two, Lin Feiwan, is a famous talented surgeon at home and abroad. She was awarded this title at the age of 25, and now she is the chief professor of a famous foreign medical school.

Rumor has it that she has never failed any surgery, no matter how tricky it is.

Many people came here to beg her for an operation at a high price, but they couldn't be ranked at all.

What's more, the Lin family was originally standing at the top of Yicheng, second only to the Sang family, and they didn't care about that little money at all.

What she fancyes are basically the intractable diseases that ordinary doctors can't help.

Only look at the difficulty, not the price.

She pays more attention to the value created by herself.