Don¡¯t think that only women have a sixth sense. Men have it too. Sometimes, it¡¯s quite accurate.
Go downstairs.
I planned to go back to my apartment building, but unexpectedly, I got a call from my old house.
"Second Young Master, the old man's situation is not very good."
"I will be right back."
"Hey, okay."
After hanging up the phone, someone turned around
Twenty minutes later, the car stopped steadily.
"Second Young Master, we're here."
The man in the back seat opened his eyes instantly, responded lightly, opened the door and stepped out.
The old man had some symptoms of fever after dinner. The accompanying nurse immediately contacted the attending doctor. The doctor had arrived long ago. At this time, the old man had fallen asleep with water hanging on his face.
Even a certain child was standing by his great-grandfather¡¯s bedside with a worried look on his face. He was worried.
With sharp eyes, he saw the figure coming in from the door, and he stood up:
"dad!"
The man walked in and ignored the little guy calling him.
"What's going on?" he asked coldly.
The attending doctor was hunched over and listening to the stethoscope. Seeing that there was no big problem, he stood up straight and answered someone's question.
"Master Fu, the old man caught a cold, which led to a cold and fever. The fever symptoms have been suppressed now. After the water is poured, he will be fine when he gets up tomorrow morning."
This situation is inevitable and no one can control it.
It sounds like nothing happened, and I feel a lot more relaxed.
After that, I chatted with the attending doctor about the old man¡¯s condition for a while. According to the attending doctor, the old man is recovering very well. Anyway, remember that he will not be able to get out of bed within three months.
The attending doctor has left, and the old man is fast asleep again. It¡¯s hard to wake him up, right?
"Fu Zhizhou, come out."
"Oh, it's coming."
¡°I have no idea what my dad is calling me for. If I knew, maybe it wouldn¡¯t be so refreshing.
In the study room, the child jumped in. His father had already been sitting on the chair waiting with a serious expression.
Um?
The child was suspicious for a moment, then straightened himself:
"Dad, is something wrong?" he asked.
The man hummed softly, then glanced at the desk.
The child walked forward and reached for the mobile phone on the table very uncertainly:
"Dad, is this it?"
"That's right, give your mom a call!"
What?
The child was a little stunned for a moment and didn¡¯t react, but his father hurriedly urged him:
The call went through quickly and was answered quickly.
"Hello?"
"Mom, it's porridge."
"Porridge? Why are you calling mom now?"
The child secretly glanced at his father sitting opposite him, pursed his lips, and continued:
"I miss my mother."
On the phone, the woman¡¯s voice was very soft, but she couldn¡¯t tell that she was angry.
"Well, mom misses us too, and she misses us so much. But, mom is still working outside now. Is it okay to come back to pick you up after get off work tomorrow?"
Of course the children have no objection:
"Okay, then, mom should pay attention to safety at work."
"Okay, mom knows, I'm done."
"Goodbye, mom, good night." (Remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com