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After hanging up the IV bag, Liao Muyang sat next to Lin Sheng, turned on his phone and checked the time, it was already past twelve o'clock.

Brother Liao wrapped his arm around the child's head, led the person to lean on his shoulder, and said while rubbing the little head.

"Is Sheng Zi hungry? Do you want to eat something first, or the IV drip with an empty stomach will make you uncomfortable."

Because Lin Sheng was going to participate in the competition this morning, he ate very little for breakfast. Later, he only drank a cup of glucose and ate a small bun. After all the tossing, his stomach really started to feel a little sour.

He raised his gaze slightly, and nodded to Liao Muyang.

Those grape eyes that were usually dark and soft, now one is covered by gauze, and the other one is also slightly swollen from crying. The more Liao Muyang looked at it, the more sore he felt in his heart.

He calmed down the uncomfortable emotion, and continued to ask the child closely: "Does Sheng Zi want to eat porridge or noodles? Other things can't be eaten for the time being, it will easily affect the wound."

Indeed, if there is a serious wound, it is better to eat some porridge and plain noodles, other things are either too greasy or too irritating.

Lin Sheng wasn't picky about food, he just thought it would be more convenient to eat porridge with a spoon, so he took out his phone and typed the word porridge.

Liao Muyang glanced at the phone screen and understood, but just as he wanted to get up and go to the restaurant next to the hospital to buy for Lin Sheng, the corner of the clothes was tightly pulled.

Lin Sheng's soft, pitiful eyes looked straight at him. Brother Liao instantly understood what the kid was thinking, and gave up the idea of ​​buying it himself.

He led the child to stand up, sat on the infusion position by himself, and waited until the seat was stable before raising his hand to hug the child on his lap.

The infusion hand was stuck to the pad and stuffed under the warm clothes. Lin Sheng was wrapped in Liao Muyang's arms, just like many parents holding a seven or eight year old child for IV drip.

Although Lin Sheng was very clingy to Liao Muyang, he never expected that he would really hug her like he was coaxing a crying child.

Putting this kind of posture in this kind of place where people come and go makes Lin Sheng's ears instantly pink. Fortunately, Brother Liao chose a corner with no one around. Everyone in the hospital was in a hurry and didn't have much time to pay attention to the things around him. The two were not disturbed.

The child stickily buried the uninjured half of his face in Brother Liao's arms, and the familiar and pleasant smell of his brother's body immediately penetrated into the tip of his nose, which made people feel at ease.

Liao Muyang put one arm around the child's waist to stabilize, and the other hand held the phone, searched the porridge shop on the takeaway app, placed an order for a sweet porridge and a salty porridge, and noted the seat number of the infusion hall, Just put the phone back in his pocket.

My brother's arms were very warm, and Lin Sheng was tightly circled, full of security, his eyes were throbbing regularly and mixed with the sleepiness after tossing, which gradually came to his head.

Liao Muyang looked down at the tired and closed eyes of the child in his arms, and only whispered softly into the warm little ear.

"Sheng Bao, go to sleep, and brother will call you when the porridge arrives later."

Liao Muyang's words penetrated into Lin Sheng's ears, like an imperial decree that must be sealed to take effect. It didn't take long for the words to fall, and the slightly opened grape eyes were completely closed.

Liao Muyang lowered his eyes, looked at the hand that was still gently pinching the corner of his clothes, and only sighed inexplicably, then lowered his head and kissed the top of the black and soft hair, which patted the child on the back. The caressing hand became softer and softer.

The restaurants near the hospital were already familiar with picking up orders from the hospital. It took only twenty minutes, and two bowls of hot porridge were delivered to Liao Muyang without finding a wrong seat or making a phone call.

The porridge that had just been opened was very hot. Brother Liao carefully opened the lid and put it on the empty chair beside it to cool slightly for a while before waking up the child in his arms.

A bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and a bowl of pumpkin and millet porridge with added sugar obviously suited the tastes of the two of them. Brother Liao took the millet porridge and blew it cold spoon by spoon before sending it to Lin Sheng's mouth.

Lin Sheng received the IV with his left hand, and when he said he wanted to eat porridge, he thought it would be convenient, but he didn't expect that it would be inconvenient, and in the end it went through Brother Liao's hand.

Lin Sheng knew that his elder brother was stubborn in some matters, so he just nestled in his warm embrace without saying a word, blinking his uninjured eye, and obediently ate the porridge one mouthful at a time.

Lin Sheng has a small stomach, and the portion of this porridge is huge. After half a bowl, he was a little too full.

Brother Liao saw that the child was really full, so he didn't feed anymore. He just squeezed the half bowl of warmed millet porridge and poured it into his mouth without using a spoon.

It's only six or seven mouthfuls, and the half bowl of porridge is gone.

Brother Liao subconsciously cleared his throat, and only clicked his tongue in his heart, thinking that he still hadn't changed and couldn't get used to sweet things.

Next, the preserved egg and lean pork porridge, which had been cooled, naturally received the same treatment.

Brother Liao finished his porridge, cleaned up the lunch box, and put the child in his arms down on the ground.

This bag of drips is almost finished, and it's time to go to the infusion station for another bag.

He got up and stuffed the garbage into the trash can, and then returned to Lin Sheng's side, holding the drip bag high in one hand, and leading the child with the other, and walked towards the infusion table.

Lin Shuping, who had just finished an operation and came out of the operating room, saw Lin Sheng's head teacher who missed a dozen calls, and subconsciously twisted his face in the corner where no one was facing him.

He cursed secretly in his heart, thinking that Lin Sheng must have caused him trouble at school.

The ring tone for calling back rang next to his ears, and Lin Shuping couldn't stop thinking about how to teach Lin Sheng when he went home and saw him.

That face became more ferocious with the thoughts in his mind, but subconsciously changed into a gentle and polite look the moment the phone was connected.

Lin Sheng's head teacher hurriedly searched around the emergency room of the hospital like a headless chicken, and finally asked the nurse at the front desk when he had no choice.

Originally, I thought that there were so many people in the hospital every day that the nurses would not be able to remember the people, but I didn't expect that the nurse would really remember the intimate posture of Lin Sheng and Liao Muyang.

The head teacher who had been guided was no longer like a headless chicken. He finally got an accurate destination and walked towards the infusion hall less anxiously.

It just so happened that when he first arrived at the infusion hall, he saw Lin Sheng who was changing the saline bag at the infusion station, and Liao Muyang beside him.

The head teacher finally breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to walk towards the two people who were still some distance away, but just two steps away, Lin Shuping's call back rang in the head teacher's ear with the ringtone.

The homeroom teacher took out his mobile phone and looked at the name on it. He couldn't tell whether it was a complaint or something else. After all, he was a little dissatisfied that the call he made was not answered in the first place.

He took a deep breath before answering the phone, and the irritability in his heart was suppressed for a moment, his friendly tone was raised again, and he spoke.

"Hi, is this Lin Sheng's father?"