After being divorced, I pried the corner of my ex-husband

Xia Bing was woken up by the phone's ringtone and vibration.

As soon as he opened his eyes, it was already bright outside, which made it hard for people to open their eyes.

Sleepy-eyed, he reached for his cell phone, half-closed his eyes and pressed the answer button. "Hello, hello." The voice sounded hoarse, and the throat was a little sore, maybe it was a cold.

Xia Hongyi's voice came from the other end of his hand, worried and anxious. "Bingbing, why did it take so long to answer the phone, are you okay?"

"Oh, Dad. I just woke up, what's wrong?" Xia Bing cleared her throat, her vocal cords were still resonating hoarsely, and her nasal voice was heavy, with a strong sense of sickness.

"Sleeping until this time? Are you in good health? Can you get up?" Xia Hongyi was anxious. "Wait a minute, Dad asked Dr. Shangzhuang to show you."

"Uh-huh?"

His head was in a daze, but his first thought was, don't let Xia Hongyi come.What if the old man bumps into Li Guanying, Zhao Yizhen, Wu Tian... There are so many people living in the house, I don't know what he will think.Maybe I'll teach him a lesson again.But he only had time to say "Yes", and Xia Hongyi hung up the phone first.It seems that he is going to come here directly.

It's really... flattering, frightening.

Xia Bing got up from the bed, knelt down on the bed and pressed the phone to the main screen.It's [-]:[-] in the morning now, and it's almost noon after this sleep.

He rubbed his aching head, pushed open the bedroom door, and rushed to the living room, whispering Li Guanying and Zhao Yizhen's name.

No one should.

Thinking about it, it's already at this point, they should have gone to work.

It's fine if they're not there.Xia Bing breathed a sigh of relief, and took her slippers to the bathroom to wash up.

I patted my face in the mirror, really haggard.

His hand was still wrapped with the bandage that Dr. Lu had wrapped around him yesterday. When he moved his finger, it hurt a little, but it was not obvious, but it would be more troublesome if the bandage was wet.He looked down on the sink to find the medical rubber gloves he used to wash up last night. When he lowered his head, he found that the one was thrown into the trash can last night.

He frowned and complained secretly, and took another one from the shelf. Although the left and right sides didn't fit very well, it was barely usable.

Just after washing his face, he went to the refrigerator to get a glass of soda, when the doorbell rang.

Not only Xia Hongyi and Dr. Zhuang came, but also Lao Tan.

In addition to the large and small bags in Lao Tan's hands, Xia Hongyi also carried a thermos in his arms.

"Dad, Uncle Tan, Doctor Zhuang, come in first. This is it?" Xia Bing's gaze stayed on the thermos.

Xia Hongyi smiled sweetly: "It's the beautiful soup made by my aunt at home. I tried it and it was good. It's rare that it tastes so similar to your mother's! I want to bring it here for you to drink."

"Oh...when did the kitchen aunt change again?"

"Not anymore. It's still the same as before, but the craftsmanship is not stable, so it's rare to be so satisfied." Xia Hongyi smiled and avoided the important ones.

Xia Bing was noncommittal, let them sit in the living room, turned to get a few cans of Coke from the refrigerator, and shared a can with each of them.

Xia Hongyi touched the cold jar and sighed. "Hey, you young people, you really can't rest assured. Drink cold drinks when you have a cold, be careful of rheumatism..."

Xia Bing squeezed out a pitiful wry smile: "I got up late, and I didn't bother to boil the water. Besides, it's hot now, drink some soda to relieve the heat... You don't like me bringing mineral water to you. You. There will be no more tea, and I don’t usually drink it.”

The living habits of the old and new generations are so different that they almost collide head-on, even with some irony in the dark.In fact, the difference may not be so big, but Xia Bing was holding back his anger and couldn't get it going, so he secretly wrestled with each other to vent it.

Xia Hongyi didn't say anything more, and ordered Lao Tan to put the packed meals on the table, and then turned to Dr. Zhuang: "Doctor Zhuang, please show Xiaobing. Running around and working hard, you need to take good care of yourself."

Dr. Zhuang nodded, went to wash his hands and changed his clothes, put on gloves and a stethoscope, and held a special flashlight, and told Xia Bing to open his mouth.

He is about 40 years old, and he is a family doctor specially hired by the Xia family, but he also runs a small clinic himself, and usually does not stay at home, and only provides services when needed.

When Xia Bing was a child, he would come to the house almost every week. After coming, he would prescribe a bunch of therapeutic prescriptions for him, and told his family members to cook them for him every day.The soup tasted good, but Wen Huiru would ask Xia Bing to drink it up every time, and it wasn't a good experience if he couldn't make it, so Xia Bing would still feel physically repulsed when he saw Dr. Zhuang.

"I'm fine, I'm really fine. It's just that I caught cold from the air conditioner last night..." Xia Bing muttered softly.

Dr. Zhuang smiled kindly, put a stethoscope on his chest and back, measured each of them, and recorded the data. "I don't think it's a big problem. Conditioning and maintenance are still needed. But Xia Shao should not be too greedy for cold in daily life, and his resistance will easily drop." Dr. Zhuang learned Chinese medicine when he was a student, and he is also good at pulse diagnosis and treatment. One of the reasons why bosses in rich circles like to hire him as a family doctor.

Xia Bing had no choice but to stretch out his wrist for him to diagnose. Then, under Xia Hongyi's watchful eyes, he watched him write a long soup recipe for himself.

Taking advantage of Dr. Zhuang's writing time, Xia Hongyi took his hand and stroked it lightly: "Bingbing. I heard that you went to a nursing home yesterday. This hand is..."

"My mother bit it." Xia Bing looked downcastly and lowered his eyes.

"It's really hard for you." Xia Hongyi slowly patted his shoulder and sighed helplessly. "The last time I went to see her, she was fine. Did you guys talk about anything yesterday?"

"Dad, are you blaming me?" Xia Bing's eyes were red. "I don't know what's going on. I haven't had time to say anything yet..."

"Oh, no. I didn't mean that." Xia Hongyi hugged Xia Bing and rubbed his hair. "I feel sorry for you. Alas... Dad is also very difficult. Bingbing, do you understand?"

Xia Bing's heart sank, and she slowly turned her head to look at Xia Hongyi: "Dad, does Mom's appearance make you feel awkward too? Do you want...a divorce?"

Xia Hongyi was taken aback for a moment, and denied whether laughing or crying: "You silly child, what nonsense are you talking about? I just want her to get better soon, and our family of three can live a good life!"

"We are a family of three..." Xia Bing murmured, this "family of three" seemed really ironic, and it hurt his heart. "I really don't know! Do you want 'our family of three' or 'your family of three'..."