Chapter 843： Proud of you and hope you are mediocre

The news of Yan Zhixu's recuperation in hospital reaches home.

At around 5 o'clock in the afternoon, after get off work, the door of the ward was knocked by two long and one short.

Afterwards, a handsome father and son walked into the ward with gifts for visiting patients in their hands.

Seeing the two of them, Yan Zhixu, who was lying on the hospital bed bored, propped up his body.

"Uncle, little dumpling."

It was early winter and the weather was cold. Nan Zelin was wearing a black jacket, a pair of fleece jeans, and woven gloves on his hands.

The exposed pair of ears were cold and slightly red, and the red ones looked so cute that people couldn't help but want to pinch them.

"cousin."

The little guy gave a soft cry, took off his gloves, put them back in his pocket, and trotted to the hospital bed.

He grabbed Yan Zhixu's hands and rubbed the back of hers with his warm little hands.

"Is the injury serious? Does it hurt? Have you taken the medicine prescribed by the doctor obediently? Don't be unwilling to take it because it is bitter. You must know that good medicine is bitter and beneficial to the disease."

The little guy opened his mouth with a lot of questions, and he kept talking.

Nan Zelin's eyes were crystal clear, and the sincere concern in them made the heart warm and throbbing.

Yan Zhixu let out a chuckle.

She freed her hand from the little guy's hand, raised her index finger and gently scratched the tip of his nose.

The tone was teasing, "So many questions, are you the little housekeeper?"

Nan Zelin was scratched at the tip of his nose, an itch hit, and a grin widened at the corner of his mouth.

"Well, I want to be my cousin's little housekeeper."

In this way, he can supervise his cousin to take medicine, cultivate her body, and strive to be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible.

After all, this hospital belongs to President Fu. The two of them often get along with each other. Wouldn't their relationship become deeper and deeper?

The cousins ​​chatted happily, and the coldness in the ward dissipated, replaced by a warm atmosphere.

Nan Jinchuan put the gift in the cabinet, washed an apple, took out a fruit knife, and sat on a chair in front of the hospital bed to peel the apple.

His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his muscular and explosive forearm.

The action of cutting apples is calm and natural, from signing hundreds of millions of contracts to cutting apples, it does not detract from his noble atmosphere.

Peel the apples, clean them, cut them into even pieces, insert toothpicks, and hand them to Yan Zhixu.

His movements were gentle and solemn.

"Ash."

"Uncle."

Raising his eyes to meet his cold and serious eyes, his heart slammed, and a bad feeling surged up.

She eats apples more slowly, and feels the pressure in the room plummeting.

"Saving one life is better than building a seven-level Buddha. A hero deserves praise and praise, but I am your family. While I am proud of you, I also hate your bravery and selfless dedication."

"There is no family member in this world who would want their blood relatives to die, and so do I. Maybe I am so selfish by nature."

"I just hope that my relatives, my niece by blood can be safe and sound, even if she is not a hero praised by everyone, but a mediocre, mediocre ordinary person."

...

The man's low, hoarse, magnetic voice rang in his ears.

Nan Jinchuan's expression was focused, and he spoke words from the bottom of his heart, with complicated emotions in his eyes, both pride and subtle sadness.

"..."

Yan Zhixu listened to him quietly, and his heart was stuffy and inexplicably felt a little uncomfortable.

After eating an apple, she threw the toothpick into the trash can and looked him in the eye, "Uncle, I know you're worried about me, but don't worry, I'll never do anything unsure."

She was sure that she had the ability to save Minxi, so she jumped down recklessly.