Does he really look that sick?

Li Zhanting frowned as he touched the little guy's forehead.

Strange, why does my son seem no different from a normal person?

Could it be that the illness is so severe that even the body's immune system is unable to respond?

Li Zhanting narrowed his eyes and quickly grabbed Gu Jingxing's little hand and left: "Xiao'er, be good, Daddy will take you to the hospital right away."

Gu Jingxing: "..."

Is this daddy a little idiot?

In order to successfully deceive the authorities, he pretended to take the medicine and said, "Father, how about we play a game?"

This was the first time Li Zhanting had been asked to interact by his son, so he was naturally happy to oblige. "What game?"

"I'll hide the medicine in my palm. If you guess right, I'll take it. If you don't guess right, I won't take the medicine today, okay?"

Li Zhanting initially wanted to refuse, but seeing his son's suddenly improved attitude, he felt a little reluctant and reluctantly nodded, "Okay."

Anyway, he didn't believe his little darling could come up with any tricks.

Doesn't he understand his own son?

Gu Jingxing immediately hid the pill behind his back, pretended to hesitate for a long time, then clenched his fist and handed it out, "Here, Father, guess, and I'll eat it if you guess right."

Li Zhanting squinted and observed his two hands. If he wasn't mistaken, he didn't have either hand.

It's a game of words, and the rules aren't stated, which is a very likely possibility.

So he crossed his arms, pointed confidently to his right hand, then to his left, and said, "Open your arms, you don't have either hand."

Gu Jingxing gave a wicked smile, released his hands, and a small black pill rolled out from his right hand, rolling all the way to Li Zhanting's feet.

A look of existential doubt appeared on Li Zhanting's handsome face.

Who taught his son such clever little tricks?

"Father, you guessed wrong. The medicine is dirty now, so I don't need to take it!" Gu Jingxing raised the corners of his mouth and clapped his hands.

Actually, he had a plan. He had studied magic, and just now, he had put the pill in the cuff of his right sleeve.

If Li Zhanting guesses left, he will leave it as is; if he guesses right, he will slide the pill down from his sleeve.

In short, no matter what he guesses, he always finds a way to avoid taking his medication.

Li Zhanting felt a throbbing sensation on his forehead. He had been confident that his darling wouldn't play any tricks, which was why he had agreed so readily.

In the end, he was tricked by his own son.

Countless questions flashed through Li Zhanting's mind, but finally, his gaze fell on his son's face:

"You're not my son, so who are you?"