"What? Are you afraid that I will poison you?" Ji Zhinan raised his eyebrows and readily scooped a spoonful of porridge into his mouth.

It was indeed clear porridge, with nothing added in it. Ji Zhinan didn't like the light taste at all.

She swallowed the porridge in her mouth in front of Ji Zhixia, and scooped another spoonful and handed it to her.

"Sister saw it, I'm fine, there's nothing deadly in the porridge."

Ji Zhinan smiled slightly and was very friendly.

Ji Zhixia gnashed her teeth and said word by word: "Ji Zhinan, you bitch!"

"I told you this is your sister's name, why can't you remember it again and again?"

“…”

Ji Zhixia was about to be driven crazy: "Ji Zhinan, what on earth do you want to do? Can you please let me go!"

"I should be the one saying this to my sister." Ji Zhinan put away his smile, his face full of gloom. The air pressure in the ward plummeted by dozens of degrees. "Why can't you just let me go, sister? If you had any conscience or mercy, there wouldn't be Ji Zhinan now."

Ji Zhixia looked at her as if she were a madman.

She was saying something incomprehensible, and he didn't understand a word.

"Grandpa, Dr. Xu, the Chinese doctor, said there's nothing serious wrong with you. You're much healthier than most people your age!"

"Hahaha, thank you, Dr. Xu. My back pain is so severe that sometimes I just can't stand it..."

"Then I'll prescribe some plasters for you later."

“…”

The conversation between the doctor and Mr. Ji was heard at the door. The old man had returned after seeing the old Chinese doctor.

The conversation outside reached the ears of Ji Zhinan and Ji Zhixia. Ji Zhixia, who was sitting on the hospital bed, turned his eyes and revealed a calculating and vicious look.

She looked at the spoon in front of her and the bowl in Ji Zhinan's hand, and reached out to knock them away without hesitation.

The boiling and steaming porridge was spilled over, all over the quilt and Ji Zhixia's hands.

Feeling the pain of being burned on his arm, Ji Zhixia took a breath and his eyes turned red without any pretense.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Ji Zhinan stood up, took two steps back suddenly, and fell to the ground as if his center of gravity was lost.

Ji Zhixia was confused for a moment and didn't understand what Ji Zhinan wanted to do.

At the same time, the door of the ward was pushed open, and Ji Zhinan who fell to the ground and Ji Zhixia who was lying on the bed in a daze were seen by the old man and the doctor.

When Mr. Ji saw Ji Zhinan fall to the ground, he immediately shouted nervously: "Nannan!"

The doctor rushed over to help.

Ji Zhinan was helped up. She rubbed her waist and remained silent.

"Nannan, are you okay?" the old man asked with concern.

Ji Zhinan shook his head, his voice as small as an ant: "Grandpa, I'm fine."

Looking at the spilled porridge and then at the fallen granddaughter, it would be hard to understand that Grandpa Ji really has Alzheimer's disease.

The rage he couldn't contain surged into his chest.

"Ji Zhixia, look at what you have done!"

Ji Zhixia was yelled at by the old man.

"You're already in your twenties, why are you still so ignorant! You used to bully your sister at home, and now you're so bold that you even dare to knock over the hot porridge and push Nan Nan down!"

When Ji Zhixia heard that the old man had misunderstood her, she immediately retorted anxiously: "No, I didn't!"

"No?" Old Master Ji sneered: "You mean Nan Nan fell down by himself?"

"That's right, she fell by herself, what does it have to do with me!"

Ji Zhinan rubbed his elbow again and whispered, "Grandpa, I really fell by myself, don't be angry."