"Dr. Zhong, has there been any... change in Ji Zhou's injury?"
Fang Yan asked tactfully.
Zhong Huaizheng came to his senses and looked at her. "It's okay, we'll check again tomorrow."
Yes, it's possible that the lights in the room aren't bright enough, making it hard to see clearly. Try again tomorrow when it's light, and you'll be able to see it more clearly.
Zhong Huaizheng always felt that it must be a problem with the lighting.
Otherwise, why would he have thought that Zhang Jizhou's complexion was slightly better than when he was in the hospital?
This is not normal.
Although there was a helicopter escort, traveling from north to south would be exhausting even for a normal person.
Moreover, Zhang Jizhou is injured.
Logically, Zhong Huaizheng was mentally prepared, and Zhang Jizhou's condition would be worse than it was in the hospital in the first two or three days.
Surprisingly, after only a few hours of rest, he looked better than when he was in the hospital.
Zhong Huaizheng was deeply troubled, but unfortunately, this place was not like a hospital, where there were various instruments to examine him and let the data speak for itself, making it more intuitive.
Now, we can only wait until tomorrow.
"Keep a close eye on Ji Zhou tonight. If he does anything unusual, just shout and I'll hear you."
This is why Zhong Huaizheng insisted on living in Fang Yan's courtyard—it was convenient.
After explaining things to Fang Yan, he returned to his small storage room, still feeling resentful.
After he left, Fang Yan quickly slipped back to her room and stared at Zhang Jizhou for a long time. "I think his complexion is much better than when he first arrived. Is it just my imagination?"
She muttered to herself, yet dared not let anyone confirm.
Never mind, Zhong Huai said to wait until tomorrow, so let's wait until tomorrow.
The next morning, Zhong Huaizheng got up very early.
Fang Yan and the others also got up early. "Good morning, Dr. Zhong."
"Good morning, Grandpa Zhong." Little Fish, with swollen eyes, greeted Zhong Huaizheng politely.
Last night, just as it was getting close to bedtime, the little one learned that he couldn't sleep with his mother tonight and would have to sleep in the next room with his grandmother.
This bolt from the blue immediately stunned the little fish.
Then, without saying a word, the little guy ran over, shoved himself into Fang Yan's arms, hugged her neck, and said in a childish voice, "Mommy, I want to sleep with you."
"Mommy wants to sleep with you too, but Daddy is injured and Mommy has to take care of him. You sleep with Grandma."
Little Fish rolled its eyes. "Mommy, can Grandma take care of Daddy?"
“Grandma is old and in poor health. If she takes care of Dad, she will get sick from exhaustion.”
Fang Yan explained patiently.
The little fish twirled and twisted its two tiny paws together, unsure how to persuade its mother. As it twisted, it suddenly remembered Zhang Zongde's grandson next door, who would throw a tantrum and roll around on the ground whenever he wanted to get something...
And so, in the end, my wish came true.
Thinking this, Little Fish followed suit and lay down on the ground, throwing a tantrum. "I don't care! I want Mommy to sleep! I want Mommy to sleep with me! Otherwise, I won't get up."
Yoho!
This brat is asking for trouble!
Fang Yan's face fell. "Get up! Let's talk this out."
"I won't get up! I won't get up unless Mom agrees!" The little guy fully displayed his mischievous nature.
Qibei watched from the side and shook his head. He even went over to Xiaoyuzai and nudged him with his head, trying to get him up.
The little fish pushed it aside.
Of course, he wasn't strong enough to move Qibei, but his intention was clear: he wanted Qibei to mind his own business.
"You really won't get up?"
Fang Yan also got angry. "If you don't get up, I'm going to hit your palms with a bamboo stick. After that, you still have to sleep with your grandma tonight. If you don't want to sleep with your grandma, go outside and sleep with Grandma De's pigs."
When Xiaoyuzai saw Fang Yan's expression change, the little guy was actually a little scared too.
But when he thought about how his mother hadn't hit him since they moved here, he became bolder and rolled on the floor again. "I won't get up. If Mom promises to sleep with me, I'll get up."
Anyway, he just wanted to sleep with his mother.
So, little Zhang Haoxuan finally got to taste his first meal of stir-fried pork with Erjingtiao peppers since moving.
Fang Yan could turn a blind eye to some minor flaws that didn't cause any real trouble and wouldn't hold it against him.
However, the habit of shrewish behavior and throwing tantrums should absolutely not be tolerated.
Fang Yan, her face dark, beat him up without any room for negotiation. After the beating, she only gave him two choices: "Are you going to sleep with Grandma tonight, or are you going to sleep with Grandma De's pigs?"
Although Zhang Zongde's pigsty was washed clean every day, the smell of pigs was still very strong.
Little Fish cried sobbing, "Sleep with Grandma."
He finally understood that not all children can achieve their goals by lying on the ground and throwing a tantrum.
"Isn't this it?" Fang Yan took his hand and wiped his face, which was covered in tears like a little kitten's. She gently comforted him, "If there's anything, we can sit down and talk it over properly."
If you dare to lie on the ground like that again and throw a tantrum, Mom will beat you even harder than this time.
This isn't a good habit, Mom doesn't like it. Mom hopes you can change this bad habit, okay?
Little Fish was a little confused. "Mom, why don't you like it? When Brother Zhuang lies down, rolls on the ground, and cries, Zhang Ermu will give him the cookies he wants."
Why do I get beaten up instead of getting what I want when I throw a tantrum?
Fang Yan understood; the little guy had learned it from the neighbor's child.
"Think about it yourself. You're a little man, yet you're rolling around on the ground all dirty, like a little madman. If your friends saw you like that, wouldn't you be ashamed?"
Little Fish thought for a moment, "It seems a little embarrassing."
"Yeah, how could you do something so shameful?"
"cannot."
After Fang Yan wiped his face, she had almost calmed him down.
The poor little guy, throwing a tantrum for the first time in his life.
In the end, it surprisingly ended with a stir-fried pork with Erjingtiao peppers.
After being beaten up, the little guy finally went to bed with Zhu Xiuhua, looking aggrieved.
He didn't actually cry for long last night.
I think it's because I felt so wronged last night while I was sleeping that I secretly shed some tears, which is why my eyes are so swollen this morning.
Zhong Huaizheng, who was being called "Grandpa" for the first time, was still not used to the title.
However, he didn't correct Little Fish after all. Instead, he squatted down and said to him...
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