Zhou Ruhua saw that Wei Dingbang frowned and said nothing, his eyes were dark and clear, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Well, Brother Wei, forget it if you can't remember it, I have something to tell you.

I have already given the nutrition fee that Doctor Wang compensated you with to your cousin. She signed for your surgery yesterday. The doctor said that she is considered as your family member and she should take the money. "Zhou Ruhua said.

signature……

Wei Dingbang was shocked.

Wasn’t that signed by Lu Manyue?

It was only when he saw the signature that he realized Lu Manyue had come to the hospital and already knew about his injury. Now that the truth had been revealed, there was no need for him to hide it, so he went back.

"You said that it was the cousin who signed the contract who made millet porridge for me?" Wei Dingbang stared at Zhou Ruhua and spoke very slowly, enunciating each word clearly.

"yes.

Brother Wei, well, I didn’t sleep well last night because I was sitting in the corridor. I was in a trance today. I don’t know how, but the injury broke out again. The doctor said that if I don’t rest well, the injury will not heal.

I, I, I want to discuss with you, let's switch, as before, you sleep in the corridor and I sleep in the room, how about that? "

Wei Dingbang looked at the end of the aisle and shook his head, "No need to change."

The patient sitting opposite Zhou Ruhua was transferred to another hospital because his dysentery was too severe. His family transferred him to the provincial hospital.

His ward was vacated.

Zhou Ruhua was arranged to live in that room.

Wei Dingbang entered the ward, took out a full box of sweet potato porridge from the lunch box, and asked the person next door if he wanted to eat it.

"If you cook too much, it will be wasted if you pour it out."

"Eat, eat, eat. Thank you. You are such a nice person." The patient next door quickly took out the lunch box.

Wei Dingbang poured all the porridge to the man, then moved a chair to the door and sat there, holding the empty lunch box and waiting for Lu Manyue to bring him the millet porridge.

I waited for a long time but never got it.

He was afraid that he might have missed it, so he carried a chair to the platform at the corner of the stairs and sat down.

After waiting for another half an hour, I still didn't see Lu Manyue.

Suddenly, a voice full of surprise rang out from upstairs: "The millet porridge made by Xiao Yueyue is so delicious! Xiao Yueyue, my hands are sore from the IV drip, I can't lift them up, please feed me."

Xiao Yueyue, millet porridge, feed!

Wei Dingbang went upstairs with a dark face and a chair.

100. Yang Heping opened his big eyes and looked at Lu Manyue with blinking eyes.

His eyes were big, round and clear, with a hint of silliness in them.

"Xiao Yueyue, feed me, feed me." Seeing that Lu Manyue didn't move, he became anxious and opened his mouth and cried like a child.

Lu Manyue sighed.

"How many times have I told you that we are not children anymore, we should keep the proper distance. I made the porridge for you, you can eat it by yourself, I won't feed you."

"No, no, I want to be fed, I want to be fed." Yang Heping shouted happily.

"Eat by yourself. If you don't listen, I'll leave now." Lu Manyue handed the lunch box and spoon to Yang Heping.

Yang Heping pouted and refused to take it. His hands kept waving, his eyes full of grievance and confusion, "My hands are so sore, I can't hold it anymore, Xiao Yueyue, don't be mean to me, I'm really hungry and want to eat millet porridge.

When you were little and cried behind the boiler room, I would bring you food and coax you to eat it mouthful by mouthful."

Lu Manyue was a little confused. It was impossible to explain things clearly to Haner.

Just as she was about to get up and leave, she heard someone dragging a chair towards her.

She took a quick look and frowned.

Wei Dingbang's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, his knuckles turned white as he pinched the back of the chair, his eyes were cold, and there were sparks and lightning all over his face. No one dared to get close to him.

The patients on the third floor, including Lin Qingyue, were so frightened that they shrank their necks and closed the door.

Yang Heping was still clamoring for Lu Manyue to feed him.

Lu Manyue's eyes suddenly flashed with the scene of Zhou Ruhua snuggling up to Wei Dingbang and laughing so hard yesterday, and she felt furious.

Trying hard to adjust her mood, she smiled at Yang Heping with gritted teeth, then scooped a spoonful of millet porridge and handed it to Yang Heping's mouth, and squeezed out a few delicate words from her lips with difficulty: "Come on, be good, open your mouth."

Yang Heping looked at Lu Manyue as if he had seen a ghost, and subconsciously opened his mouth.

A full spoonful of millet porridge was fed into Yang Heping's mouth, and he swallowed it instinctively.

Lu Manyue used a spoon to scrape the porridge that flowed from the corner of his mouth, looked at him with curved eyebrows, and asked him: "This is the first time I make millet porridge for someone, and I don't know if the heat is right. How do you think it tastes?"

Wei Dingbang just walked outside Yang Heping's ward when he heard Lu Manyue's extremely gentle voice.

It’s the first time I make millet porridge for someone!

I also carefully asked Yang Heping how it tasted...

It was the first time that Wei Dingbang had seen such thoughtfulness, tenderness and earnestness.

Wei Dingbang stood firmly outside the door, his tall body blocking most of the light from outside.

The room suddenly became dark.

Yang Heping hissed, stroking the goose bumps that suddenly appeared on his arms and said, "Why did the temperature drop suddenly? It's so cold."

Looking at Lu Manyue who was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, Yang Heping looked around anxiously, "Xiao Yueyue, are you cold? I don't seem to have many clothes here. Otherwise, I will take off my clothes and give them to you."

As he said this, he was about to pull out the needle of the IV and take off his clothes.

"No, I'm not cold. Don't take off your clothes, or you might catch a cold." After Lu Manyue said this, she glanced at Wei Dingbang out of the corner of her eye.

It was like a big freezer, still emitting a chilly cold.

"Come, eat more while the porridge is still warm." Lu Manyue continued to feed Yang Heping millet porridge.

Yang Heping stretched out his mouth to catch it, and his mouth was full of water. While eating, he looked at Wei Dingbang, his eyes were surprisingly bright and full of boasting.

Wei Dingbang's pupils suddenly widened to the extreme, his eyebrows stood up one by one, his eyelids trembled violently twice, and he stared at Yang Heping coldly.

Those eyes seemed to be spewing fire.

Yang Heping shrank his neck and looked at Lu Manyue aggrievedly, as if he was terribly frightened. He said weakly, "Xiao Yueyue, look at him. He looks like he wants to eat people. I'm so scared."

Lu Manyue turned her head to look at Wei Dingbang, gave him a cold look and said, "Are you okay? If not, please go out. You've scared Yang Heping by staying here."

Wei Dingbang's eyes widened.

Lu Manyue is chasing him away?

He stood still for a few seconds, then suddenly walked in carrying a chair, put it heavily next to Lu Manyue, and sat down with great determination, staring at Yang Heping's mouth as he stretched it out to receive the millet porridge.

Yang Heping trembled with fear, and then he complained to Lu Manyue with a flat mouth: "Xiao Yueyue, he is still scaring me. Xiao Yueyue, look at his eyes, he looks like he wants to eat me, I am so scared, Xiao Yueyue, please help me drive him away."