"What? Afraid I'll poison it?" Ji Zhinan raised an eyebrow and readily scooped a spoonful of porridge into his mouth.
As expected, it was just plain congee, with nothing added to it, and Ji Zhinan didn't like the bland taste at all.
She swallowed the porridge in her mouth in front of Ji Zhixia, then scooped up another spoonful and handed it to her.
"My sister saw it. I'm fine. There's nothing harmful in the porridge that could kill me."
Ji Zhinan smiled slightly, his attitude very friendly.
Ji Zhixia gritted her teeth and said, word by word, "Ji Zhinan, you bitch!"
"I told you this is my sister's name, why can't she remember it again and again?"
"..."
Ji Zhixia was furious: "Ji Zhinan, what exactly do you want? Can you please let me go!"
"I should be saying that to my sister." Ji Zhinan's smile vanished, his face darkening, and the atmosphere in the ward seemed to plummet. "Why can't my sister let me go? If she had any conscience or compassion, she wouldn't be the Ji Zhinan she is today."
Ji Zhixia looked at her with the eyes of someone looking at a madwoman.
She was saying something nonsensical; I didn't understand a word she was saying.
"Grandpa, Dr. Xu said there's nothing seriously wrong with you. In fact, you're much healthier than people your age!"
"Haha, thank you, Dr. Xu. My back and waist are so sore, sometimes it's unbearable..."
"Then I'll prescribe some plasters for you later."
"..."
You can hear the doctor and Grandpa Ji talking at the door; Grandpa Ji has returned from seeing the traditional Chinese medicine doctor.
The conversation outside reached Ji Zhinan and Ji Zhixia's ears. Ji Zhixia, who was sitting on the hospital bed, rolled her eyes and revealed a scheming and malicious look.
She looked at the spoon in front of her and the bowl in Ji Zhinan's hand, and without hesitation, she reached out and knocked them away.
The piping hot porridge was overturned, splashing all over the blanket and Ji Zhixia's hands.
Feeling the burning pain in her arm, Ji Zhixia gasped, her eyes reddening without her having to pretend.
The next moment, Ji Zhinan stood up, took two steps back, and fell to the ground as if he had lost his balance.
Ji Zhixia was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Ji Zhinan wanted to do.
At the same time, the door to the ward was pushed open, and the old man and the doctor saw Ji Zhinan lying on the ground and Ji Zhixia lying on the bed in a daze.
When Grandpa Ji saw Ji Zhinan fall to the ground, he immediately cried out in alarm, "Nannan!"
The doctor quickly went over to help.
Ji Zhinan was helped up. She rubbed her lower back and remained silent.
"Nan Nan, are you alright?" the old man asked with concern.
Ji Zhinan shook his head, his voice as soft as an ant's: "Grandpa, I'm fine."
Looking at the spilled porridge and the fallen granddaughter, if you still don't understand, then Grandpa Ji must really have dementia.
Anger surged uncontrollably, rising straight to his chest.
"Ji Zhixia, look what you've done!"
Ji Zhixia was silenced by the old man's shout.
"You're over twenty, how can you still be so immature! You used to bully your sister at home, and now you've gotten bolder, daring to spill such hot porridge and push Nan Nan over!"
When Ji Zhixia heard that the old man had misunderstood her, she hurriedly retorted, "No, I didn't!"
"No?" Old Master Ji sneered, "You mean Nan Nan fell down on her own?"
"That's right, she fell by herself, what does it have to do with me!"
Ji Zhinan rubbed his sore elbow and said softly, "Grandpa, I really did fall by myself, please don't be angry."
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