Bai Shichen said to Li Rongsen: "I'm wondering if An Yan has fallen in love with Wen Jiaer?

Li Rongsen was startled when he heard this, and he saw the seriousness in Bai Shichen's eyes, which meant he was not joking. He laughed the next moment. He could only use laughter to cover it up, and then said, "How did you think of this?"

"An Yan cares about him a lot, that's why I thought so. Look, she has arranged everything for Wen Jiaer just now. When has she ever done this?" Bai Shichen asked. He thought that Li Rongsen and An Yan's relationship was no different from that of others.

But now, he also had his doubts.

Li Rongsen smiled again, then patted Bai Shichen on the shoulder and said, "You think too much. It is precisely because Wen Jiaer is the friend I care about most that I ask Anyan to cure him."

Bai Shichen nodded slightly, as if he didn't believe it, and said, "Oh, so that's how it is."

"I'll take you out, and then go to the nearby supermarket to buy some things, some food. An Yan hardly eats anything." Li Rongsen said.

"What is Jiaer's disease? I just asked the doctor, and the doctor said it is almost impossible to cure. He also said that he needs to be nursed back to health, but that doesn't seem to work." Bai Shichen was a little worried about Wen Jiaer's condition.

"It's okay. An Yan's medical skills are excellent." Li Rongsen signaled him not to think too much.

The two of them parted ways at the hospital entrance. Li Rongsen went to buy some things nearby, and then quickly returned to the ward. He found An Yan and Wen Jiaer chatting. Both of them had smiles on their faces, as if they were talking about something interesting.

An Yan was a little surprised when she saw Li Rongsen coming back, and asked, "Didn't you go home with Bai Shichen?"

"I just went shopping. How can I rest assured that you will be here alone? I will naturally stay too." Li Rongsen handed her a bowl of porridge and said, "Come, eat something first. You haven't eaten anything today."

"I didn't feel hungry before, but now I feel hungry after seeing this." An Yan felt that Li Rongsen was thoughtful, and said to Wen Jiaer, "You should eat something too. Your throat doesn't hurt anymore, right?"

"It doesn't hurt much anymore." Wen Jiaer nodded.

"Then have some porridge too." An Yan said as she was about to hand him her bowl.

But Li Rongsen said, "I have more here." Then he turned over the small table, slid it in front of Wen Jiaer, put the porridge on it, and said to him, "Here, this bowl is yours."

"I'm so sorry to bother you all the time." Wen Jiaer felt a little guilty and said, "Actually, I'm fine now. You can go home and rest. It's not comfortable here after all."

"Didn't we agree just now that you shouldn't be so polite to us?" An Yan said, taking a sip of the porridge. She felt that the porridge tasted very good and asked, "Where did you buy it? It tastes very good."

"I also bought some side dishes to go with the porridge. Here," Li Rongsen said as he took them to her.

Wen Jiaer quickly said, "Put it on the table over here. It will be more convenient this way."

Li Rongsen nodded and immediately put out all the side dishes. He then said to him, "These are a little salty. Your throat hasn't recovered yet. You should bear with it for now. I'll make you something delicious when I get home tomorrow."

"You already know how to cook?" Wen Jiaer asked. He always remembered that Li Rongsen couldn't cook.

"Of course he won't, but I will." An Yan said to Wen Jiaer with a smile.

Li Rongsen now regretted very much why he couldn't cook. It was almost not his strong point, mainly because he didn't have the time to learn.

Wen Jiaer smiled and said, "I told you, Rong Sen is so busy, he naturally doesn't have time."

"I should learn it some other day." Li Rongsen lowered his eyes and replied, then said to An Yan, "I just called Yan Qingqiu and asked him to clean up a room in the house. He said he would do it tonight."

An Yan nodded. Seeing Wen Jiaer drink half a bowl of porridge, she was also very happy. She said, "Take the medicine soon and have a good sleep at night. You will be fine tomorrow."

Wen Jiaer nodded slightly, swallowed the medicine, and slowly felt his eyelids drooping, and soon fell asleep.

"Is this a side effect of the medicine?" Li Rongsen asked.

"No, it's just to make him fall asleep." An Yan told him.

At this time, I saw the door was pushed open and a nurse walked in, followed by another person, Sima Jixuan.

The nurse said, "Is he asleep?" I want to take his temperature.

"Everything is normal." An Yan told.

The nurse still measured Wen Jiaer's temperature, which was indeed normal, and then left.

Sima Jixuan held the flowers in his hand. He glanced at Li Rongsen and then looked at An Yan. He handed the flowers to her and said, "I haven't seen you for a long time. I didn't expect to meet you here."

An Yan took the bouquet and placed it on the table, then said, "You came just in time. I was just about to look for you."

Sima Jixuan's mouth curled up slightly, and he seemed quite happy.

Li Rongsen did not follow him out. He continued to sit next to Wen Jiaer.

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An Yan motioned Sima Jixuan to go outside. She chose a relatively quiet corner and asked him, "Did you set the fire?"

"He beat my uncle so hard that he had to be hospitalized for several months." Sima Jixuan told her patiently, and observed her carefully, and found that An Yanfa seemed to care about him very much.

"It was you, that's why Bai Shichen didn't call the police." An Yan showed great dissatisfaction with him.

Sima Jixuan said: "He bullied my uncle, so this account must be settled with him."

"Your uncle should be held responsible for this. I am the one who offended him."

"What is your relationship with him? Why do you want to take the blame for him?"

"First of all, it was your uncle who behaved badly first. Wen Jiaer and I did nothing wrong. It was too light a punishment for a middle-aged man to want to bully a female classmate. Then he went looking for Wen Jiaer himself, and then he was beaten. He asked for it." An Yan had just asked Wen Jiaer about the whole story, so she knew it very well.

"That's my uncle."

An Yan took a breath when she heard this. She looked up at Sima Jixuan and thought that it was a family relationship after all. He didn't care and didn't understand human feelings. But his method was a bit cruel. What if he burned everything? She said, "You shouldn't set fire. Arson is wrong. You always say that you are not a child, but why are you so irresponsible in your behavior?"

Sima Jixuan frowned and said, "Why do you care so much about him? He is fine."

"Fortunately, nothing happened."

"If something happens, are you going to strangle me to death?" Sima Jixuan's face darkened. He looked less and less like a child, but instead became an old man with deep scheming.

He came here today to see An Yan, not Wen Jiaer, and he didn't come here for his uncle. He had that idea after hearing Bai Shichen talk about An Yan's concern for that man and that most of the things in that room were made by An Yan herself.

An Yan was stunned by this question and said, "This won't happen again."

"Why did you save me in the first place? You shouldn't have saved me. Why bother with me? Otherwise, you wouldn't have to worry about me now, right?" Sima Jixuan's tone was gloomy.

An Yan frowned. She looked at his face and found that he was approaching her, so she stepped back and unknowingly reached the corner of the wall.