In her memory, Li Qiuhua had a ruddy complexion and was full of energy, not as pale and weak as she is now.

"Zhihuan, are you still blaming your mother?" Li Qiuhua wiped her tears, her bony hands devoid of a trace of blood.

Shen Zhihuan shook his head.

How could she possibly blame a stranger?! She didn't have the extra emotions to waste on unnecessary people.

Coming here is just to fulfill my last bit of filial piety to the original owner.

Completed the last bit of cause and effect between her and the original owner.

"The doctors in the military hospital are all excellent. Your minor illness can be cured in a month or so." Seeing that Li Qiuhua was in a low mood, Shen Zhihuan whispered to comfort her.

Once the patient loses his fighting spirit, his energy and spirit will collapse.

Once the patient's spirit is broken, his life will truly enter a countdown.

Although she no longer had feelings for Li Qiuhua, she didn't want her to die in depression.

"Zhihuan, can you call me mother again?" Li Qiuhua looked at Shen Zhihuan eagerly, her eyes full of hope that made people unable to refuse.

Shen Zhihuan lowered his eyelashes in silence.

"Zhihuan, are you still blaming your mother?" Tears rolled out of Li Qiuhua's eyes again.

The atmosphere in the ward suddenly became tense.

"Mom..." The sleepy little guy rubbed his eyes and looked around for Shen Zhihuan crying.

I don’t know if it was because he didn’t sleep well or for some other reason, but the moment his eyes found Shen Zhihuan, the little guy pouted and started crying aggrievedly.

Shen Zhihuan quickly picked up the little guy and began to coax him.

"Don't cry, don't cry..." Shen Zhihuan patted the little guy's back and coaxed him softly.

Maybe the little guy really didn’t sleep well, he kept whining.

Li Qiuhua's ward is a double room with a curtain in the middle of the room, which divides the ward into two when drawn.

Because Li Qiuhua was the only person living in the ward, the curtain was tied to the head of the steel pipe bed.

Shen Zhihuan winked at Su Ziyu, and the man immediately understood. He untied the curtain and quickly pulled it closed.

Shen Zhihuan sat down beside the bed and lifted up his clothes.

When the little guy saw the granary, he immediately grabbed it in his mouth.

A burst of gulping down.

The greedy look made the veins in Su Ziyu's temples bulge.

Ever since the little one could talk, the man has been lobbying his wife to wean him, but the little one is too greedy.

If he doesn't drink milk for a long time, he will groan and fidget like an opium addict.

The young wife couldn't bear it and kept dragging it on.

After having a good meal and a good drink, the little guy suddenly became energetic.

She grinned and smiled at Shen Weidong, Daya and Erya.

"Uncle."

"Hey!" Shen Weidong responded with a smile.

"Aunt, eldest sister, second sister." When seeing familiar people, the little guy greeted them with a sweet smile.

Shen Zhimei widened her eyes in surprise.

Not long ago, the little guy could only utter one word at a time, but just now, the little guy can speak a long string of words fluently.

Li Qiuhua, lying on the hospital bed, watched with tears in her eyes.

Shen Zhihuan held the little guy in his arms and gently taught him, "Call me grandma."

She felt that calling her grandma was somewhat inappropriate, so she chose a compromise name.

"Grandma!" The little guy was not shy and smiled sweetly at Li Qiuhua lying on the hospital bed with his little mouth open.

She knew that the little girl still had some problems. Perhaps she felt that she was being ignored. Shen Zhilan's son Yang Ming struggled to get off Shen Zhilan and ran to Li Qiuhua's bed.

"Grandma! Grandma!"

Shen Zhilan seemed worried about her son who was still walking unsteadily, so she stood up and wanted to catch up.

But just as her buttocks left the chair, she seemed to suddenly think of something. She nervously glanced at the man standing against the wall, then sat back down with her whole body tense.

Yang Ming grabbed the edge of the bed and called "Grandma" again and again.

The little guy lowered his eyes and looked at Yang Ming, seeming a little puzzled.

After a while, he turned his head and looked at Shen Zhihuan, "Mom, why does brother keep calling me grandma?"

Shen Zhihuan: “…”

This question is very profound, your mother doesn't know it either! Shen Zhihuan thought about it and found an explanation that the little guy could understand more easily.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

"Because my brother hasn't called his grandma for a long time, he misses her very much, so he wants to call her more often."

The little fellow listened with a frown on his face, then nodded as if he understood.

After hearing Shen Zhihuan's explanation, Yang Ming shouted even louder.

Li Qiuhua was seriously ill and needed rest. Yang Ming's howl was so frightening that even wild boars a mile away would run back to their homes.

In the next ward, a young nurse was holding an infusion needle and preparing to insert it into the patient's wrist. A sudden shout scared the nurse so much that her hand shook and the needle went off target.

Bright red blood gushed out madly in an instant.

The young nurse hurriedly pulled out the needle, and then pressed the bleeding needle hole tightly.

There was a period of chaos and disorder.

After giving the injection, apologizing and cleaning up the mess, the young nurse went to the next room angrily.

"Are you done yet? This is a hospital, a place to treat illnesses, not your home. Aren't you annoyed by your child's constant howling? Other patients need to rest!" The furious young nurse pushed open the door and started to yell crazily at the people in the ward.

Shen Zhihuan subconsciously covered the little guy's ears with his hands.

Yang Ming was so scared that he hid back in Shen Zhilan's arms.

"If all the family members of patients in the hospital were like you, would the patients in the inpatient department still be able to rest?" The young nurse's anger level was rising.

Shen Zhimei quickly stood up and apologized, "I'm sorry! The child is too young..."

"The children are too young. What are you adults doing? You don't care when the children are making a fuss, and when something happens, you push the blame onto the children..." The young nurse was very resentful.

"Sorry! Sorry! We will be careful in the future and won't let the child make trouble again." Shen Zhimei apologized with a smile.

The young nurse snorted angrily and then walked away with a resentful look on her face.

"Mom, she's so fierce!" The little guy stared at the ward door that closed again, frowned and began to complain.

"Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid! Dad and mom will protect you." Shen Zhihuan gently stroked the little guy's back as if to comfort him.

The little guy hugged Shen Zhihuan's neck obediently.

"Uncle will also protect you." Shen Weidong smiled and touched the little guy's feet.

Because the weather was too hot, Shen Zhihuan made the little one wear the kind of sandals with exposed toes.

The pink and tender toes are like ten little pearls, petite and cute.

When you touch it, it is soft, white and tender, just like a freshly peeled egg.

As soon as Shen Weidong's hand went over, the little guy shrank back repeatedly because of the itch.

While shrinking, he also giggled.

Seeing this, Daya and Erya also smiled and came over to touch the little guy's feet.

"Mom..." The little guy looked at Shen Zhihuan as if asking for help.