With great effort, Yuan Doudou managed to lift his head, took the teacup with her right hand, and brought it to his lips.
"Drink it."
An Rong wasn't thirsty, but couldn't bear to waste the opportunity, so he took a sip, only to find it scalding hot.
"Not drinking anymore?" Yuan Doudou wondered. People who have lost a lot of blood should be very dehydrated, so why did he only drink such a little?
Is the water bad?
For no apparent reason, she picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp.
As expected, the scalding hot tea made her wince.
Completely forgetting An Rong's existence, he abruptly pulled his arm away.
An Rong's head slammed heavily onto the hard pillow.
He frowned and let out a muffled groan.
"It's so hot, and you didn't say anything." She covered her neck and opened her mouth wide.
It looks just like a carp that's starving.
No, it looks more like a fire-breathing dragon.
An Rong no longer felt any pain, and a wide smile spread across her face.
"I'm sorry." He was the husband, and naturally, he was infinitely forgiving of his wife.
"Huh?" Yuan Doudou was stunned. Was he apologizing to her?
Why?
She poured the water, almost scalding him, and yet she's apologizing to him instead.
Yuan Doudou was completely confused and decided to stop thinking about it.
"An Rong, since you can speak, can you tell me why you haven't returned even though you're not dead?" She really wanted to know.
What could have made him refuse to return even after his own mother passed away?
An Rong's upturned lips froze, and his expression returned to calm.
“I can’t say.” He turned his head away.
Yuan Doudou was embarrassed and assumed that he had some unspeakable secret.
Most likely, he has another woman outside the marriage, and may even have had a third child.
"Then why were you injured? And why did you appear at Ping An Mountain?"
She's the legal wife, after all; she should have the right to know this, right?
An Rong ignored him and closed his eyes to rest.
Good lad, you're going to keep your mouth shut.
If she doesn't want to talk about it, she doesn't want to hear it anyway.
"Okay, you rest first, I'm going out." According to Li Tianlang, An Rong needed to stay in the clinic for three days for observation.
If there are no major problems, I should be able to go home within three days.
Yuan Doudou came out of the room and saw Wang Qiqiang squatting by the wall.
“Brother Wang, it’s getting late. You should go back and let your godmother know you’re safe. I’ll stay here to take care of him tonight.”
They've already gone to so much trouble for them, so Yuan Doudou didn't want to make Wang Qiqiang stay here any longer.
"Okay, I'll go back first and come back early tomorrow morning." The oxcart was borrowed, and I need to rush back to return it.
Yuan Doudou wanted to say that she didn't need to come, but she really needed to change her clothes.
"Okay, then I'll trouble you to come to my house and get me two sets of clothes." It's too hot; my clothes will stink if I don't change them.
Wang Qiqiang readily agreed, thinking of asking his mother to find him some nice clothes.
DouDou always dresses too plainly.
After watching Wang Qiqiang leave, Yuan Doudou went to the vegetable market.
Tianming Medical Clinic has a kitchen with a dedicated cook.
The ingredients are relatively scarce, consisting mostly of vegetables that offer little nutritional value.
An Rong has lost too much blood and needs to be replenished.
The first thing that came to her mind was pig liver.
She used to have moderate anemia, so she ate a lot of pig liver and took iron supplements. Later, her anemia improved, but she didn't know whether it was the pig liver or the iron supplements that helped.
Since there are no iron supplements available here, eating pork liver is very important.
When they arrived at the pork stall, Yuan Doudou saw that there was only one piece of pork liver and hurriedly asked, "Boss, I'll take the pork liver, how much?"
"Five coins." Pig liver has a poor texture and a strong fishy smell, so few people buy it.
"Okay, I'll take it."
Seeing how readily she agreed, the shopkeeper pointed to a plate of pork kidneys and said sincerely, "Give me two more coins, and I'll give you these two kidneys for free."
What?! One penny for a pork kidney?
On the way back, Yuan Doudou was overjoyed.
We've truly reached a time when meat is cheaper than grass.
It's so beautiful.
When it comes to food, she's a true gourmand.
She accepts anything edible from a pig, including pig kidneys, pig intestines, pig trotters, and pig tails.
I remember once at a hot pot restaurant, she blanched a plate of pig brains and slurped it all up in three or four bites, which stunned her roommates.
They nicknamed her "Brain Eater".
Similar to the meaning of piranha.
She happily carried the things into the kitchen, but the cook had already gone home.
In the clinic, besides her and An Rong, there was only a servant on night watch.
Li Tianlang also went back first to have a late-night snack with his mother.
We were originally going to have dinner together.
First, prepare the pig liver by slicing it diagonally and soaking it in water to remove the blood.
After rinsing it five or six times, the blood on the pig liver was finally cleaned up a bit.
This step is very important, as it determines whether the stir-fried pork liver will have a fishy smell.
The patient is still very weak; he probably wouldn't be able to eat stir-fried pork liver slices directly.
Yuan Doudou first rinsed the rice and cooked it into porridge on a small stove.
Simmer over low heat for a short while, and the porridge will soon be bubbling and gurgling.
Yuan Doudou chopped the stir-fried pork liver, poured it into the porridge, sprinkled it with chopped green onions and salt, added a little lard, and stirred it for a while to melt it.
I have to say, the pork liver congee didn't look very appetizing, but it smelled quite delicious.
The night watchman came after smelling the aroma.
"Miss Yuan, what are you doing?" he asked, sticking his head out.
Yuan Doudou quickly said, "I cooked pork liver porridge, I'll serve you a bowl."
"No, I'm not hungry." As soon as she finished speaking, her stomach started growling.
The servant blushed and clutched his stomach, saying, "I think I ate something bad."
Yuan Doudou held back her laughter: "No need to be polite, I cooked a lot, enough for three or four people."
Anrong is a patient, so he probably can't eat much.
She doesn't eat anything at night, so there's no need to worry about her not having enough to eat.
The waiter looked on expectantly: "Then I won't be polite, give me a bowl."
“Okay.” Yuan Doudou took the bowl and generously filled it with a large amount.
"That's enough, too much." This was the meal Miss Yuan made for the patient; he couldn't possibly eat so much.
Yuan Doudou smiled without saying a word. The servant looked to be seventeen or eighteen, just the right age for a strong meal.
"I'm so full I don't miss home," Yuan Doudou joked.
"I am an orphan. The doctor took me in, and Tianming Medical Clinic is my home." The servant lowered his head.
What?
Li Tianlang was also a great philanthropist.
"I'm sorry, I touched a nerve." She felt guilty.
The waiter wiped his face and said with a smile, "It's alright, there are several people like me in the shop."
He is the oldest one.
Yuan Doudou couldn't help but give Li Tianlang a thumbs up in her heart.
She also hopes that one day she can contribute to charity.
Yuan Doudou ladled out a small bowl of pork liver porridge and brought it into the house.
An Rong was still asleep.
She placed the pork liver porridge on the stool beside the bed, rested her chin on her hands, and admired An Rong's stunning beauty.
These eyebrows are distinct, thick and strong; these eyelashes are long like fans, even prettier than a doll's.
Not to mention his high, straight nose; she couldn't help but reach out and gently run her finger across it.
Wow, it's flawless.
Isn't this the milky skin she's always dreamed of?
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