"Dr. Li, a patient ahead specifically asked for you." She made up an excuse to send him away.
A doctor should have good morals.
Why did she feel that Li Tianlang was threatening the patient?
Li Tianlang nodded in agreement, then glanced at her before striding away.
As soon as he left, Yuan Doudou immediately closed the door.
She remained silent and brought the fish soup to the bedside.
An Rong glanced at the milky white fish soup, which looked quite appetizing.
"Did you do that too?" he asked, full of curiosity.
Yuan Doudou shook her head, "Aunt Dan made it."
"She's the cook here," he added.
An Rong returned to normal, took the soup bowl, blew on it, took a sip, and found it delicious.
"Delicious." Not too salty, not too bland.
"Just drinking the soup isn't enough; you have to eat the fish too," Yuan Doudou said, glancing at the fish in her bowl.
An Rong frowned; he didn't like fish.
It's been like that since I was little.
In just three years, she's already forgotten?
Yuan Doudou noticed something was wrong with him and suddenly remembered that he didn't like to eat fish. Every time his family cooked fish, he would only drink the soup and not eat the meat.
She coughed a few times tactically and said in a serious tone, "Well, even if you don't like meat, you have to eat it. You're a patient now, so you have to listen to your wife."
An Rong relaxed his brows; so that's how it is.
He's overthinking it.
"Okay, I'll eat it." He frowned and picked up a piece of meat from his stomach with his chopsticks.
I took a bite; the taste was bland, neither unpleasant nor particularly delicious.
"I'll make you braised fish next time, it'll be much tastier than this." Yuan Doudou herself doesn't like the fish in the soup either.
Too bland.
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