Ma Xiaohe was still lying on the bed without moving.
His face was very pale, his lips were chapped, and even his brows were furrowed.
"Hey, Brother Xiaohe, I've tried my best. You should also try harder and try to wake up!"
Ma Dahe moved closer to the edge of the bed, muttering to himself.
It was like he was talking to the river, but also like he was talking to himself.
As he spoke, he lifted the man up and leaned him against his shoulder.
Then, he took the bowl with his right hand, handed it to his left hand, and began to scoop a spoonful and feed it into the man's mouth.
The man's eyes were closed, as if he was asleep.
The thin lips were tightly pursed together.
Can't feed it at all?
"Hey, what should I do?"
Ma Dahe exclaimed, not knowing what to do.
The white flour paste slowly flowed down the corners of the man's mouth.
Before the river could wipe it off for him, it flowed into his collar.
He put the spoon into the bowl and tried to pry his mouth open.
But he couldn't open his mouth at all.
Even if it was opened a little bit, it would close again before he could feed him.
After doing it back and forth more than ten times, he was so tired that he was sweating all over, but he didn't eat a single drop of food.
“Huh~!”
Ma Dahe took a deep breath and put the bowl on the table beside the bed.
"No, it still doesn't work!"
He was so tired that he had to gasp for breath when speaking, and he tried for half a day but still couldn't get it to work!
Putting the man down on the bed again, he stared at the edge of the bed in a daze.
He didn't dare to feed the baby while lying there, fearing that the baby would choke and make the situation worse.
But if the patient doesn’t eat, will he starve?
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