"My hands and feet are not very mobile, you feed me!"
Jiang's father acted like a child, crossing his arms and behaving in an affected manner.
He fed her when she was a child, and now that she's old, she'll repay him.
"Okay, okay, I'll feed you!"
Jiang Yimei picked up a spoon, blew on the chicken soup to cool it down, and brought it to her father's lips. Then she picked up chopsticks, picked up pieces of chicken, blew on them to cool them down, and brought them to her father's lips. Her service was better than that of a nanny from a five-star housekeeping company.
Despite all that he had done, his daughter still patiently fed him. Mr. Jiang felt that he hadn't raised his daughter in vain. It was just a pity that such a beautiful woman had been wasted. His face was covered in bitter sweat.
Midway through the meal, the patient in the next bed suddenly turned his head and said, "Old Jiang, I have some chicken soup left, would you like some?"
"belch!"
Jiang's father patted his bulging belly, burped, and said contentedly, "Thank you, I'm full, and the food was delicious."
In his last sentence, he suddenly emphasized his accent, as if afraid that others wouldn't understand him.
"laugh!"
The patient in the next bed just smiled and remained silent, because he knew that Jiang's father was deceiving himself.
His Solomon's Seal and Ginseng Chicken Soup is so fragrant and delicious that anyone who smells it will be tempted to sip it.
Jiang Lao's chicken soup was nothing more than plain and unremarkable chicken soup, with no aroma whatsoever.
There's no need to compare which of the two chicken soups is more fragrant.
Since he couldn't accept the gift, he decided to drink it himself; after all, good things shouldn't go to outsiders.
After observing the situation for a day, the patient's family finally understood the conflict between the two elderly people.
The two elderly people were arguing about saving face, dragging innocent people into it. It's really speechless.
He's such a grown-up, yet he acts like a child.
They so wished the two elderly people could live in peace.
Mr. Jiang was in a better mood this time than in the morning because his daughter took good care of him, which made him feel very warm.
He touched his daughter's hand, his eyes filled with gratitude.
Jiang Yimei could sense that if her father continued to act this way, she would treat him even better.
...
At 10 p.m., the patients' family members left one after another, including Jiang Yimei and her mother.
My father isn't seriously ill. After he urinates, he'll be fine. He just needs to come early tomorrow morning.
...
At six o'clock, Jiang Yimei got up early to buy breakfast for her parents, even earlier than her mother, who usually gets up early.
When Jiang's mother woke up in the hotel, her daughter was nowhere to be found.
I called to ask and found out that my daughter had gone to buy breakfast, which immediately put my mind at ease.
After one night, the bed next to him was quiet again, because the patient's children had only taken one day off and, seeing that their father was not seriously injured, they all went back to work.
Early in the morning, the patient smelled a very fragrant aroma of porridge, which seemed to be lean meat porridge.
When he thought it was his wife, he found out it was the daughter of the old man in the next bed.
He couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment.
Later, seeing that Jiang Lao's daughter was taking good care of him and feeding him porridge, he couldn't help but feel envious and jealous.
But there was nothing he could do; his family members weren't supportive, so he went to sleep.
Seemingly hearing movement from the hospital bed next to him, Jiang's father couldn't help but sigh, "Oh! My daughter is the best. She can stay by my side every day and take care of me."
Jiang Yimei was speechless, thinking that this old man was really meddlesome: "Dad, can't you just eat your porridge in peace?"
"Time for porridge! Time for porridge!"
Jiang's father was very obedient, but his tone was unexpectedly high.
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