The little boy hugged the glucose to his chest as if it were a treasure.
Very carefully!
Afraid to lose it.
It seemed like this was his only lifeline.
"Doctor uncle, can I drink it now? I'm afraid my careless mom will lose it..."
Upon hearing this, Chen Cang almost laughed.
The woman standing behind didn't mind her son embarrassing her at all, instead, she laughed so hard her face hurt.
Chen Cang asked Yang Jie to open the glucose, it was just a small 100-milliliter bottle.
The little boy held it up and drank it all down with gulps.
In the face of life, the little boy chose this bottle of "magic water."
After drinking, he patted his stomach and excitedly said: "Doctor uncle, I'm really better now! Thank you for saving my life!"
Old Ma beside him was holding back laughter until his face turned purple.
Chen Cang nodded: "Remember to behave when you go back, don't eat random things, there's only one bag of this stuff."
