Ou Chunhua squinted his eyes.
Up ahead, Ou Shihua proactively invited the siblings into his son's hospital room.
Ou Yanan was lying in the hospital bed; indeed, the bandage wrapped around his head had not been removed, but his whole body was clean and tidy, without any traces of blood. His face did not appear pale either.
If it weren't for the hospital gown, he wouldn't look like a patient needing hospitalization.
In reality, apart from forgetting some things, his other vital signs seemed quite good, with no unusual traits.
Sitting at the head of the bed, he was flipping through a hefty medical dictionary, using the light streaming in through the window to read.
Little Pudding only had to see his earnest reading expression to feel involuntary admiration. This brother truly has the qualities of a doctor, even now, he never forgets to study.
