Fu Bing and Qin Jinhai took turns watching over Chengcheng.
When Chengcheng woke up after the anesthesia wore off, he was groggy and disoriented. Not seeing his mother or sister, he pouted, on the verge of tears.
Fu Bing said warmly, "Mom and sister are tired and have just gone home to rest. Auntie will stay with you for now, is that okay?"
Chengcheng nodded, his eyes red-rimmed.
Fu Bing bent down and kissed his little face. "Does it still hurt?"
Chengcheng slowly shook his head.
"Are you hungry?"
"Hungry."
Fu Bing brought over the nutritious porridge that Nurse Zhang had arranged to be sent and fed him spoonful by spoonful.
Chengcheng ate more than usual, and after he finished, he looked a bit embarrassed.
"Thank you, Auntie."
"You're welcome. If you're feeling unwell, tell Auntie. Don't try to bear it alone."
After all, he was still so young; he might not understand everything said to him.
Chengcheng nodded with innocent eyes.
