Speaking of this, Ning Jun couldn't help sighing.

"You really care about the evening." "Before I came, it was a single room. There was a bathtub in the bathroom. There was a towel at room temperature for 24 hours.

The meals prepared every day, if I guess correctly, are definitely not lunch for patients. Otherwise, there will not be only 15 meals.

Oh, it should have been fourteen before I came.

So, these are meals ordered by your doctor.

You bring all the extra meals for the evening and then you eat the leftovers

The words of Fengbo are well-organized, so that the doctors sitting behind the surveillance camera applaud warmly!

"The boy has a good eye. What should I do? I seem to like this son-in-law more and more!"

"I don't like him! He picked out the pasta I wanted to eat

“…… How old are you? Are you still angry with young people because of what you eat

"I don't care. He eats my pasta. I don't like him!"

Several doctors rushed to comfort the doctor who had been robbed of pasta. The scene was once very chaotic.

In the room, Ning Jun is stunned at the guess of sealing thin.

She had asked about Feng Bo and knew that he was diagnosed with mild schizophrenia.

The onset time of this disease is not stable, plus it is mild, even more do not know when it will come on.

From Feng Bo's words just now, Ning Jun can see that Feng Bo is a smart man when he is not ill.

Ning Jun thinks that as long as he has a feeling for evening and evening, as long as he can accept him, Fengbo is the best destination for evening.

"Well, eat quickly. If you don't eat noodles, you'll have a lump. Remember to have porridge in the evening

You'd better leave time for two young people.

Therefore, Fengbo came to the desk with pasta in one hand and preserved egg and lean meat porridge in the other hand.

The desk is between the two beds, leaning to the side of the mat.

Fengbo is still the old routine. He waves at the seat and says, "it's time to recharge again. Come on, let's recharge together. "

Xi Ying came over cleverly.

She's charging. She's lighting up.

Feng Bo asked Xi Ying to sit on the chair and drink porridge. He was ready to eat noodles standing up.

However, when Xi Ying raised her hands, held a bowl in one hand, and picked up a spoon in the other hand, her pupils shrank suddenly after glancing at her!

He quickly put down the pasta in his hand, carefully and pitifully held Xi Ying's hands, looked at the blood stains on her palm, and asked in a trembling voice, "evening, who made this?"

Xi Ying is staring at the bowl of preserved eggs and lean meat porridge, murmuring, "I want to charge, I want to shine."

But take a look at her bloodstained hands, how can she eat by herself.

"OK, first charge. When charging, tell me who bullied you. Is it OK?"

Coax the child's tone, is sealed thin skilled use.

"Charging." Xi Ying raised her eyes and looked at Feng thin. Her black eyes were full of firmness.

It seems that there is nothing more important than charging in the world.

"OK, charge." The emotion in Feng Bo's eyes is very complicated.

Helpless, heartache, doting.

He took up the porridge bowl and fed him porridge.

The porridge is very thick and smells delicious. It looks like I like it in the evening.

As long as you like it later.

After a few mouthfuls of porridge, Xi Ying's eyes fell on the plate of pasta which was about to lump.

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