Doctor Yan put the tray on the table and softly said, "Young Master Huang, you should eat a little. A person is like iron, rice is like steel. If you don't eat, how can you take good care of Doctor Xia?"
Huangfu Jingchen listened to these words, stood up, walked over, and started eating immediately.
Fortunately, it was thin porridge, so it wasn't hard to drink. He finished it in a few gulps, put down the bowl, and returned to the bedside.
Doctor Yan watched him as if he floated over and back, his steps unsteady, his eyes glazed, and filled with red streaks.
As a doctor, even though he had seen more life and death than most, the sorrow of losing loved ones, at this moment, he couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh in his heart.
What good people they are.
Doctor Xia, Young Master Huang, they were merely passersby to Wangshan Town.
