Chapter: 1334
Shi Mo left shortly after his wife left, and was called away by a phone call.
But before he left, he left her a lot of things to pass the time, so that she would not be so boring in the hospital alone.
Soon, a week passed, and Fu Xiaoyao had almost adapted to life in a foreign hospital.
During this period, the burns on her body gradually scabbed over, and the bandages could be removed.
It's just that Fu Xiaoyao refused to take it off no matter what, because once she was curious about what she looked like now, she untied a bandage a little bit.
When she saw her face under the bandages, she broke down.
She couldn't imagine that the unrecognizable person in the mirror was herself, and because of this, her emotions were almost depressed this week, and only when her family came, did she manage to get better.
"Drink some soup, Mom made it for you specially." Shi Mo came in with a thermos bucket, and said to Fu Xiaoyao who was sitting on the hospital bed sullenly.
Fu Xiaoyao moved her eyes to look at him, "What kind of soup? Could it be chicken soup again?"
This week, Shimu made chicken soup for her almost every day, and she almost vomited.
Of course, it's not that the taste is bad. On the contrary, it tastes very good. It's just that no matter how good the taste is, you can't stand it if you drink it every day.
The flash of fear in Fu Xiaoyao's eyes was captured by Shi Mo.
He curled his lips and smiled slightly, "Don't worry, it's not this time, Mom knows you're tired of chicken soup, so I specially made other soups for you, very light."
"That's it, that's good." Fu Xiaoyao patted her chest and let out a soft breath.
Shi Mo brought out a bowl of soup and served it to her, "Slow down, it's hot!"
"It's okay, I'll blow it on." Fu Xiaoyao smiled and took the bowl with both hands.
The soup this time is pork belly soup. There are a few green onions floating on the milky white soup, which makes people very appetizing.
Fu Xiaoyao stirred the soup twice with a spoon, then scooped up a spoonful and blew it gently into her mouth. The delicious taste filled her whole taste buds, making her eyes light up.
"Delicious!"
"Drink more if it tastes good, there's still more in it." Shi Mo pointed to the thermos bucket beside the bed.
Fu Xiaoyao hummed, and continued to drink the soup in the bowl.
Halfway through drinking, there was a knock on the door of the ward.
Fu Xiaoyao stopped and looked at Shi Mo.
Shi Mo closed the magazine in his hand, looked towards the door, "Come in."
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But before he left, he left her a lot of things to pass the time, so that she would not be so boring in the hospital alone.
Soon, a week passed, and Fu Xiaoyao had almost adapted to life in a foreign hospital.
During this period, the burns on her body gradually scabbed over, and the bandages could be removed.
It's just that Fu Xiaoyao refused to take it off no matter what, because once she was curious about what she looked like now, she untied a bandage a little bit.
When she saw her face under the bandages, she broke down.
She couldn't imagine that the unrecognizable person in the mirror was herself, and because of this, her emotions were almost depressed this week, and only when her family came, did she manage to get better.
"Drink some soup, Mom made it for you specially." Shi Mo came in with a thermos bucket, and said to Fu Xiaoyao who was sitting on the hospital bed sullenly.
Fu Xiaoyao moved her eyes to look at him, "What kind of soup? Could it be chicken soup again?"
This week, Shimu made chicken soup for her almost every day, and she almost vomited.
Of course, it's not that the taste is bad. On the contrary, it tastes very good. It's just that no matter how good the taste is, you can't stand it if you drink it every day.
The flash of fear in Fu Xiaoyao's eyes was captured by Shi Mo.
He curled his lips and smiled slightly, "Don't worry, it's not this time, Mom knows you're tired of chicken soup, so I specially made other soups for you, very light."
"That's it, that's good." Fu Xiaoyao patted her chest and let out a soft breath.
Shi Mo brought out a bowl of soup and served it to her, "Slow down, it's hot!"
"It's okay, I'll blow it on." Fu Xiaoyao smiled and took the bowl with both hands.
The soup this time is pork belly soup. There are a few green onions floating on the milky white soup, which makes people very appetizing.
Fu Xiaoyao stirred the soup twice with a spoon, then scooped up a spoonful and blew it gently into her mouth. The delicious taste filled her whole taste buds, making her eyes light up.
"Delicious!"
"Drink more if it tastes good, there's still more in it." Shi Mo pointed to the thermos bucket beside the bed.
Fu Xiaoyao hummed, and continued to drink the soup in the bowl.
Halfway through drinking, there was a knock on the door of the ward.
Fu Xiaoyao stopped and looked at Shi Mo.
Shi Mo closed the magazine in his hand, looked towards the door, "Come in."
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