Chapter 410: are you real uncle
It's up to your mother if she knows the reason, will she listen to you?
If there are other things, it is certain that your mother protects you, but now you are sick and do not take medicine, but it is not necessarily.
On this point, Fu Jiyan admitted that he knew his wife very well.
So, don't be afraid.
"Aban, come and help."
"Okay, Second Young Master."
This time, a certain child is no different from the fish on the chopping board. He can't move his hands and feet, his chin is also caught by his father's two fingers, and he can't move his neck even if he wants to.
Then, the small mouth was abruptly opened, and the bottle of Huoxiangzheng Qi liquid was about to be poured directly.
Fortunately, Director Jia next to him said in time:
"Young Master Fu, you can't do this, you'll choke the young master."
Children's throats are already thin, and if they choke again, it's easy to have an accident.
Fu Jiyan was stunned for a moment, the corner of his mouth twitched uncomfortably a few times before he twitched, and then he asked softly:
"What needs to be done?"
Director Jia gestured:
"In this way, it is enough to lean diagonally, and the speed should not be too fast."
Someone nodded:
"it is good."
For a time, the whole ward was filled with the cries of children, but it was miserable.
However, his father remained unaffected and continued to pump.
Until the bottle of potion is all filled.
Aban handed over the cold and warm water in time, and after Fu Jiyan took it, he was about to feed the little cub.
Then, most of the glass of water was thrown out directly.
"I don't drink, you go! I don't want you! Bad dad!"
Ooh!
A large area of Fu Jiyan's pajamas was wet in the front. He stood up, his eyes suddenly sharpened:
"Fu Zhizhou, try again!"
Get used to it!
Forehead...
The little boy's face was full of tears, saliva, snot, etc. He raised his little head and looked at his father pitifully.
In the end, still cowardly.
Dad seems really angry?
You poured a glass of water all over your dad's clothes, what do you think?
"Woooooo...Dad...Dad..."
After screaming twice, he hugged his dad's waist again, and buried his small head on his dad's stomach.
No matter how big the anger, this time it almost dissipated.
He stretched out his arms to hug the little brat, and at the same time asked the doctor beside him:
"Director Jia, we can go back now, right?"
"Well, yes, don't forget to feed the child more water when you go back."
Fu Jiyan nodded:
"Okay, trouble."
"It should be."
After entering the elevator, Aban received a message from his companion:
"Second Young Master, there are quite a few paparazzi outside the hospital."
Really, professional enough?
Fu Jiyan glanced at the little man in his arms, and immediately pressed the little cub's head into his arms:
"Fu Zhizhou, don't show your face before getting in the car!"
"Oh."
With a ding, the elevator door opened.
Sure enough, there were already many people blocking the door.
There are family members and many children.
This, in the face of adults, you can leave with a cold face and ignore it, but for a group of children, some can't do it.
"Wow, uncle, are you a real uncle? I saw you on TV!"
"Yes, I have seen it, and I have seen it several times!"
Aban protects the father and son, but it's not actually a protector, he just clears the way.
"Come on, let Rang, let Rang, thank you."
When Fu Jiyan passed by the group of children, he stopped, and then smiled at the children:
"Goodbye, rest early."
"Good uncle."
"Goodbye uncle."
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