Chapter 575: She only drinks soup (1/2)

This soup may be hot again.

Ye Shuyun sighed, she pushed the soup to Yiling's side, ”Drink it yourself, or wait for her to wake up, the soup has been left for a long time, and the drink is not good, I let your aunty be Make a copy.”

”I can't drink it,” Yi Ling put the soup down, and she couldn't eat it either. Huanhuan didn't eat or drink for so long. How could she eat and drink too much? She couldn't do such a thing. .

”Drink it, waste it,” Ye Shuyun patted Ye Yiling's shoulder, and then came over and sat on the edge of the bed, so quietly guarding Yan Huan, fortunately, Yan Huan is still, at least, Let her have someone to guard and worry about, otherwise she might be really crazy.

In the afternoon, the babysitter brought an insulated lunch box again.

”Today I boiled the chicken broth for four hours. This soup is very tonic and best for the patients.”

Ye Shuyun held a small bowl, and Tang Gang had a strong fragrance as soon as he arrived.

This soup tastes very good, very fresh, and very tonic.

Ye Shuyun carried the soup and sat in front of Yan Huan. Then she took the spoon and scooped up some soup, blowing it carefully, and then put it on Yan Huan's mouth.

”Huanhuan, have a sip.”

Yan Huan still didn’t move and didn’t drink, and Ye Shuyun’s hands were sour. She blew the soup again, and she just wanted her to take a sip, even if she took a sip, she put the bowl down , Ready to go out and ask He Yibin to discuss, what to do if you don’t eat, or injection, or she must starve herself to death, but Yan Huan really has no place to get an injection, and if it is done, it’s all about it. It's head or foot.

The door was closed gently, and with a slight closing sound, it seemed like there was a kind of sourness, so I got into Yan Huan's heart.

In Yan Huan's pupils, who were always godless, it was like a pool of lake water being blown by the wind, and then a layer after layer of ripples appeared.

”Have a good soup,” the man said, touching her face.

”Okay, she promises.”

”Have a good meal,” he said again

”Okay, she still promises.”

”Have a good soup,” her red lips touched, and almost no sound could be heard.

Slowly, she held out her hand and picked up the bowl of soup from the table, but it was powerless. She always seemed to throw the bowl down. She took the bowl to her mouth and took a sip. .

It's just that her tears fell into the bowl like this, one, two, three, or even more. She didn't know whether to drink in her mouth, or drink the bitter fruits she left behind, or drink The original taste.

What to do, she can't taste it.

The door of the ward was opened, and He Yibin just stepped into one foot. The door was closed quickly.

”What's wrong?” Ye Shuyun, who was behind him, asked quickly.

He Yibin pulled Ye Shuyun aside, and then said in a whisper, ”I've already had soup.”