Can iron－clad people also get sick?

Anecdotes.

"Well, it‘s a long story, my fragile little body board." Claudia complained and mumbled, lying back on the pillow.

Wu Ruozhen didn‘t know what to say. Sympathy seemed unnecessary. Laughing seemed inappropriate.

In a dilemma, Rowan changed his clothes and came out of the bathroom.

Wu Ruo immediately stood up, looking at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, respectfully.

"It‘s nothing, you go home."

A light sentence, for Wu Ruo, such as amnesty.

"Miss Mu, you are recovering well."

"Uh－huh, good."

"President, I‘ll go first." After smearing oil on the soles of her feet, Wu Ruo "grinned" and ran out of the ward, as if a ghost was chasing her behind her.

"Look how you scared people."

Claudia snorted, hastily changed to a bitter face and pitifully touched his stomach for Rowan‘s heavy and cold phoenix eyes. "Rowan, I am hungry."

"Starve to death is the best."

"Rowan, I‘m hungry. I‘m so hungry."

"..."

The sword‘s eyebrows puckered, and he was silent for a long time. He said impatiently, "Wait."

Opening the ward door, a group of little nurses stood firm in a hurry and looked at him one by one in panic and shyness.

Rowan finally understood what Wu Ruo meant just now.

"Are you free?" Cold voice hit the floor.

The little nurses were stunned for three seconds and birds and animals scattered.

What kind of hospital is this?

Don‘t nurses take care of patients?

Rowan thought angrily, looking for food for the hungry little woman.

Although there was a coquetry act just now, Claudia was really hungry.

Looking around, I couldn‘t find anything to eat.

She leaned against the bed and waited quietly for Rowan to come back and feed her.

Just when I was bored, someone knocked on the door twice and came in.

The little nurse in charge of her hanging water was the same as last night.

"Are you feeling any better?"

The little head nurse‘s smile was very pleasing.

Claudia smiled and nodded, "Much better."

Help her pull out the needle on the back of her hand. The little nurse packed up her things and could not help but say, "Your boyfriend is so kind to you."

"Hmm?"

"When he sent you over last night, he almost quarreled with our doctor Zhang on duty. It seems that he cares about you very much."

"Well, there is, is there?"

"Uh－huh, he was always watching you when you were hanging water. I have never seen such a good boyfriend before. Cherish it." With that, the little nurse blinked at Claudia and turned out of the ward.

Claudia sipped her lips, but still could not, revealing her smile.

Rowan came back soon, carrying a bag with porridge and two side dishes, both of which were light in taste.

The small table was set and he put on all the food he had bought.

Claudia looked at him with such concentration and did not blink.

Rowan looked askance and frowned and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"No." She nibbled at the tail, childish.

He handed her the spoon and pulled up his chair and sat down beside the bed.

After scooping a mouthful of porridge and blowing it cold, she handed it to his mouth and smiled, "Ah."

"Tut!" He dodged back for a moment, and his brow wrinkled deeper. "Eat it yourself."

"No, aren‘t you hungry? Eat together."

"Claudia." He shouted her name, also don‘t know what tone.

There are also annoyances and shame.

Claudia pushed his luck and groaned, insisting that he eat a bite before giving up.

Rowan hasn‘t seen her so concentrated in pettish yet, and she doesn‘t know how to deal with it at the moment.

The spoon poked porridge into the corners of her mouth. She gently coaxed her, "Open your mouth, ah."

As a result of the accident, he opened his mouth and contained porridge.

"Is it delicious?"

"Uh－huh."

"Then I‘ll try it." He also scooped up a mouthful of porridge and swallowed it. Claudia nodded, "It tastes really good."

In fact, it is the most common rice congee, where does it taste?

However, it is strange that the two of them all tasted a little sweet at the same time, but they didn‘t say anything.

In this way, a bowl of porridge, two people eat.

None of them are full, but to some extent they are full.