One big and one small are practicing love

Hearing the noise, Liu Xiaochen immediately woke up, stood up, and came to the bedside.

"The patient can only eat liquid food now. This is sea cucumber and millet porridge. Help the patient up and drink some rice porridge. Rest for half an hour after the meal, and then start giving the patient medicine." After the nurse finished speaking, she left.

Liu Xiaochen first raised the bed, then raised the small table, and finally placed the lunch box on the small table.

"I don't want to move, you feed me." Zuo Kunmin said calmly.

Just as Liu Xiaochen was about to stand up, he glanced at Zuo Kunmin when he heard these words. Thinking of the businessman in the first healing class, knowing what Zuo Kunmin was like now, it was not easy to directly tell him that he needed care.

"Okay!" Liu Xiaochen said, sitting back. Pick up the insulated lunch box and pick up the white porcelain spoon.

Zuo Kunmin leaned on the pillow peacefully and looked straight at Liu Xiaochen. Seeing her as usual, she slowly scooped a spoonful of rice porridge along the edge of the bowl, lowered her head and puffed her mouth and blew twice, then steadily brought it to his mouth.

"Is it hot?"

"Just right. Why do you scoop rice porridge along the edge of the bowl?"

Liu Xiaochen just scooped up a spoonful and said: "The rice porridge on the edge of the bowl is cold first, and the bottom is still hot. If you stir it, the rice and water will spread out, and the porridge will not be fragrant."

"You have a lot of life experience."

"When I was a child, my mother told me when she asked me to feed my brother. Everyone in the village knows it."

After saying that, Liu Xiaochen slowly fed the spoonful of rice porridge to Zuo Kunmin's mouth.

Zuo Kunmin had just swallowed the porridge in his mouth when he suddenly saw a few small bruises on Liu Xiaochen's neck. He frowned and said, "What's the matter with the bruises on your neck?"

Liu Xiaochen was blowing the rice porridge with his head down. He remembered yesterday morning and knew that Shen Liang had dropped it. He said, "Mosquito bites. There are many mosquitoes over there in Hangzhou."

After that, they stopped talking. Liu Xiaochen patiently fed Zuo Kunmin porridge one spoonful at a time. Zuo Kunmin looked at ease and relaxed, like a child, enjoying Liu Xiaochen's care.

After feeding the last spoonful, Liu Xiaochen took a paper towel, handed it to Zuo Kunmin, and said, "We just finished eating. Please sit down for a while while I wash the bowl and spoon."

Zuo Kunmin wiped his mouth and said, "Okay, after washing, you go have lunch. After eating, come here and rest."

Just as he finished speaking, there was a sudden knock on the door. Thinking it was the medical staff, Liu Xiaochen said directly: "Please come in."

I saw an old gentleman with gray hair and elegant temperament striding in. He went straight to the bedside, and when he saw Zuo Kunmin, he bowed and said, "Hello, Mr. Zuo!"

Zuo Kunmin immediately sat up straight, reached out to help the old man, and said, "Uncle Zhou, don't be so polite. Why are you here?"

Liu Xiaochen held the lunch box in his hand and stood blankly, staring at the old gentleman in front of him. His eyebrows looked very much like Zhou Qing's.

The old man stood up straight and said: "I saw on the news that you were seriously ill, so I came here immediately. Mr. Zuo, although I have retired from the business circle for many years, I have been paying attention to Chu Tang. At the moment, do you have any questions?" Wherever I am needed, I will definitely do it.”

Zuo Kunmin raised his eyes and looked at Liu Xiaochen and said: "Xiaoxiao, put down the bowl and spoon and wait for the nurse to come and collect them later. You go to eat first. After eating, go to the hotel next to the hospital and have a good sleep. Zhiming has made a reservation. We have given you a room and your suitcase has been sent to you, so you don’t have to come over in the afternoon.”

"Okay, you should pay attention to your health and don't work too hard." After Liu Xiaochen said that, he put down the bowl and chopsticks, gently opened the door and left.

After Liu Xiaochen left, Zuo Kunmin asked the old man to sit down, and then talked to him about work.

Yes, Zuo Kunmin needs someone in particular to help him temporarily manage the company. This old gentleman is Zhou Youren, the founder of the company, his father's most proud assistant, and the president of the early Tang Dynasty.

But what happened to Zhou Qing and Zuo Kunmin happened. Zhou Youren felt that his discipline was not strict and his face was tarnished, so he resigned and severed the father-daughter relationship with Zhou Qing. From then on, he retired from the business circle.

"Uncle Zhou, are you really willing to come back and help me manage the company?"

"Well, as long as you don't mind Qingqing's business and really need me, I'm willing."

Speaking of Zhou Qing, Zuo Kunmin lowered his head and said, "I was mainly blamed for what happened back then, which caused the relationship between your father and daughter to break. After so many years, have you not contacted Zhou Qing?"

"Alas!" Zhou Youren shook his head and said, "Let's not mention what happened back then. She has her own life, so let her go. Mr. Zuo, don't mention her anymore. If you are not in good health, please tell me about your work matters as soon as possible. It's okay. I'm going to work, and you can rest in peace and recuperate."

Next, they started talking about work. Because Zhou Youren had long-term management experience and knew enough about the early Tang Dynasty, the handover of work went smoothly.

Halfway through, the nurse came over to give injections, deliver medicine, and take the temperature, and Zuo Kunmin took a short rest. That's it, let's continue the handover work.

It took more than three hours to complete the handover of the general work content, and we only have to wait for tomorrow to sign some important handover documents.

After Zhou Youren learned about his job, he contacted Li Zhiming and went to the company.

After handing over the work and the hypnotic effect of the drug, Zuo Kunmin was very tired and sleepy. It was already dark and the wind was blowing loudly. At this time, Bian Chang was by his side.

"Please help me call Xiaoxiao."

"No need to call, she just called me and told you to have a good rest. She is a little dizzy and wants to sleep, so she won't come over at night."

"Is she sick?"

"When I heard her speak, her nasal voice was a little thick, maybe she had a cold. Don't worry, she has lived alone for so long and can take care of herself."

After listening, Zuo Kunmin turned to look at the medicine bottle above his head, the testing instruments beside him, and the clip on his finger. He is unable to protect himself now, let alone take care of her. This is the reality. The only way is to take good care of her.