She doesn't want to pretend anymore

When she woke up, she suddenly saw Yan Zhan's face and subconsciously hugged his neck.

Manshu didn't say anything, but he clenched his teeth and hugged Yan Zhan very tightly.

However, her strength was nothing to Yan Zhan.

"Manman?" Yan Zhan knew that she must have been frightened by a nightmare, so he didn't push her away. Instead, he patted her back in an accommodating manner.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

The man's voice was low and plain, but it gave people infinite power.

There was a faint cold fragrance on Yan Zhan's body, which seemed to be able to soothe people's hearts.

Manshu held her for a while before he came to his senses and quickly let her go.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Uncle San, I didn't mean it."

Manshu's ears felt hot when he thought about hugging Yan Zhan just now.

"Are you having a nightmare?" Yan Zhan didn't care. He stood up and said, "I'll go get you some water."

"Wait!" Manshu was anxious and grabbed Yan Zhan's hand directly.

"I don't want to drink water." Her voice was hoarse. "Uncle San, why are you in my house?"

That’s right, Manshu was definitely at home.

She didn't know how Yan Zhan got in, but she was sure that she locked the door after returning home.

"I called you, but no one answered."

Yan Zhan remembered that she said her grandmother had returned to the village, and was worried that something had happened to her, so he rushed over immediately.

After making sure that someone was in the house and no one answered the phone, Yan Zhan used some special techniques to unlock the door.

When I came in, I found Manshu sleeping and she was still having a fever.

He was sweating and his face was red.

He originally planned to wake someone up and take her to the hospital, but he found out that she was having a nightmare.

I don’t know what she dreamed about, but the fear in the dream was conveyed.

She was struggling and calling out to him.

Yan Zhan didn't want to admit that his heart beat faster when he heard Manshu calling him in his dream.

But when he heard her calling for help in her dream, he started to worry again.

There is no need to explain these in detail to Manshu.

"You have a fever. Get up and put on your clothes. I'll take you to the hospital."

As he spoke, Yan Zhan glanced at her hand holding his again.

Also, the little girl is now wearing pajamas, with her delicate collarbone half exposed.

His eyes darkened. The little girl was in this state, yet she still dared to hold the man's hand. It seemed that she was not aware of the danger at all.

"I don't want to go to the hospital." Seeing that Yan Zhan wanted to send her to the hospital, Manshu simply grabbed his hand and refused to let go.

A pair of wet eyes with red corners, looking pitiful, would make anyone feel soft-hearted.

Yan Zhan rubbed her hair helplessly: "Okay, then I won't go."

"I'll call Childhood and ask him to come over."

This time, Yan Zhan did not give Manshu a chance to refuse and directly dialed the number.

A childhood where you got off the operating table at 6:30 in the morning and slept for less than two hours?

The phone rang several times, and he thought that the patient who had performed surgery previously was in a bad condition.

As soon as the call was picked up, Yan Zhan asked him to go to Manshu's house, saying that the little girl had a fever.

"Brother, you are my real brother, okay? I just closed my eyes after a whole night of surgery, and you called me!"

"Then it's better not to sleep." Yan Zhan was not worried about Tongnian's health at all. "Come and see her before you sleep."

Childhood was so angry: "No, I really didn't sleep well. I just have a fever, not a serious illness. In this way, I will let someone else go. Don't worry, I guarantee that he is someone I can trust."

After saying that, this time Tongnian didn’t give Yan Zhan a chance to object and hung up the phone faster than him.

He hung up the phone, quickly found the other person's number and dialed it.