Zhao Jianpeng took out the heat preservation bucket, took out the food inside, and put it on the table on the hospital bed: "this is made by Sister Zhang. It's all your favorite. Eat more."

Shen Mengxin's right hand is holding a hanging bottle, his left hand is picking up chopsticks and picking up an egg, but just when he was going to eat it, the egg fell on the table. Shen Mengxin is not discouraged. He picks up another piece, but the result is the same.

Shen Mengxin has been drinking porridge for two days. Smelling the flavor of the meal, her saliva is coming out, but she can't...