novelraw Chapter 189: Mr. Zhan is actually sick
Chapter 189: Mr. Zhan is actually sick
Chapter 189 Young Master Zhan is actually sick
An An's eyes suddenly lit up when she heard that the call was from Zhan Xiaoting, and she happily accepted the call.
"Then you and daddy take your time and chat, I'm going to cook." Tang Weiwei left these words and returned to the kitchen.
"Dad..." he called cheerfully.
Hearing An An call so affectionately, Zhan Xiaoting finally felt a little happy.
An An is much more conscientious than that little woman Tang Weiwei.
"Hey, good son, do you miss daddy?" Zhan Xiaoting asked.
Although they had only met in the morning, An An still said enthusiastically, "Of course I want to."
"What about your mother?" Zhan Xiaoting couldn't help but ask.
An An stretched out her head and glanced at her mother, who was busy cooking in the kitchen. She felt that her father would not be happy if she told the truth.
However, my mother said that children should not lie.
After struggling for a while, child An An said honestly, "No!"
Zhan Xiaoting suddenly gritted his teeth in anger.
Seeing that he didn't speak, An An asked uneasily, "Dad, did I say the wrong thing?"
"No..." After Zhan Xiaoting answered, he started coughing.
Upon seeing this, An An immediately asked worriedly, "Dad, what's wrong with you?"
"It's nothing, I just feel a little uncomfortable." Zhan Xiaoting replied in a weak voice, "I guess it's because I didn't recover well in the hospital last time."
After saying that, he coughed twice more, "It's okay. I didn't see you and your mother when I came back, so I was a little worried. Now that I know you and your mother are fine, I feel relieved. Then I won't disturb you. Wait for me. I’ll see you again when you feel better.”
Immediately afterwards, he hung up the phone.
At this time, Tang Weiwei's dinner was also ready.
She put the dinner on the dining table, glanced at the living room, and saw that An An had finished making the phone call, and then she shouted, "An An is ready to eat."
"Oh, here we come." An An came over, returned the phone to her mother, and sat obediently in her own seat.
"Let's eat." Tang Weiwei served him a bowl of rice and said in a good mood, "Today, my mother cooked all your favorite dishes to celebrate our move to a new home today."
While talking, she started to pick up food for An An.
But An An looked a little listless and depressed.
Even when he saw his favorite sweet and sour pork ribs, he was indifferent. He would have been very happy as long as he had this dish in the past.
Just because his illness was not cured yet, I didn't let him eat more every time.
She cooked a big plate today. An An should be very happy. How could he...
"An An, what's wrong with you?" Tang Weiwei frowned, put down the bowl in her hand, and asked worriedly, "Are you feeling unwell?"
With that said, she reached out to touch An An's forehead.
An An knew that what her mother was most afraid of was getting sick. She had been sick before, and it had really frightened her.
He immediately shook his head and said, "Mom, I'm fine, I'm not feeling uncomfortable."
"Then why do you look so lethargic?" Upon hearing this, Tang Weiwei breathed a sigh of relief knowing that he was fine.
"It's dad who's not feeling well!" An An replied.
Tang Weiwei was stunned for a moment.
When she was talking to Zhan Xiaoting on the phone just now, she didn't notice that he was sick.
But since An An said that, she still asked, "Really? What's wrong with him? What's wrong with him?"
So An An repeated what Zhan Xiaoting had just said.
After repeating it, he bit his lip and looked at Tang Weiwei uneasily, "Mom, dad is not feeling well, is it because of me?" Upon hearing this, Tang Weiwei immediately denied, "Of course not, the reason why dad is feeling uncomfortable is It’s because he is too busy every day and makes himself sick.”
"Really?" An An asked dubiously.
Tang Weiwei said with confidence, "Of course it's true. Mom is an adult. Do you think you know better, or does mom know better?"
"Mom knows better."
"Isn't that okay?" Tang Weiwei touched his head and said, "Okay, dad's illness has nothing to do with you, so stop thinking about it."
"Hurry up and eat. If you don't eat, the sweet and sour pork ribs that mom made for you will go cold and it won't taste good by then."
After all, An An was still a child. When he heard what she said, he immediately forgot about what happened just now and started to feast.
"It's delicious..." he praised while eating.
"It's delicious, just eat more. Only by eating more can you grow tall, strong and healthy in the future." Tang Weiwei smiled and served him some vegetables.
An An ate happily.
It was the absent-minded person's turn and became Tang Weiwei.
But because she concealed it well, An An didn't notice it.
After dinner, Tang Weiwei put away the dishes, took the storybook to An An's room, read the storybook, and coaxed him to sleep.
Soon, An An fell asleep.
Tang Weiwei tucked him in and quietly left the room. Just now she swore that Zhan Xiaoting's discomfort had nothing to do with his bone marrow donation.
It was just to comfort An An, fearing that he would have random thoughts. After all, he was more sensitive because of his illness.
In fact, I was a little worried. Zhan Xiaoting was not feeling well because of the bone marrow donation, especially since he also said that he did not recover well in the hospital last time.
Because of this incident, Tang Weiwei tossed and turned a little at night and couldn't sleep.
The next day.
Tang Weiwei got up and made breakfast with huge dark circles under her eyes.
An An was shocked when she saw it.
"Mom, you look like the national treasure giant panda..." He pointed at Tang Weiwei's dark circles.
Tang Weiwei touched the dark circles under her eyes, her body a little stiff.
She tried her best to cover it with liquid foundation, but the dark circles under her eyes were too big to cover.
"Eat quickly." She patted An An's head and said.
An An ate obediently, "Oh!"
After eating, Tang Weiwei was still a little worried about Zhan Xiaoting. After much hesitation, she still called him.
As a result, as soon as the phone rang, the call was connected instantly, as if the person on the other end of the phone was waiting for the call.
Before she could think about it, Zhan Xiaoting's voice rang out, and he asked in a cold tone, "What do you want from me?"
"Um..." Tang Weiwei asked, "I heard from An An that you are a little uncomfortable."
Zhan Xiaoting's voice sounded a little dull, "Well..."
"Is it caused by donating bone marrow to An An?" Tang Weiwei pursed her lips and asked.
"I don't know." Zhan Xiaoting's voice sounded a little cold, "Anyway, I haven't been feeling well since I came back from the hospital."
Tang Weiwei's heart suddenly tightened.
Feeling uncomfortable after coming back from the hospital?
That was most likely caused by donating bone marrow.
(End of chapter)