A week has passed by so quickly.
Sheng Lingyun, who received treatment, quickly recovered physically.
The doctor advised him to take good care of his health to prepare for the bone marrow donation surgery. Every day, Xia Shushu personally stews nourishing soups for him and Qiao An to strengthen their bodies.
Preparing for the upcoming surgery.
Qiao An could refuse Mu Jingxi, but she couldn't refuse Xia Shushu's kindness.
After half a month of being fed, Qiao An gained eight pounds.
Her face looked a bit fleshier as Mu Jingxi inspected her face from side to side, nodding with satisfaction, "Aunt Xia definitely knows what she's doing."
"Oh, really?" Qiao An rubbed her cheeks, "Have I gained weight?"
"You're not fat." Mu Jingxi pulled her into his arms, encircling her with his arm and resting his chin on the top of her head, affectionately nuzzling, "A bit more flesh would be even better."
Since she got sick, Mu Jingxi had witnessed firsthand how much weight she had lost.
