The rich family's parents were robbed, and the milk group went crazy for the boss's family

415: Sweet Candy

The group watched him in silence, their eyes conveying a great deal.

Doesn't he know whether he hit you because he kissed you or because you were being a jerk and deserved to be hit?

Just then, the little girl in my arms raised her face, her clear eyes sparkling with worry, and said softly, "Daddy, Qingqing wants to see Grandpa."

After she finished speaking, she sniffed and looked at people with that cute expression.

Fu Sihuai thought about it and felt that no matter how angry a person was, they should calm down under such a gaze.

"it is good."

He carried Qingqing to the door, opened the ward door amidst the surprised looks of everyone, and then carried Qingqing inside.

Grandpa Fu lay on the hospital bed, his back to the door, his eyes looking out the window at the hospital building.

Hearing the door close, he thought it was the doctor and didn't move.

It wasn't until a childish voice rang out that the old man's heart skipped a beat, and he turned around.

"grandfather!"

Fu Sihuai put her on the ground, and the little one immediately ran towards Grandpa Fu's sickbed as soon as she landed.

As she ran, she called out anxiously, "Grandpa, are you alright?"

Grandpa Fu unconsciously lowered his voice.

"My dear granddaughter, what brings you here?"

Xiao Qingqing stood at the head of the bed, raised her rosy little face, and stared at him with her clear big eyes without blinking.

“My brother brought me here. He said Grandpa was in the hospital.”

The old man knew which brother it was without even asking.

This morning, he was supposed to take Qingqing out to play, but Xiaoyue, that child, was uncivilized. She picked Qingqing up and ran outside, and he couldn't take her back.

Thinking about what happened that morning, he snorted coldly.

That brat is always nagging him; he thinks he doesn't care whether the old man lives or dies.

Then, the old man's gaze moved up from Qingqing's body and landed on Fu Sihuai.

He was very dissatisfied with his son, who stood by the bed like a wooden stake, blocking the light.

"Who let you in?"

Fu Sihuai seemed oblivious to the displeasure in his eyes, and said in a nonchalant tone, "I'm afraid you'll get angry and scold Qingqing."

"I won't!"

After the old man finished speaking, he reached out and rubbed the little girl's fluffy head with a loving look in his eyes.

Just then, the ward door opened again, and this time it was the doctor who came in.

Fu Sihuai moved aside, and Jun Baiji walked over, holding a freshly printed medical report.

Upon seeing his attending physician, the old man lowered his head, looking very guilty.

Jun Baiji placed the medical report on the bedside table, glanced at him indifferently, and said unhurriedly, "You drank quite a bit last month, didn't you?"

The old man, though not entirely convinced of his own righteousness, raised his head and said, "Of course, we have to drink during the New Year, and I only drink good wine."

The more he spoke, the more confident he became.

Jun Baiji's eyes were calm, but he was actually furious with the old man.

Even if Hua Tuo were alive, he couldn't save a patient who wouldn't follow medical advice.

If this person weren't his junior sister's grandfather, he really wouldn't want to get involved with him.

Jun Baiji comes from a family of doctors and became the head of a department at a young age. This is his family's hospital, so he really does have the power to choose his patients.

While he was expressing his dislike for the old man, little did he know that the old man was also secretly criticizing him in his heart.

The old man is so old, everyone treats him with utmost respect.

This attending physician, who is younger than his son, dares to point his finger at him and scold him, and often gives him the cold shoulder.

If it weren't for the fact that he was Qingqing's senior brother, the old man would definitely have chosen someone else.

They both disliked each other quite a bit.

Xiao Qingqing listened quietly to their conversation, her eyes darting back and forth from time to time.

After they finished speaking, she looked up at Jun Baiji with her little face and asked in a childish voice, "Senior brother~ Is my grandpa alright?"

Jun Baiji looked down at her. The little girl was genuinely worried about her grandfather. Her big eyes were wide open, as if they had been washed clean.

It seemed as if the little girl would burst into tears if he said he had something to do.

His voice softened: "It's alright, don't worry. Just go back and drink some traditional Chinese medicine to recuperate."

The little girl finally felt relieved and said thank you softly.

The old man on the hospital bed frowned in displeasure: "I have to take medicine again? I won't take medicine, so don't pick it up for me."

Jun Baiji immediately withdrew the tenderness he had shown Qingqing and looked at him with a cold, unsettling gaze.

"Why didn't you think about this when you were drinking?"

Being scolded in front of his son and granddaughter made the old man somewhat embarrassed and angry.

"Anyway, I won't drink it. Chinese medicine is too bitter. Prescribe me Western medicine instead."

That herbal soup smells so bad it makes me want to vomit.

Hearing these unreasonable words, Jun Baiji was so angry that he laughed.

"Are you the doctor or am I? You just drink whatever I prescribe."

Qingqing got anxious too, and reached out her soft little hand to grab Grandpa Fu, her little mouth pouting.

"Grandpa, you need to take your medicine. You need to take medicine to get better."

Listen to how sensible and caring this little girl is.

Even a four-year-old knows this, but he insists on being stubborn.

Jun Baiji felt that this old man who didn't listen to the doctor's advice was really letting down his junior sister's concern.

Hearing the little girl's words, Grandpa Fu's attitude softened. He held Qingqing's hand and smiled wryly, "My dear granddaughter, you don't know how bitter that Chinese medicine is."

Qingqing listened obediently to him finish speaking, then lowered her head, her soft little hands rummaging in her pocket, and pulled out a peach-flavored candy.

She held out the candy to the old man, looking at him with her big, expectant eyes, and said in a soft, sweet voice, as if presenting a treasure.

"Qingqing has candy, and Grandpa won't feel bitter anymore if he eats the candy."