"Oh," Huangfu Xian’s expression relaxed imperceptibly.
"Big brother! You’re awake!"
The little mushroom had arrived.
Doctor Song smiled and said to little Jingkong, "Jingkong’s here? You chat with the big brother for a while. I’ll take Xiaobao out first."
"Mhm!" Little Jingkong nodded vigorously.
Doctor Song carried Gu Xiaobao, who was sucking his fingers, out, and little Jingkong trotted to the bedside, his big, round eyes staring at Huangfu Xian, "Big brother, you’ve slept for two whole days! How do you feel? Is there anything uncomfortable?"
Huangfu Xian thought, Do all the people here speak in the same way when asking questions?
"No," Huangfu Xian replied nonchalantly.
Little Jingkong leaned on the bed edge, blinking at him, "Are you hungry then?"
Huangfu Xian said, "Not hungry."
"You’re amazing. You haven’t eaten anything for two days and you’re not hungry." Little Jingkong pointed to the bed beneath him, "You’re sleeping in my bed! Is it comfortable?"
Huangfu Xian said, "Your bed is very hard."
Huangfu Xian liked a soft bed, while little Jingkong was used to sleeping on hard beds in the Temple, coincidentally Xiao Hen, who had fallen on hard times over the years, also slept on hard beds.
Little Jingkong lay sprawled on the bed, his little feet kicking rhythmically on the floor, "Jiaojiao’s bed is very soft, but, but it can’t be given to you to sleep in. Only I can sleep in Jiaojiao’s bed."
Huangfu Xian glanced at him sideways, muttering discontentedly, "Who wants to sleep in it?"
Suddenly, little Jingkong pulled out a small milk pastry from his pouch, "Big brother, do you want to eat this?"
Huangfu Xian turned his face away, "I don’t eat this kind of stuff."
Little Jingkong stuffed the milk pastry into his mouth.
A rich creamy flavor spread between his lips and teeth, carrying a delicate sweetness, and Huangfu Xian was suddenly stunned.
Little Jingkong tilted his little head, asking, "Is it tasty? Jiaojiao made it!"
Huangfu Xian didn’t speak, just hummed vaguely with it in his mouth.
Meanwhile, Gu Jiao had finally finished treating the last patient. Without taking a break, she changed into her night gear and planned to go out. Just as she reached the doorway, she was blocked by Princess Xinyang’s carriage.
Yujin opened the curtains for Princess Xinyang, who looked indifferently at Gu Jiao and asked, "Dressed up like that, where are you going?"
"Cough, cough!"
A man’s cough came from inside the carriage.
"Shut up," Princess Xinyang turned and said.
Xiao Hen clammed up.
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