"Really?"
"When has Uncle Song ever lied?"
Changqing felt the rims of her eyes warming up inexplicably. Her body was suddenly gently pushed forward by someone. A woman in her thirties walked in and said, "Dr. Song, it was troublesome for you to take care of our Xiao Yu. Aiya, you spent money to buy her food again."
"It's okay; it wasn't much money." Song Chuyi turned back and saw Changqing, who was standing by the door and was dumbfounded for a while. He put the child back in her hospital bed quickly.
However, Xiao Yu grabbed onto him and refused to let go. "Uncle Song, you said you would carry me for a long time."
Xiao Yu's grandma smiled. "Uncle Song still has many patients to look after. If you're going to hog him, what would happen to the other children?"
Only then did Xiao Yu let go of his arm unwillingly.