"Don't cry, don't cry, I'm still alive, don't worry."
"Mom, I thought I would never see you again."
Fang Miaomiao's mouth twitched, but she knew this wasn't the time for jokes. She had originally wanted to carry Wen Yan'an to her own bed, but then she remembered she was still on an IV drip.
"Mom, it's okay, you don't need to carry me up. I just want to know you're okay."
Fang Miaomiao sighed softly, "Are you blaming yourself?"
As soon as she spoke, tears streamed down Wen Yan'an's face uncontrollably, "Mom, I brought you the mushrooms. If I hadn't brought them, you wouldn't have been poisoned and wouldn't have ended up in the hospital."
"Good boy."
"Mom, I'm sorry."
Fang Miaomiao sighed deeply and finally let Wen Yan'an cry by her bedside.
Tsk, it was a good thing she could sit up. If she couldn't even sit up, and Wen Yan'an was crying beside her like this, people would think she had a serious illness and was dying, rather than just being poisoned by mushrooms.
Wen Yan'an cried for a long time, finally sobbing and still calling out "Mom" between hiccups.
"Are you done crying?"
Wen Yan'an nodded, "I'm done crying."
"Are you going to cry more?"
Wen Yan'an shook her head.
Fang Miaomiao then handed Wen Yan'an the tissues from the cabinet, "Wipe your tears."
Wen Yan'an obediently wiped his tears.
"Can you listen to me properly now?"
Wen Yan'an looked at Fang Miaomiao with his two big red eyes, tearfully, "Mom, you say."
"You brought the mushrooms, didn't you?"
When he heard the word "mushrooms," Wen Yan'an almost couldn't hold back his tears again, but he forcefully suppressed them and nodded, "It was me."
"Then, did you roast them?"
Wen Yan'an shook his head, "An'an is not tall enough, and I don't know how to roast them."
"Then that's that. They weren't roasted by you, so what does it have to do with you?"
"But..." Wen Yan'an hesitated for a long time, not knowing how to refute.
"Good son, if it's not your fault, you can't take the blame, understand? This was not your fault at all. The mushrooms were not cooked, which no one could have predicted. You can only blame your mom for being unlucky."
"Mom."
"Stop right there. Did you hear what I just said?"
Fang Miaomiao didn't understand why this child always liked to take responsibility that wasn't his. This was not a good habit.
"I understand, Mom."
"Good boy. Didn't you hear Aunt Mantong say that Uncle Zhao also ate them and was poisoned? Right? Did you bring Uncle Zhao's mushrooms?"
"No."
"See?" Fang Miaomiao clapped her hands. "That's it. It was the undercooked mushrooms that caused our poisoning, not you asking me to eat them that caused my poisoning." Fang Miaomiao's tone turned, "Or did An'an know the mushrooms were undercooked, so you deliberately brought them for me to eat?"
Wen Yan'an shook his head vigorously, "No, Mom, I didn't know. If I had known, I would have thrown those mushrooms far away."
"So," Fang Miaomiao affectionately rubbed Wen Yan'an's head, "this has nothing to do with our An'an at all. An'an, don't think about it anymore, okay?"
"Mmm."
Fang Miaomiao finally breathed a sigh of relief. My goodness, talking so much was really tiring.
"An'an, get your mom some water."
When Cui Mantong entered with the doctor, she saw Fang Miaomiao directing Wen Yan'an to get water.
"Grandma, can you just rest a bit?"
"I'm just thirsty," Fang Miaomiao said sheepishly.
The doctor smiled and took Fang Miaomiao's temperature, "You're recovering well. You're recovering faster than that young man next door."
"May I ask how the gentleman next door is doing?"
"He ate more than you and was poisoned more severely, so he needs more observation."
"What a sin, what a sin. I only knew wild mushrooms were poisonous, but I didn't expect button mushrooms to be poisonous too," Cui Mantong said, shaking her head. "I've learned something."
"Most mushrooms are generally poisonous. Mushrooms must be cooked thoroughly, and adding some garlic is even better," the doctor said earnestly. "Although the toxicity of button mushrooms is not high, poisoning is still troublesome."
"Thank you, Doctor."
"You're welcome."
The doctor waved and left.
"Where are the directors?"
"There was still some time this morning, so the director thought that since we stopped broadcasting early last night, they'd make up for it this morning," Cui Mantong said. "So, in this large hospital, I'm the only one taking care of you." httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
"Nonsense, our An'an is still here."
"Yes, yes, yes, how could I forget our hero, An'an?"
After the IV drip was finished, Zhao Yiran in another ward also woke up.
Despite his weakness, he took his medicine bottle and went to Fang Miaomiao's ward.
Seeing that she was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the door, "You scared me to death. I thought my big sugar mama was completely leaving my life."
"Are you okay?"
Zhao Yiran raised an eyebrow, got up and walked to another hospital bed, and hung up his IV drip. "Don't worry, I won't die. I'm just glad you're okay."
"Why are you so concerned about our Miaomiao?" Cui Mantong looked at Zhao Yiran vigilantly.
"What are you afraid of? A friend's wife should not be wronged. I understand this principle."
"Do you know Wen Zhiyan?"
"More or less. We should be cooperating in the future." Zhao Yiran said calmly, "This time, my hospitality was insufficient. I'll make it up to you next time I have the chance."
"It's okay, it's okay. No one would have expected something like this," Fang Miaomiao waved dismissively.
Zhao Yiran was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, "I'm starting to understand why Wen Zhiyan likes you."
Fang Miaomiao: "..."
Uh, what did that mean?
"Ahem, it's getting late. Your program ends today, right?"
"Yes, the flight is this afternoon."
"Then I won't see you off," Zhao Yiran waved, indicating he still had to stay in the hospital.
"Okay, get well soon." Fang Miaomiao nodded politely.
After seeing Zhao Yiran off, the few of them began to pack up.
"The director called. We just need to wait outside, and they'll come and take us to the airport."
"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Mantong."
"Then you'll treat me to a meal later."
"I'll treat you, and it must be an expensive one."
After leaving the hospital, the production crew's bus arrived not long after.
Once on the bus, everyone chattered away, asking questions. It was only when Zhou Jiaxin said Fang Miaomiao needed rest that everyone let Fang Miaomiao return to her seat to rest.
"Mom, lean on my shoulder."
"Thank you, my dear."
"You're welcome, it's my duty."
She took the phone handed to her by Chen Tianming.
On the screen were countless messages.
Clicking them open.
Looking at the names on the screen, Fang Miaomiao's heart warmed.