"Just eat one, I finally bought it."
"No, doctor Uncle said you can't eat it."
Under the resolute gaze of little pudding, Samuel Wright had no choice but to give up. He said, "Even taco is not allowed, so why drink porridge for a week."
Sophia Mitchell nodded helplessly, "Basically, I heard what Dr. Brown meant, which is to let me focus on light food this week, and I can't even eat soy sauce, so Samuel, don't run errands every day to find something to eat for me Yes, very tired."
"I'm not tired," Samuel Wright put the taco box aside, his face still full of enthusiasm, "I'll buy you whatever you want after your surgery is over."
Speaking of surgery, Sophia Mitchell's expression darkened.
Samuel Wright noticed that the book in her hand had hardly been turned since yesterday, and knowing that she was preoccupied, he said with relief, "Don't think about it, how can a hospital fail two bone marrow transplants in a row? kind of probability."