An Xiang only rested for one night and hurried back to the hospital when the fever subsided.

Before Qiu Yang woke up, An Zimo was sitting on the bed and swiping through some difficult physics questions on his tablet. When he saw An wanted to come in, he immediately switched to the game.

"Is Momo feeling better?"

"Yeah." An Zimo didn't say much, but he didn't think coldly like before.

An wanted to see that he looked good, so she felt relieved for a moment and glanced at Pei Yizhou, who was texting next to him. He must be very busy, and it would be a waste of time to stay in bed with him here.

"Mr. Pei, I will take care of Mo Mo. You go back to work first."

Pei Yizhou put away his phone and did not leave, "It's okay." He looked at An Xiang's face. Although his condition was better than last night, his face was still pale, "You go and rest."

An Xiang would not leave her son alone in the hospital. She said nothing and ignored Pei Yizhou. She turned around and took out the prepared dishes from the incubator. She glanced up and found Qiuyang's grandparents sitting huddled on the folding bed.

Eat dry steamed buns with pickles.

The sunlight behind him was broken, and the scene in front of him was too sad. An couldn't bear to think about it, so he gave a portion of the meal to him.

The two of them were stunned for a moment, then waved their hands to refuse, "No, no, no, just give it to the baby."

"We have enough." An Xiang forcibly put the hot pork rib soup on the table and turned to look at Qiuyang, who was still unconscious. His thin body was covered with a quilt, his face was sallow, and the nutrient solution was barely keeping him alive.

energy of.

"Is Yangyang okay?"

Grandma Qiuyang shook her head, "One day at a time."

There is helplessness in this sentence, and there is a compromise of surrendering to fate.

An wanted to close her eyelashes. She knew that she could not help at all with her own ability, and all the comfort was of no use to the family.

An wanted to return to her seat, and next she would cook an extra meal for the elderly. Qiuyang woke up soon, and someone anonymously provided them with financial assistance, which meant that they no longer needed to worry about the cost of the surgery. Everything seemed to be fine.

Develop in a good direction.

An Zimo will be discharged from the hospital in two days, and Qiu Yang will also be transferred to the ward on the day he is discharged. He is very sad, "Brother Zimo, will you visit me often after you are discharged from the hospital?"

"No." An Zimo lowered his head and watched the movie, looking particularly ruthless.

Qiuyang curled his lips and shamelessly did math problems next to him.

An Zimo glanced at it casually, "The third question is wrong."

"Ah?" Qiu Yang opened his mouth, looking cute.

An Zimo took a deep breath and put down the tablet, took the pen and taught him: "What is seven plus seven?"

Qiuyang waved her fingers and thought for a few seconds, "Fourteen."

"Where's fourteen plus one?"

"fifteen."

"Then why did you write that seven plus eight equals ten?"

Qiu Yang pondered over the wrong question, and then said with admiration: "Brother Zimo, you are so smart!!"

His eyes were very bright, which made his sallow face lively.

An Zimo was very self-aware of himself, so he stopped watching foreign language movies on his tablet and concentrated on teaching Qiuyang Elementary School questions.

The two children were getting along very happily, and An Xiang was very pleased to stand by and watch. Perhaps because his son was too smart, he didn't pay much attention to everything around him, and he couldn't play with his friends. Now he can play with the children.

The fact that the elder brother is getting along peacefully shows that his character has changed.

An Xiang glanced at An Zimo one last time and raised his fingers at Pei Yizhou.

Pei Yizhou immediately put down his computer and followed him out like a puppy.

"calls me?"

When He An wants to be alone, his expression is always filled with excitement that cannot be concealed.

An couldn't figure out what was so fun about this, so she nodded and said, "Is it Qiu Yang who you secretly funded?"

Pei Yizhou did not deny it, but directly agreed.

An Xiang was not surprised, but when he heard him admit it personally, he still felt an indescribable and wonderful feeling in his heart.

"Can you still do charity?"

Pei Yizhou is not a person who shows great kindness. He may donate to a few schools and help some elderly people in need, but he will not save anyone. There are too many poor people in the world, so how can there be so much goodwill to squander.

"On a whim." He leaned lazily against the wall, and the light shone on the clear face, making the facial contours more distinct.

An Xiang's heart skipped a beat, hesitating for a moment in his eyes, and finally said softly: "Mo Mo said he suffers from congenital painlessness, so I want to take him for a full body checkup on the day he is discharged."

Pei Yizhou's eyes darkened slightly, "What did he say?"

"Well, it was Mo Mo who woke me up that day when I came to the hospital. He was vomiting, but he couldn't tell where it hurt." An wanted to believe that her son was telling the truth. Loss of pain perception was not a good thing, and Zimo was young.

She didn't want him to have any more health problems.

If her son becomes like Qiu Yang one day, she can't bear it.

Her throat was itchy. An wanted to cover her lips and cough, and continued: "I didn't tell you before because I was a little busy. I hope... I hope you don't mind."

"I do not mind."

Why would he mind?

But An thought she would be very happy if she could tell him like this.

**

The weather was very good in the afternoon, and the two children were in good condition. On a whim, An Xiang decided to take them for a walk on the lawn behind the hospital.

Qiuyang couldn't walk for long. He was in a wheelchair, and An wanted to push him behind.

There were a few children playing football on the lawn. An Zimo hated sports the most, so he found a shady place to read.

"When I get better, I will also play football with brother Zimo."

Qiuyang looked at the jumping children with envy, his eyes full of longing.

An Xiang was thoughtful, let go of the wheelchair and walked to the two children. She was pretty and gentle, with a friendly aura, and she borrowed the football in just a few words.

"Mo Mo, go play ball with Qiu Yang."

An Zimo's brows twitched, "Football is played."

"It's okay, you kick, Qiuyang throws."

An Zimo was ready to refuse, but when he met Qiu Yang's eyes of forbearing expectation, he rolled his eyes and reluctantly sat up from the ground.

He didn't like sports and didn't want to play football. Now he was forced to play football and kicked the football in one direction very perfunctorily. An wanted to push the wheelchair and run in the direction of the ball, but Qiuyang stretched out his hand and caught it steadily.

An Zimo was stunned, could he still play like this?

"You cheated!!"

An Xiang turned his head away, as if he didn't hear it.

"Brother Zimo, continue!"

Qiu Yang threw the ball high, and the football flew behind him in a parabola. An Zimo gritted his teeth and turned around to chase after him.

An Xiang pushed the wheelchair and ran very fast, Qiu Yang caught the ball accurately, and the three of them had a great time playing on the lawn. This new way of playing ball quickly attracted the attention of the children nearby, and more and more people joined in.

During the battle, some parents imitated An Xiang and pushed their wheelchairs.

The picture is chaotic, and there is constant laughter and laughter.

The game ended with the nurse coming to call someone.

The three of them returned to the ward out of breath. Just when An Zimo was about to take a rest, he saw seven or eight children sneaking in from nowhere, holding pencils and books, occupying the narrow ward.

Before he could recover, several children burst out shouting——

"Zi——Mo——Lao——Teacher——Hello!"

They drawled their voices, making An Zimo confused.

"Brother Zimo, let's hurry up and go to class. I won't have time for chemotherapy later." Qiuyang sat next to him, occupying the best geographical location.

"...???" An Zimo had a question mark on his face, "Class? What class? Who will teach you?"

"You." Qiuyang pointed at him and said matter-of-factly.

"Me?" An Zimo's eyes widened, "When did I promise to give you lessons?"

"The parents of these children have agreed to come to class every night. They and I are both in the first grade. We are fine and can teach."

What he asked was when he agreed! Who cares whether the parents of these stinky children agreed or not!!

An Zimo's face twisted, and he immediately heard voices coming from all directions.

[Teacher Zimo can add, subtract, multiply and divide at the age of three, which is really amazing.]

[Is this someone else’s child my mother was talking about?]

[Teacher Zimo is so good-looking, Mimi wants to marry him when she grows up.]

"..."

Mimi, who are you? Who the hell wants to marry you?

An Zimo glanced around, looking at the children with their faces raised high and their eyes innocent. He couldn't bear to refuse anyone else, but An Zimo was not a human being.

"If you don't teach, you don't have time." He picked up the book and flipped through it carelessly.

[Wow! Teacher Zimo can read English books!]

[Teacher Zimo is the same as Qiu Yang said, he is a genius.]

[Teacher Zimo is so good-looking and a genius. Mimi wants to give him a baby when she grows up.]

An Zimo: "..."

So who are you to give birth to a baby randomly!!

These children refused to leave, but looked at him with more and more admiration.

At this time, there were many people watching outside the door, and some people began to take out their mobile phones to take pictures.

An Zimo felt inexplicably unable to hold his face, and under the gaze of everyone, the roots of his ears became increasingly red.

This scene was really funny. An Xiang suppressed her laughter and said, "Momo, you can teach me a lesson. Qiuyang had a hard time finding these children in the ward today."

These children suffer from various degrees of illness, and therefore neglect their studies. The adults have to work and stay with them in bed, so they are already very busy, so there is no extra experience to help them with their homework.

Children of this age are at their most intellectually curious. While other children are studying in school, they are undergoing difficult and painful treatment in the hospital. Even if they are envious, they dare not tell their parents for fear of causing further trouble to the adults.

Qiuyang knew him well and firmly believed that An Zimo was a smart, kind and talented child. He thought that An Zimo would be discharged from the hospital soon, so he tirelessly went to the ward to find the parents and persuaded them to let An Zimo educate these children.

Even if the two-day class does not have much effect, I still want them to feel the academic atmosphere during the treatment period.

These inner thoughts reached An Zimo's ears word for word.

He twitched the corner of his mouth and said impatiently, "With so many people, you have to prepare a blackboard."

"I've already brought it." As she said this, An wanted to put the borrowed whiteboard behind her.

An Zimo: "..." This hospital is quite well-equipped.

He sighed deeply and reluctantly gave lectures to the brothers and sisters who were a few years older than him.

Although An Zimo is young, his lectures are unambiguous and presentable.

Those parents who agreed to let their children come over were just joining in the fun. After all, no one would refuse the request of a seriously ill child, but they were shocked when they saw this scene.

An Zimo has clear logic and eloquent speech. He has developed a teaching method suitable for children based on their thinking, and even stupid children can understand it.

Slowly, more and more people gathered outside the ward. Many people took fresh pictures and made videos of the scenes and posted them online.
Chapter completed!