Chapter 1235 As a father, I really can’t figure it out

  Wen Churan touched her chin and thought, “It seems that we still need the help of the secretary-general’s son.”

  "How can the Secretary-General's illness be cured?" Little Milk Can asked, "Although I usually bother him, I still miss him a lot recently."

  Wen Churan sighed, "It won't be better for a while."

  She also hopes that the Secretary-General’s illness will get better soon.

  But pneumonia is a disease that is difficult to cure, and it has a strong recurrence, so I can only recuperate slowly.

  So, she can only persevere all the time, but if it doesn't work, she completely loses her face and asks for the little milk can.

  What makes her still wondering is why the secretary-general’s son hates him so much?

  She shouldn't offend him?

   "Then keep watching, I'll be back in the afternoon, you are obedient, let the small fried dough sticks accompany you." Wen Churan rubbed the head of the small milk can and exclaimed.

  The little milk can read the file, and asked without looking up, "Ma Ma, are you going to find that bad temper again?"

   "No, first go to the hospital to see the Secretary-General, by the way, learn more about his son from his mouth, or prescribe the right medicine."

  "Oh" The little milk can was so busy that she could only raise her hand and waved "bye bye."

  Wen Churan set off, arrived at the hospital, and chatted with the secretary-general for a long time. Most of the conversation was about his son.

"If you want to ask the old Boyce, he is a gentle-personal child who is friendly and polite, but now he, as a father, really can't figure it out, alas..." The Secretary-General sighed. Tone.

   "After all, it hasn't been long before waking up, and it is possible that the temperament will change drastically. Many vegetative people will have this condition after waking up. There are many cases of this in medicine."

  The Secretary-General was a little surprised, "I didn't expect Miss Wen to know a little about medicine."

  Wen Churan smiled awkwardly. "No, I have a friend who is a doctor. He mentioned a sentence or two when chatting with me."

   "That's right." The secretary-general suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and asked, "Miss Wen, I heard that you haven't seen my son yet?"

   "Um... I saw it yesterday, but I didn't see the face, and I couldn't talk a few words."

  The Secretary-General is full of guilt, "Miss Wen, my unfilial son is really...well, I'm wronged you."

   "It's okay." Wen Churan waved his hand, "I don't think there is anything, so don't feel guilty."

   "Well, let me call him now and ask him to come and meet you." The secretary-general suddenly proposed.

   "This..." Wen Churan was a little embarrassed, and was not ashamed to tell the Secretary-General that it was his son who didn't want to see her.

  The secretary-general seemed to understand the situation, and said, "Ms. Wen, don't worry, I want a way to trick him."

  Wen Churan did not expect that the Secretary-General, who has always been upright and upright, is also the owner of a pitted son. She smiled and nodded and said, "That's good."

  The secretary-general immediately picked up the mobile phone to make a call. Wen Churan listened silently. Hearing the secretary's tone was not very good, he seemed to want to lose his temper, but because of Wen Churan's presence, he had to bear it all the time.

  After hanging up, Wen Churan asked, "How is it?"

  "Don’t worry, Miss Wen, I asked my wife to tie him up and tie him over. My father is ill. There is no reason why my son shouldn’t visit! You stay here and wait."

  Wen Chuhan waited in the ward for a while, and suddenly felt a burst of urine, so he stood up from the sofa and said, "I'll go to the bathroom first, and I'll be back soon."

  (End of this chapter)