One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire's Sweet Love

Chu He was at a loss for a reaction.

However, given Baby Chu's current condition, he was not to have any ice cream, so she had no choice but to coax him. "Okay, okay. When you've completely recovered, you can have some ice cream, okay?"

Baby Chu refused to give up. "I just want some! I just want some! I've been holding it in for a long time. I feel like without ice cream, I'd rather die!"

Hearing this, Youyou mocked, "Impressive, Baby Chu. You actually know how to use idioms! Looks like my teaching you wasn't in vain!"

"Hmph!" Baby Chu ignored Youyou.

Little Yichen said, "Let him eat. I think he's dying to go back to the quarantine zone."

Baby Chu immediately cowered upon hearing this. "What does eating ice cream have to do with the quarantine zone?"

"The reason why the doctor would not let you have any ice cream is because it's cold and sweet. If your cough comes back and you get pneumonia, you'll have to be isolated again. Hahaha!"

Little Yichen urged him, "Go ahead and have some. Do you want me to buy some for you?"

Yun Shishi reminded him weakly, "Little Yichen, you can't leave the ward yet!"

"Well then… Mommy can buy it for him!"

Baby Chu suddenly snorted angrily. "Forget it! I don't want it anymore!"

Everyone smiled knowingly. Among them, Baby Chu was probably the most cowardly and afraid of death.

Coercion and bribery were useless. However, if told that eating ice cream would aggravate his condition, it meant that he would have to be put on countless IV drips and take countless injections. That was enough to put him off.

The boy raised his hand to show his mother the dense patch of needle marks and the drip needle that remained inserted, seeking comfort. "Mom, look at my hand…"

After being on the drip for a long time, both of his arms were a little swollen. With a pinch, a dent appeared.

Due to the long-term infusion, the location of needle insertion had gone from the left hand to the right hand, then to the forehead and later on, the back of the leg… In short, Baby Chu felt as though every time he drank water, water would seep out of these densely packed needle holes.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. How squeamish! I have more injections than you every day. Did I complain?!"

Baby Chu glanced at Little Yichen gloomily. "Who wants to compare with a non-human like you!"

Would a normal child play with a gun! Would a normal child practice handstands in the ward when he was so sick!

"Mommy, I'm telling you, Little Yichen is a super freak! For a period of time, he did handstands in the ward every day."

At that time, Baby Chu was already lying limply on the bed, and it was basically difficult for him to get up. The torture of the influenza, coupled with an extended period of lying in bed turned him into basically lifeless.

Little Yichen explained, "At that time, I felt weak all over, so I thought I should exercise. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to get out of bed."

Yun Shishi was stumped to hear this. The doctor and nurse had told her about this. Little Yichen thought that his muscle weakness was caused by being bedridden for a long time, so he forced himself to do handstands and push-ups. With his condition deteriorating so much, he could still do several sets a day.

What seemed even crazier was that his appetite was rather good. It was so good that it made one's hair stand on end. Because he had overeaten and gotten into a cycle of eating and vomiting, his stomach was almost fried.

In fact, his muscles were weak because of the long-term infusion. In addition, his nutrition was lacking, and he could not eat and drink anything he fancied, and only in appropriate amounts.

Little Yichen did not understand all these things, and ended up training in secret.