Feeding Porridge Like a Salted Fish

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Five

This was a private hospital room. After all, the patient's identity was somewhat special; it protected him while also ensuring he would not interfere with other people's treatment. After Su He left, only Li Wenchuan and Jiang Hansheng remained in the room.

"Do you want some water?"

Jiang Hansheng's lips were cracked and dry, like ravines.

Seeing him nod, Li Wenchuan poured a small cup of warm water. He could not feel the temperature with his hands, so he took a small sip himself. Only after deciding it was suitable did he bring it over.

He could not help Jiang Hansheng sit up yet. He could only adjust the bed, raising the upper half slightly so he would not choke.

"Is this height okay?" Li Wenchuan asked as he adjusted it, afraid Jiang Hansheng would be uncomfortable. Then he remembered that Jiang Hansheng could not speak, so he hurriedly checked his expression.

Jiang Hansheng nodded lightly to indicate that it was fine.

Since he was already improving and breathing normally, he no longer needed oxygen. The nurse had removed his oxygen mask before leaving.

Li Wenchuan took another cup and poured in just a little water. It was enough for Jiang Hansheng to drink slowly, without the risk of accidentally spilling it.

The water flowed slowly into his mouth, bit by bit moistening land that had suffered through a long drought. Only now did Jiang Hansheng feel his throat ease slightly, but he still could not speak properly. The doctor had also said that he needed to rest his throat, as it had suffered some damage from inhaling too much sand and dust.

He slowly drank less than half the cup, then shook his head to indicate that he did not need any more.

Li