Old Mrs. Chen quickly went to check on Chen Dashan.
After donating so much blood, Chen Dashan's face looked a little pale.
"Dashan, how are you feeling? Do you feel sick anywhere? Should I call Chuchu to come over?" Old Mrs. Chen felt a little worried.
Chen Dashan said, "Mom, I'm fine, don't worry. Chuchu said that I would be fine after a few days of rest and replenishing some nutrients. It's not anything serious."
"That's good, that's good. Do you still want to eat?"
"Yes."
They just started eating just now when the incident happened. Chen Dashan wasn't full at all.
"I'll bring some food over for you."
"Okay, thanks, mom."
"Silly boy, no need to be so polite with your mother."
Old Mrs. Chen could tell that Chen Dashan was pretty much fine, so she felt much more at ease.
Xie Heng came into the room with some food. When he looked toward Zhao Chuchu, his eyes were filled with tender loving care. But when he passed the food to Madam Ma, there was no expression on his face.
