Professor Shen looked out of the window with a somber expression. Just the thought of Professor Guo Beiling filled his heart with deep guilt and self-reproach.
"Knock, knock, knock!" The door to the hospital room was gently rapped.
Then, Shen Anning walked in, holding a thermos.
"Dad, I made you some red date porridge." Shen Anning placed the thermos on the bedside table, opened it, and poured out a bowl of red date porridge. Mo Shaoze had told her already, Professor Guo died suddenly of acute myocardial infarction. She believed that today, the relevant report would be delivered to the institute.
"I can't eat." Professor Shen said weakly, shaking his head. How could he have any appetite now?
"Dad, you also need to take care of your own health. If you don't eat or drink, it makes us feel bad too." Shen Anning stirred the porridge in the bowl, blew on it to cool it down, and then brought it to Professor Shen's mouth, "Dad, please eat a little."
