"I feel like when he cries, his throat is hoarse. It's not good for the throat to be dehydrated for a long time."
Zhou Can frowned slightly, turning to the nurse.
"Do you have a clean straw? The type with a bulb."
"Yes!"
"Could you please bring one over? I'll give this little baby some water first; he looks so pitiful."
He gently patted the baby's back, calming him down.
After the nurse brought the straw, he asked her to help open the water bottle, then drew a few drops of water and squeezed them into the baby's mouth.
The entire process was very gentle and attentive.
The baby extended his tongue to lick the moisture on his lips, and his cries stopped; he looked at Zhou Can with longing eyes.
As if to say, "Uncle, give me a little more."
"I didn't realize you could feed water like this. We didn't think of it earlier. I tried using a small spoon to feed water before, but he choked and cried loudly, so I dared not try again."
