When Xiaohua walked into the room, Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing were sitting at the table opposite the bed, having breakfast facing each other.

I woke up early in the morning and was so busy that I couldn't even bother to have breakfast.

Seeing Xiao Hua come in, Yang Ruoqing looked up at Xiao Hua, smiled, and said, "Would you like a boiled egg?"

Xiaohua shook her head, "Sister, I came here after I was full. You and your brother-in-law can eat while I go and look at my ambitions."

As she spoke, she came to the bedside, sat down sideways, and her eyes fell on Dazhi.

Here, Yang Ruoqing also looked away and said to Luo Fengtang: "Look, I didn't lie, did I? Xiaohua is here, you can go about your business with peace of mind now."

Luo Fengtang nodded and finished the red date glutinous rice in the bowl as quickly as possible, then wiped his mouth, took another sip of hot tea, stood up and left the room.

By the time Yang Ruoqing finished eating and cleared away the dishes and returned to the house, Dazhi had already woken up.

Xiaohua is feeding Dazhi hot water there.

"Sister, Dazhi's forehead is still very hot, please touch it." Xiao Hua said.

Yang Ruoqing hurried over and touched it.

"Strange, why can't this fever go away?" She muttered in her heart, but did not say it out loud.

Because Dazhi was looking at her with a pair of burning eyes.

It was a look of panic and discomfort.

Yang Ruoqing held him in her arms and said, "Don't be afraid, Zhi'er. Mom is here. Let's take medicine. Once we take the medicine, we'll be fine."

Then she said to the little flower: "I brought the medicine and let it dry on the table. Please help me get it."

"good!"

Xiaohua brought the medicine bowl over, and Yang Ruoqing put her arm around Dazhi while feeding him.

Dazhi took a sip, turned his head, and let out a weak cry like a kitten.

"Bitterness..." he said.

Yang Ruoqing knew that Dazhi was most afraid of the bitterness of medicine because he was sick a lot when he was a child and was afraid of taking medicine.

"Be good, Zhi'er. Good medicine tastes bitter. If you don't take this bitter medicine, you won't be cured. You can't play with toys with the baby, and you can't eat the love-poached eggs made by mother."

"Good boy, open your mouth and take the medicine..."

Facts have proved that Dazhi is really a very well-behaved child. Hearing Yang Ruoqing's words, he opened his mouth obediently.

Drinking the medicine sip after sip.

Yang Ruoqing felt distressed while feeding her, and encouraged her while feeding her.

After finally finishing feeding, she herself was sweating profusely.

"Let him sleep a little longer and wait until he wakes up to see what happens." Yang Ruoqing said.

Xiaohua nodded, "Sister, I'll just come and watch. If you have something to do, go and do your work first."

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "There's nothing to do outside, but with you here, I can go back to my room and bring the account books over and read them with Dazhi."

The autumn account book in the restaurant was delivered before I went into the mountains to Sishan'ao Village last time. I haven't bothered to look at it since half a month has passed.

Xiaohua nodded: "Sister, go ahead. I'll be here to guard you. If anything happens, I'll call you."

Yang Ruoqing said: "I brought it over to look at, so there's no need to shout."

Soon, Yang Ruoqing came over with several account books and flipped through them page by page on the table.

I also kept a small abacus at hand, which I tapped lightly from time to time.

Normally, when she was doing her accounting, the abacus would make a crackling sound with a very rhythmic feel.

But Dazhi was ill at this time, and fell asleep in bed, talking nonsense from time to time.

Yang Ruoqing tried her best to make the sound of the abacus as soft as possible, and didn't knock it if she could.

Xiaohua was not idle either. She brought a sewing basket, sat by the bed, and then gave shoes to the baby and Da Zhin.

Time passed by bit by bit, both of them were busy doing their own thing.

Yang Ruoqing would come to the bedside every once in a while, touch Dazhi's forehead, and then feed him some water.

This fever has not gone away at all, something is wrong.

Isn't it wind chill?

But the pulse showed that it was obviously Qi deficiency caused by cold air entering the body.

Then why is it that after taking the medicine for treating wind-cold and antipyretics for a while, there is no improvement at all?

Is the medicine wrong for the patient? Or has the child become resistant to these medicines?

If it doesn't work, you should ask Uncle Fu to come over and take a look. He has experience.

Just as he was thinking this, Dazhi, who was breathing heavily from sleep, suddenly started coughing.

Each sound became more violent than the last, and by the end, the child's body was arching up from coughing.

All the concoction I drank before was vomited out, and it was all over my body, clothes, quilt, and pillow.

The speed was so fast that the handkerchief in Yang Ruoqing's hand couldn't block it.

"Xiaohua, hurry up, get a basin of hot water. And by the way, find some clean clothes for Dazhi."

Yang Ruoqing hurriedly ordered Xiaohua while she climbed onto the bed and held Dazhi in her arms.

Anyway, this bed is also dirty with vomit, so let him continue to cough and vomit on it. Anyway, we can wash it together later.

"Zhi'er, don't be afraid, mother is here."

She gently stroked Dazhi's back with her hand and said softly.

Seeing the child vomiting like this, her heart twitched.

I feel heartbroken and wish I could bear this for him, but I can't.

Dazhi coughed until tears came out, vomited until the sky was dark, his little mouth opened wide, and he gasped for air. The sound below his throat was like a blacksmith pulling a bellows.

Yang Ruoqing suddenly wondered if this child had acute pneumonia, right?

Precisely because of inflammation in the body, this medicine is not suitable for the disease and I cannot stop cooking.

No, this is beyond her control. Even Uncle Fu probably can't control it.

The little flower hurried in carrying a basin.

"Xiaohua, I'm going to wipe Dazhi's body and change his clothes. You quickly go to the construction site and call your brother-in-law back."

"Sister, what's wrong with Dazhi?" Xiaohua asked.

Yang Ruoqing said: "I suspect that he has other illnesses, so it would be safer to send him to a medical clinic in the town."

Hearing this, Xiaohua became anxious, turned around and ran like a gust of wind to find Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang came back soon, and Yang Ruoqing had already changed Dazhi's clothes, put on shoes and a hat.

The little mouth is also wearing a mask that Yang Ruoqing sewn before.

He was held in Yang Ruoqing's arms, and the little guy's face, exposed outside the mask, was sickly red.

His eyes were half open and half closed, looking extremely weak.

Luo Fengtang's face was full of worry. He walked forward and leaned over to look at the child. He wanted to raise his hand to touch the child's head out of habit.

Suddenly I realized that I had just come back from the construction site, and my hands were covered in mud and I hadn't even bothered to wash them.

"Qing'er, I'm going to wash the handles and hitch the carriage by the way. You can pack up and take the child to the yard gate to wait for me!" he said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

Xiaohua came over and said, "Sister, I'll hold you for a while while you go pack your things."

You might have to spend the night in a hospital!

Yang Ruoqing was just about to hand Dazhi over to Xiaohua when Dazhi cried like a kitten and grabbed Yang Ruoqing's clothes and didn't want to leave.

This kid...
Chapter completed!