Living Next To The Male God

Chapter 22: fever

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Xia Ye tasted like chewing wax, and quickly put down his chopsticks, "Dad, I'll go to the hospital with you later."

Teacher Xia nodded.

in the hospital.

Tang Hongjun and Chen Suling were with him. Tang Hongjun was still wearing his work clothes and forgot to take his coat. He couldn't feel the heat or cold. As soon as the doctor came, he would follow the doctor subconsciously and ask him how he was doing.

The doctor's face was solemn, he shook his head first, and immediately explained when he saw Tang Hongjun's pale face: "This situation is too rare, after all, the patient's previous situation was special, and we can't be sure. Khan, I can't see anything else... Let's take an injection first, and then the nurse will come to do a blood test."

Tang Hongjun repeatedly agreed, and went to the nurse to pay the bill in a panic.

Chen Suling sat beside the small hospital bed, holding her son's small hand without injections, her lips were trembling and she was speechless. She finally called out "Baby", and tears rolled down first.

The nurse came to draw blood for the child on the hospital bed. Tang Hongjun was worried about staying in the ward. He ran to the place where the blood test was drawn and stood there waiting for the list to come out. He paced back and forth, and asked every few minutes. Some neurotic.

Chen Suling refused to leave in front of the hospital bed, but the hand that covered the child's quilt trembled slightly.

Xia Ye followed his dad to the hospital and saw Tang Jinyu.

The single-person children's ward is not so plain. Cartoon pictures are posted on the walls, but it cannot change the smell of disinfectant in the ward.

The child on the hospital bed was flushed, the hair on his forehead was messy, and his lips were rarely rosy. He was wearing a large hospital gown and huddled under the quilt.

Teacher Xia went to talk to Chen Suling and asked about the situation.

Xia Ye walked to the side of the bed, and he saw the child lying on the hospital bed suddenly felt a pain in his heart. A little guy who could run and dance normally, suddenly lay there and couldn't get up. His neck was small and fragile like a piece of porcelain. Dolls will break at any time.

The child was bewildered, talking nonsense in his dreams, with a loud cat-like voice, indistinct, couldn't make out what he was saying.

Xia Ye heard it and walked over to cover him with a quilt. As soon as he touched the little hand, the child grabbed a finger.

So small, and the fingers are thin, gripping tightly.

Xia Ye didn't move, just sat beside him.

Tang Hongjun came back soon, with a mixed expression on his face, "The test results came out, and the doctor said there was nothing abnormal."

Chen Suling and Teacher Xia both got up and looked at the laboratory test sheet. Chen Suling asked, "What should I do now? Xiaoyu hasn't woken up."

Tang Hongjun shook his head, with a bit of despair, "I don't know, but I have to observe it again."

"How long will it take to observe?"

"At least one night..."

Chen Suling opened her mouth, closed it again, and then gritted her teeth for a while: "Then one night, if Xiaoyu is not well tomorrow morning, we will transfer him to the hospital and ask for an ambulance to take him all the way to the capital, find the best hospital."

Tang Hongjun nodded and said firmly, "Okay."

Teacher Xia was very emotional on the side, but he also agreed with them in his heart. If Xia Ye had such an accident, he would not be reconciled until the last moment.

Teacher Xia didn't bother them too much, and came to visit and ask about the situation before leaving.

It's just that Xia Ye sat there and didn't leave, his fingers were still held by Tang Jinyu, even though the child was very strong in his sleep, the tiny fingers were clenched white due to the force.

Xia Ye looked at his watch and said, "Dad, you go back first. I will study for myself at 7:30 in the evening. There is still a while, and it will be close to riding a bicycle from the hospital in a while."

Teacher Xia said: "Well, slow down on your way."

Xia Ye sat there and stayed with him the whole time, the child's lips were dry, and he was talking while half asleep. Chen Suling and Tang Hongjun hurried over to answer one or two times. Can't hear.

Xia Ye didn't leave until eight o'clock. Later, the doctor came to round the room and opened the fingers they were holding when they checked the child's body.

Chen Suling came over and persuaded him in a low voice, "Xiaoye, go to school, you and I can be busy with your Uncle Tang."

Xia Ye nodded and went out, but came back in a few minutes.

Chen Suling was surprised: "Why didn't you go to school?"

Xia Ye said: "Aunt Chen, I called the teacher and asked for leave. I will stay with Xiaoyu today."

Chen Suling still wanted to persuade him, but her eyes were still red, and she was not convincing.

Xia Ye stayed in the hospital at night, and he also called home, but Mr. Xia supported his decision.

"That's okay, you can take care of me more. Your Uncle Tang and his family are good people. If there is anything you can help, just help more." Teacher Xia sighed on the phone. He was in poor health and was helpless. , you can only pay more attention on the phone. "Did the doctor say anything?"

"I took a fever-reducing needle, and the temperature went down and came back up twice. Repeatedly, Aunt Chen fed Xiaoyu water, which was a little better than in the evening."

"That's fine, that's fine."

Xia Ye briefly explained the situation, hung up the phone, and returned to the ward.

Tang Jinyu lived in a small suite with a place to sleep with the bed and a sofa outside. Xia Ye made do with it on the sofa. This night, he slept a little for an hour or two, but the Tang family and his wife didn't sleep a night.

Xia Ye saw Tang Hongjun and Chen Suling taking care of the child with his own eyes. A slight movement immediately made the parents put on their clothes in panic to see, they were really scared.

As soon as Tang Hongjun saw the child's temperature rise, he rang the bell to find the nurse. Before the nurse came, he hurried out to find the doctor on duty, for fear of delaying his illness.

Chen Suling was at the bedside at first, then she hugged her son, sleepless all night, she shed tears while kissing the child in her arms, and whispered to him: "Baby, wake up baby, look at mother... "

Xia Ye can do very little, but he is also doing what he can.

In the early morning, Tang Hongjun finally couldn't wait any longer. He went downstairs to find an ambulance.

Chen Suling quickly packed the child's clothes and put them in the bag. She asked Xia Ye to take care of the child, and ran to the nurse's station to open the case. The child had several injections that night, and she had to record the dosage of the medicine. It is used when transferring to hospital.

The child on the hospital bed shrank and trembled, as if it was cold. Xia Ye subconsciously wrapped him in a quilt and held him in his arms, looking at the unconscious little face, his heart was confused.

Such a small and soft mass was in his arms, and his whole face was red with heat. If he held it tighter, the child in his arms would make a small whimper and frown. Xia Ye didn't know what to do. Thinking of last night, he stretched out a hand like Tang Hongjun and his wife did, and as expected, the child slowly held it.

But after a while, the child began to cry, first whimpering, and then began to cry and call "Grandpa", and he could gradually hear what he said from the inarticulateness.

Xia Ye was stunned for a moment, and then whispered to him: "Xiaoyu? Xiaoyu wake up, wake up, okay?"

Tang Jinyu closed her eyes and was still crying, but slowly the voice in her mouth changed and she called out "Brother".

Xia Ye coaxed him: "Yes, it's me, wake up, open your eyes and look at brother."

The child in his arms was sobbing and shouting "Brother", his face was full of tears, probably because Xia Ye wrapped the quilt too tightly on his forehead and slowly began to sweat, and the fine hair was soaked with sweat.

Xia Ye didn't know what to do either. He sat stiffly holding his arms and didn't dare to let go. The doctor said that Xiaoyu didn't sweat all night. Obviously, she finally sweated. Should the situation improve

He was thinking wildly when he heard footsteps outside the door, and Chen Suling pushed the door and walked in.

Xia Ye sat there holding the child and said, "Aunt Chen, Xiaoyu is sweating!"

Chen Suling was stunned for a moment, and immediately a surprise appeared on her face: "Really, let me see!" She walked over a few steps, and nodded repeatedly after seeing it: "Yes, yes, you're sweating, Xiaoye, hold him and don't move, I Go to the doctor and be right back!"

But within a few minutes, the attending doctor came along with him, and immediately picked up the child to examine him.

Xia Ye stood aside, thought about it and went downstairs again, and told Tang Hongjun the news. Tang Hongjun's ambulance had been booked. He heard it and ran up immediately. The elevator was too slow, so he climbed directly. When he reached the door of the ward, he was panting and sweating profusely.

Tang Jinyu's condition began to improve, her body temperature dropped to 37° for the first time, which was the biggest good news.

Chen Suling was so excited that Tang Hongjun went outside the ward and choked and cried, and when she came back, her eyes were red.

The child opened his eyes at seven in the morning and shouted "hungry".

Chen Suling promised repeatedly that she was going to buy food for him. As soon as she walked outside the ward, she met Teacher Xia, who was bringing millet porridge with a heat preservation bucket.

Teacher Xia shook the heat preservation bucket in his hand and said with a smile, "I have nothing to do at home. Ono called me and told me, and I just wanted to help everyone with the logistics. I have brought breakfast and cooked one. For many hours, Xiaoyu is best to eat porridge now."

Chen Suling invited him in, she went to feed Tang Jinyu a small bowl of porridge, leaving Tang Hongjun and Teacher Xia to talk outside.

After eating a bowl of porridge, the child quickly fell asleep again. This time, his breathing was smooth and he looked much better.

Teacher Xia didn't stay in the hospital for a long time. He was mainly doing logistics this time, and he went back to help them cook lunch. The hospital can buy meals, but it is better and more suitable to have hot meals prepared from home. child's appetite.

Xia Ye took another day off and stayed in the hospital to accompany her.

Chen Suling was too sorry to want him to go to school, Xia Ye sat beside the bed and said: "Aunt Chen, don't say that, Uncle Tang has been taking care of me, and my father had an accident a few years ago, thanks to Xiaoyu. You treat me as a family, just Let me stay here."

"Hey."

During the day, he gave the child infusions, and lost four bottles of potions in a row. Chen Suling and Tang Hongjun were already very tired, so Xia Ye let them go to sleep and concentrate on guarding them.

The Tang family and the couple were relieved. They took turns to rest for two or three hours, and also accompanied the children there.

Tang Jinyu slept soundly after her fever subsided, and occasionally said a few words in her sleep, all of which she called "Grandpa", and once called "Xia Ye". Xia Ye stretched out his fingers, and was held by him, as if he was holding on tightly for fear of getting lost.

Xia Ye accompanied him by his side, his eyes never taking his eyes off the little guy. This is the first time he has brought a child, and it is also the first time someone is so dependent on him, completely in the position of a protector.

In the evening, the child who had slept all day and night slowly woke up.

At that time, Chen Suling was waiting at the nurse's station for the injections to be injected, while Tang Hongjun was downstairs to settle the cost of the ambulance - although he was useless, he booked a whole day, and was always ready to send his son to his son if something unexpected happened. Go to hospital for rescue.

The light was turned on in the ward, Xia Ye watched the child shake his eyelashes and opened his eyes little by little. The plain white face, the thick eyelashes, and the wings of an ink-colored butterfly trembled slightly. The moment the butterfly opened its eyes, it came alive with a little agility. When he saw him, he bent up and smiled.

"Brother~"

"Wanna wake up?"

"I had a long dream and I was so tired."

"What are you dreaming about?"

"Dream of school..."

The child looked at him with a bit of confusion just woken up, and kept staring at Xia Yedao: "Brother, I seem to have known you for a long time."

Xia Ye was amused by him.

The child said with a nasal voice: "Really, I have watched it for a long time, and I knew you as soon as I saw it."

Xia Ye rubbed his head and picked him up, "Little fool."

"Brother is smart..."

"Um."

"My brother is the best, and my brother will always be good in the future..."

The little boy in his arms started to praise people as soon as he woke up. He was as obscene as ever, like a baby fed with sugar. He praised a lot, and said everything about longevity.

Xia Ye laughed, his chin rested on his small head, and replied, "Well, we all live a hundred years."

After Tang Jinyu woke up this time, she no longer had a fever.

Tang Hongjun and his wife were very happy, but they didn't tell anyone else. In fact, Tang Jinyu's examination results yesterday were not very good. The child had a fever for a day and a night, and was observed in the hospital for a period of time. All body indexes fluctuated. Although he is now back to health, the doctor is not optimistic.

The children are too young to take some medicines, and there is no guarantee that there will be no sequelae after the complete recovery. The doctor euphemistically suggested that they go to a larger hospital for a re-examination.

The Tang family and their husbands disagreed on this matter.

Chen Suling wanted to check, but Tang Hongjun refused.

He can only accept that his son is healthy now. First, he is reluctant to draw blood for the child to do various tests. Second, he simply cannot accept another possibility for the child.

Two years ago, they went to Jingcheng Hospital and asked the best doctor to find the best doctor, but the diagnosis they received was completely unacceptable.

The doctor said that Xiaoyu would not live to be ten years old.

Tang Hongjun and his wife are sad, but they are also looking forward to a miracle.

Tang Hongjun is convinced that it is a miracle now. His son has survived again. He is right in front of him. He is so healthy. He can eat and sleep. He will call him "Dad" and laugh at him. He has no reason to take his son. The hospital tossed again.

"Xiaoyu is fine, you don't need to go to the hospital." Tang Hongjun insisted.

Chen Suling was a little helpless, she was a bit more sensible than her husband, but when she heard the child softly call "Mom" and stretch out her little hand to hug her, she also softened her heart.

She decided to wait a little longer.

Over the years, she had heard too many "death diagnoses", and she didn't want to hear it again so cruelly.

After being hospitalized for a period of time, Tang Jinyu recovered and could be discharged.

He was so healthy that doctors doubted whether his original diagnosis was correct. If he hadn't seen him with a high fever, and the previous cases were still there, the doctor had begun to doubt the high-tech equipment. This child seemed to have never been sick. , or that after a high fever, it is healthier than before.

Tang Hongjun happily prepared a car to take his son home. On the way, he stopped the car and went to the department store to buy a lot of toys.

Chen Suling waited in the car with the child in her arms, and did not dare to let him get out of the car to see the wind, for fear that he would get sick again.

The two of them were sitting in the car, and Chen Suling laughed and teased him, "Baby has frightened her mother these days, she can't wake up after sleeping for so long, and she doesn't understand what she said, do you remember dreaming about it? what's wrong?"

Tang Jinyu shook her head.

Chen Suling kissed his forehead and smiled: "Yes, let alone you, adults can't remember dreams."

Tang Jinyu sat obediently in his mother's arms, he actually remembered a little. But the memory is very vague, like in a classroom, he was wearing the same school uniform as Xia Ye's brother, where he was immersed in writing homework, busy with classes and exams... I can't remember the specifics, it seems that his grades are pretty good. , was praised, took a scholarship.

I just remember being a little relieved and a little happy at the time.

Can't remember the rest.

It seemed to be another world, another thing that happened to him.