Song Rushuang didn't even drink a sip of milk.
It's not like she's throwing a tantrum.
She was really so worried that she couldn't drink.
Duan Dinglan was at a loss, wanted to cry, but was afraid of scaring the child.
I happened to meet the eldest son’s wife Zhang Cuizhi coming home.
Duan Dinglan felt like he had found a savior.
"Sister-in-law, please come and take a look!"
Seeing Duan Dinglan's appearance, Zhang Cuizhi was really shocked.
"Ding Lan, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
Duan Dinglan's forehead was covered in sweat, his eyes were red from holding back tears, and he looked like he had experienced a lot.
"It's not me, it's Xiao Qi."
Both of their eyes fell on Song Rushuang.
Zhang Cuizhi immediately cried out "Ah!"
"What's going on? Wasn't he fine last night?"
Song Rushuang's condition is really too serious.
His originally rosy face was now as pale as paper.
The little red lips were cracked.
Even these women who didn't know much knew that she must be sick.
"It's all my fault. I didn't notice something was wrong with her in time."
With someone around, she really couldn't help it.
My nose felt sore, and my voice choked involuntarily:
"It's all my fault."
Zhang Cuizhi was also a little flustered.
She wanted to pick up Song Rushuang, but as soon as she stretched out her hand, she felt something was wrong.
"Ding Lan, this isn't your fault. Children have little immunity, and it's winter, so they're prone to getting sick."
That's what it says.
Whether it can be heard or not is another matter.
"Ding Lan, don't worry, I'll go find my mother first."
In this kind of emergency, she is the only one around, and she is the backbone of the family.
"Sorry for the trouble, sister-in-law."
Zhang Cuizhi waved her hand. "What time has it come? Are you still talking about this?"
Old Mrs. Song originally took the Song brothers to visit the village chief to pay New Year's greetings.
As a result, as soon as I arrived at the village chief's house and hadn't even sat down, I saw my eldest daughter-in-law running in panting.
"Mom, please wait a moment!"
The eldest son hurried over to pick up his wife.
As soon as she brought the person over, Zhang Cuizhi said quickly:
"Mom, please go home quickly!"
"What's the matter? Why are you in such a hurry?"
"It's Xiaoqi. The child suddenly fell ill. I think it's serious. I'm afraid there's something wrong, so I quickly asked you to come back and take a look."
When she heard that something happened to her precious granddaughter, Mrs. Song's face suddenly changed.
How can I care about New Year's greetings now?
She threw down the New Year's gift and ran home in a hurry.
When the sons and daughters-in-law of the Song family heard this, they all ran home.
Finally, only Zhang Cuizhi was left.
She said to the village chief a little embarrassedly:
"Uncle Wang, I'm so sorry. My little Qi is sick and we are all anxious to go back and see him."
Village chief Wang Fulai was a little surprised, but he nodded.
"Then go back quickly, the child's matter is more important."
The village chief and his wife watched the Song family members gradually disappear from their sight.
Finally, the village chief sighed helplessly, "It's just a little girl. What's the big deal? Look how worried the Song family is."
The village chief's wife said in a deep voice:
"This is exactly what the Song family needs: a daughter like this. When the captain of the family planning office came, the Song family would rather give them 1,500 yuan than hand over the child to them. Can't you see that?"
The village chief couldn't help but say a few more words: "I just find it strange. This girl is a money-loser. What's there to care about? If we really want to carry on the family line, we still need a son."
"Alright, alright, this is your own idea. It didn't cost you any money, and it's not a loss-making item for your family. Is there any need for you to worry about it?"
The village chief was stunned by these words and was unable to speak.
The old Song family on the other side.
Now is the time for earth-shaking changes.
There was no other reason except that the apple of his eye was seriously ill.
Duan Dinglan choked up and said to the Song family, "It's been half a day since the child had any milk. He just won't drink anything. Although he's awake, he won't open his eyes."
The whole family took turns calling the child's name, but Song Rushuang couldn't open her eyes.
At the critical moment, it was Boss Song who calmed down first.
"Mom, I think we should find a doctor first."
The eldest son's wife quickly said, "Let's just take him to the clinic to check the situation!"
The old lady was also very hesitant.
The best way is to send it directly, which saves a lot of time.
If the child eats something unclean, we have to save every second.
But the child is too young. What if he is accidentally blown by the cold wind when taken out?
Finally, he looked at his little granddaughter's pale face.
Old Madam Song gritted her teeth and said in a deep voice:
"I don't care about that. If he really eats something unclean and wastes time, won't that be the end of my baby's life?"
The Song family immediately took action.
Some people brought thick quilts that had just been made at home, and some brought things they needed for going out. They quickly tied Song Rushuang up tightly.
During the whole process, Song Rushuang didn't react at all.
The village clinic.
The attending doctor was an old lady who looked similar to Old Lady Song, and everyone called her Old Lady Li.
She has been working as a village doctor for more than 30 years.
Everyone trusts her medical skills.
This is also the reason why Mrs. Song brought the child here directly instead of sending him directly to the town health hospital.
"Why are you here?"
Old Mrs. Li and Old Mrs. Song were originally good friends.
Her gaze turned and fell directly on the quilt in her hand.
Without waiting for her to ask anything, Old Lady Song said directly: "Sister Li, come and see my Xiaoqi, what's wrong with her?"
Old Lady Li's expression changed. "What? How old is your Xiaoqi? You brought her out?"
"I have no choice. The child is sick, and I'm really afraid of delaying the treatment!"
Now that the child has been brought here, there is no point for Old Lady Li to be anxious.
Instead of blaming others, it is better to find a way to help your child understand the situation.
Old Mrs. Li instructed the Song family to close the doors and windows with her.
Eliminate all sources of air leakage.
He then asked Old Lady Song to carry the child to the fireplace, and only then did he feel at ease to let her open the quilt, revealing Song Rushuang's pale little face.
Old Mrs. Li is a good doctor and a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner.
After a four-pronged approach of observation, auscultation, questioning and palpation, her originally solemn expression relaxed a lot.
Old Madam Song hurriedly asked, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with my little Qi's health?"
Old Mrs. Li shook her head truthfully: "I just took a look, there really is nothing wrong."
"Ah? That's impossible!"
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