In her memory, Nannan had never been sick since she was a child, and was a very worry-free child. Now that she was sick, Old Lady Shen was worried.
I’m afraid it’s just like the saying goes, either you don’t get sick, or you get sick and never get well.
Fubao lay back on the bed and closed his eyes deeply, thinking that he might really be sick. If it was a cold, maybe he would be fine after resting for a while.
So this is what being sick feels like...
She just had a cold, but she felt so uncomfortable. How uncomfortable would it be for people in the mortal world who are often tortured by various illnesses?
In this regard, Fu Bao thinks that heaven is good. Although life is boring, at least there is no illness. Moreover, the life span of the gods is very long... some are even immortal.
Fubao's mind was as confused as a paste and he fell into sleep again in a daze.
Old man Shen hurriedly bought some medicine and asked the waiter to bring a cup of hot water. He walked to the bedside and saw Fubao with his eyes closed, motionless. He was so worried that he felt like he was about to burn.
"Old lady, how is Nannan? Did she fall asleep again? I bought the medicine, I need to let her take some before she goes to sleep."
Old Mrs. Shen nodded and called Fubao a few more times, "Nannan, you have to buy the medicine too. Get up and eat some first."
"..." Fubao did not respond.
She could hear her grandparents' voices, but her eyelids were too heavy and she couldn't open her eyes. Even if she opened them just a crack, it seemed like she would use up all her strength.
"No, Nannan's condition is not good. She needs to be sent to the hospital." Just as Old Man Shen said this, a few boys came in from outside.
As soon as Shen Zhile entered the door, he said happily: "Grandma, Fubao, my eldest brother said that there is a mountain in Guangcheng with a particularly beautiful view. People who come here to travel will go there for a walk. Do you want to go hiking... Fubao!?"
Seeing Fubao lying on the bed without moving, Shen Zhile's face changed, and the words that had not yet been finished were choked in his throat. He rushed to the bedside in one step, reached out and held Fubao's hand, "What's wrong with my sister? Why is her hand so cold!"
"It should be a cold. Nannan has never been sick before. Now she is suddenly sick. How can her body bear it?" Old Mrs. Shen's eyes became even redder. She was really distressed.
"Fubao, what's wrong with you? Where do you feel uncomfortable? Tell Fourth Brother!" Shen Zhile looked at Fubao's pale little face and was extremely worried.
Seeing that she still didn't respond, Shen Zhile quickly looked at the old couple again, "Grandpa and grandma, send my sister to the hospital now!"
Shen Zhishu and Shen Zhiyi were also extremely worried, "Yes, grandpa and grandma, my sister was fine yesterday, why did she fall ill today? This is an emergency, we must see a doctor!"
"You guys carry my sister down, I'll go downstairs and call a taxi!" Shen Zhishu said and went out. He didn't dare to delay, for fear that Fubao had a serious illness and any delay would delay her treatment.
Shen Zhile helped Fubao up from the bed, "I'll carry you."
Shen Zhiyi helped put Fubao on his back, and Shen Zhile clasped his hands behind his back, carried her on his back, and was about to walk outside.
But after taking just two steps, he couldn't straighten his back and looked embarrassed.
Weird, when did his sister become so heavy? He couldn't even carry her!
Is it his illusion?
Shen Zhile carried Fubao on his back and tried to walk a few steps forward. Even this short distance made him breathless and sweat dripped down his forehead.
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