After Zheng Shaochun kept urging the old cow to go, they finally arrived at the county hospital.
Before the ox cart stopped, Zheng Xinyi couldn't wait to rush off the cart holding Ai Yu and head straight for the hospital gate.
"Doctor, please take a look at this child. The child has a very serious fever!" Zheng Xinyi hugged Ai Yu and grabbed the doctor's arm, with a slightly pleading tone.
He reached out and touched the child's forehead, then said anxiously, "Hurry up and bring the child here."
"Doctor, is my grandson okay?" Cuihua asked.
"The child has such a serious fever, why did you bring him here just now?" the doctor asked in a reproachful tone.
"I'm sorry, I was delayed because I live a little far away." Zheng Xinyi crossed her fingers in front of her chest and gently lowered her head.
"Okay, you guys wait outside!" The doctor glanced at Zheng Xinyi, then turned and walked into the ward after saying this.
Zheng Xinyi's tears streamed down. She leaned against the wall, closed her eyes gently, bit her lips helplessly, and her painful expression made me feel distressed. She cried silently.
Zheng Xinyue and Cuihua frowned, looked at each other, and then hurried over to support Xinyi: "Come sit over here for a while."
Zheng Xinyi felt paralyzed. She sat on a stool, covering her face with her hands, and sobbing.
"My daughter." Cuihua placed her distressed hand on her back and wiped away her tears, but she didn't know how to comfort her.
"Mom, if something really happens to Ai Yu, I won't live either." Zheng Xinyi suddenly threw herself into Cuihua's arms and burst into tears.
Cuihua shed tears while caressing her hair with her loving hands: "Don't talk nonsense, Ai Yu will be fine."
"Second sister." Zheng Xinyue sat beside her, hugging her tightly with her warm arms.
The atmosphere in the entire hospital corridor was oppressive. Zheng Xinyi felt so depressed that she could hardly breathe. Zheng Shaochun, who was standing aside, watched the three mothers hugging each other and crying, feeling helpless.
I don’t know how long it took, but the door of the ward finally opened.
Zheng Shaochun wiped away the tears from his eyes and was the first to run over and ask, "Doctor, how is my grandson?"
Niang San looked at the doctor with tears in her eyes, waiting for his response.
"The child had a severe fever. If he had been brought in half an hour later, his life would have been in danger. Fortunately, you brought him in time and he did not develop pneumonia. The child's fever has begun to subside, so you don't have to worry." The doctor responded in detail.
"Thank you, doctor." Zheng Shaochun raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said to the doctor from the bottom of his heart.
"Second sister, Ai Yu is fine." Zheng Xinyue shook Zheng Xinyi's body excitedly.
"I said my grandson is blessed with good fortune and will be fine." Cuihua responded with a smile.
Zheng Xinyi nodded slightly, her heart finally settled down, and she sighed softly, but the tears still kept falling. She herself couldn't tell whether the tears she shed were from excitement and joy, or from worry and fear.
"Why are you still crying? The child is fine." Cuihua reached out to wipe his tears and comforted him, but she herself was also crying and snotting.
"Who among you is the child's family member?" the nurse came over and asked.
Zheng Xinyi reached out and wiped the tears from her face, then slowly stood up: "I am the child's mother."
"Please come over and help me complete the hospitalization procedures for the child," said the nurse.
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