Fortunately, it was already getting light, and Bling could see the road clearly; otherwise, if he had fallen into a ditch, the situation would have been even worse.
She rode her bicycle with all her might, speeding all the way to the hospital. She parked the bike haphazardly, carried the child inside, and
"Doctor, doctor, quick! A child has a persistent high fever."
Just as the doctors were preparing to finish their night shift, they saw Bu Ling like this, immediately shook their heads to shake off their fatigue, surrounded her, untied the child, and carried her towards the examination room.
Bling quickly followed.
Aunt Tian and Sangs also came in, together with Buling.
After waiting for a while, a middle-aged male doctor came out. He looked rather grim and said to the anxious family members outside, "What kind of care did you give your child? He had already developed pneumonia before you brought him to the hospital. If you had waited any longer, his brain would have suffered irreversible damage!"
Upon hearing this, Aunt Tian's legs went weak and she almost collapsed.
Fortunately, Sangshen reacted quickly and grabbed her.
"Doctor, please tell us how to save us, we will definitely cooperate."
"Give them a fever-reducing injection first, then an IV drip. Let's see how they are in the hospital. If the fever goes down, everything will be fine. If it doesn't..." The doctor didn't say what would happen if the fever didn't go down, shook his head, and walked past the group.
"Family members, please come over to get the necessary documents and complete the hospitalization procedures."
Aunt Tian could barely stand, and seeing this, Bu Ling said, "I'll go, Mulberry, look at this little bit, Aunt Tian."
Did you bring any money?
"I brought it."
Sangshen nodded and helped Aunt Tian into the clinic, while Buling followed the doctor to complete the admission procedures and pay the fees.
An hour later, little Chen Cong lay pale on the hospital bed, an IV drip still attached to his right arm. Grandma Tian held her grandson's left hand, her eyes red-rimmed, staring intently, as if afraid that the next moment her grandson would be gone.
This is her lifeline!
Seeing this, Bu Ling felt a pang of sadness. She walked over to Sang Shen and whispered, "Brother Sang, could you go see if the hospital cafeteria sells breakfast? Aunt Tian needs to eat something, otherwise she won't be able to handle it." As she spoke, she slipped Sang Shen a few bills.
Mulberries don't want
"Aunt Tian won't agree," Bu Ling said.
Sangshen accepted the gift, then went to the cafeteria for a walk, but found nothing. The cafeteria staff hadn't started work yet. After thinking for a moment, he left the hospital, got on his bicycle, and headed towards the government building. There was a cafeteria there, and staff would be there in the evenings.
He borrowed two lunchboxes, filled two bowls with sweet potato porridge, bought four cornbread buns, wrapped them in his army overcoat, and then returned to the hospital.
In the hospital room, Bu Ling noticed that he hadn't replied for a long time: "Why did it take you so long?"
“I bought it from the canteen at the government building; the hospital canteen isn’t open yet.” He said, taking out two lunchboxes: “I got two portions; you can have some too.”
Bu Ling felt a warmth in her heart: "I understand, you go to work first. There's no need for so many people to watch over things; Aunt Tian and I are enough." There was no need for all three of them to be there.
Mulberry nodded: "Eat it while it's hot, don't let it get cold."
"Okay~"
Sangshen patted her head, turned and walked away. When he reached the door, he turned back and said, "I put your bicycle at the front desk for you. It wasn't stolen."
"Thank you, Mulberry." She had really forgotten about the bicycle.
"Why are you being so polite with me?" Sangshen raised an eyebrow.
"Alright, alright, you should go now, don't be late for work."
Bu Ling blushed slightly as she pushed the mulberry out of the ward.
Honestly, what's the point of being so handsome?
Sangshen smiled and let her push him, then he said that the little black girl liked him terribly.
After Sangshen left, Buling took a lunchbox and some steamed buns and walked over to Aunt Tian: "Aunt Tian, have something to eat."
Grandma Tian remained motionless, like a mannequin.
Bu Ling sighed, "Aunt Tian, you must take care of yourself. If you collapse, what will happen to Cong Cong? You are his only family."
Aunt Tian's eyes moved.
“Aunt Tian, listen to me, we’re in the hospital now, everything will be alright.”
"Really?" Aunt Tian's voice was a little hoarse.
"Of course, there's a doctor here, Congcong will definitely be fine." If all else fails, she'll take the risk and give the child some Lianhua Qingwen (a traditional Chinese medicine).
Tears welled up in Aunt Tian's eyes, but she picked up her lunchbox and started eating.
Seeing a man in his fifties eating and crying in front of her, Bu Ling felt bad.
She picked up her lunchbox and ate it listlessly.
After finishing her meal, she washed the lunchbox, went to the cafeteria to get some hot water, poured a lunchbox for Aunt Tian, and told her to drink it while warming her hands.
Unlike later years, when wards are always warm and comfortable, hospitals back then only had heating, and it wasn't very hot. If Aunt Tian continued like this, she wouldn't be long before she collapsed.
Around mid-morning, Aunt Wu and Aunt Zhao arrived, placed the eggs they brought on the bedside table, and asked, "How is the situation?"
Aunt Tian had no reaction.
Bu Ling shook his head, gave a wink, and then left the ward.
Aunt Zhao and Aunt Wu followed
"The situation is not good. The doctor said that if the fever goes down tonight, everything will be fine. But if it doesn't go down, he might... become mentally impaired."
Aunt Wu and Aunt Zhao were startled by the last four words: "It's that serious?"
"The doctor said that Congcong was premature, weak, and had poor immunity. He also started having a fever last night. If it doesn't go down within a day and a night, he will have to be given medication, but that medication can damage a child's brain."
That's the reality. There aren't any dedicated fever reducers for children these days. Medications that work perfectly for adults might be too harsh for children. Later, she secretly looked at the instructions for Lianhua Qingwen capsules, which stated that children under six should use them with caution. She had no choice but to give up.
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