Mrs. Liu advised her earnestly, "I think Xiao Qin is a capable man. It's not a problem for him to support you and your mother. Why do you have to work so hard?"
"I do this because I like it, and I studied fashion design, so this is right in line with my major. I think it's pretty good."
Although she said so, Mrs. Liu still felt that it was too hard for her to do so.
However, Song Kexia had already made up her mind to do so. She asked people about clothing factories and wanted to cooperate with them.
She not only makes maternity wear, but also children's wear.
With the implementation of family planning these days, children in the family are becoming more and more precious, and parents are willing to spend money on their children.
But she is just starting out now, so she can't take too big steps and has to take it one step at a time.
She plans to test the waters by making a few hundred pieces of clothing first.
But when the butler heard that she only made a few hundred pieces of clothing for one order, he ignored her completely.
Not only did the garment factories ignore her, even the small workshops operating secretly were unwilling to take her orders.
Song Kexia had no choice but to go to each tailor shop one by one and ask them for help.
But this will slow down the efficiency a lot.
After solving the problem of supply, she still has to find a place to sell the goods.
After observation, she found that the place where most pregnant women appeared was the hospital.
Pregnant women should always go for a check-up.
You always have to give gifts when you visit a newborn.
You can't go wrong by opening your store where they can notice it at a glance.
Song Kexia had a good idea, but unfortunately, the houses near the city hospital were in short supply and there were no houses for rent, let alone shops.
If she really couldn't find a place, she would set up a stall. She had to do this no matter what.
Song Kexia was just about to make a big move, but unexpectedly she fell ill first.
Maybe she was tired from running around or caught a cold, but she suddenly developed a high fever.
Originally she just felt sore and weak all over, but in the middle of the night she suddenly had a fever and fell into a deep sleep with black vision.
Mrs. Liu was a little worried when she saw that she had not come downstairs for a long time. She went into the room and saw that her cheeks were red with fever and she could not wake up no matter how she called her.
She originally wanted to send the patient to the hospital, but pregnant women cannot take medicine casually, so she thought about trying to lower her body temperature herself.
She took a thermometer and took Song Kexia's temperature. It was terrible. The fever was 39 degrees.
I took some ice from the refrigerator, but I didn't dare put it directly on her forehead. I melted the ice in a basin of water and used a towel to wipe her face, neck, palms, and feet over and over again.
After rubbing it several times, her body temperature finally slowly dropped.
Song Kexia opened her eyes and looked at her. Her eyes were red and she couldn't see clearly, as if covered by a layer of fog.
"Xia Xia, how do you feel?"
"It's a bit hot."
"You have a high fever, you need to lower it slowly.
Are you hungry? What would you like to eat?
Song Kexia shook her head weakly, "I don't want to eat it, it tastes bitter in my mouth."
"You need to eat to get better quickly when you're sick. I'll make you some porridge."
Song Kexia didn't say anything, but just closed her eyes tiredly.
Mrs. Liu tucked the quilt in for her and hurried downstairs to make her something to eat.
Song Kexia was sleeping soundly when she was woken up to eat porridge. She was already irritable when she woke up, and now she was so angry that she almost cried.
"I don't want to eat."
"You're still sick, you can't go without food.
Eat something first and I'll feed you."
Mrs. Liu helped the person up and leaned her against the head of the bed, feeding her porridge spoonful by spoonful.
Song Kexia had no appetite and felt that the porridge she drank was very hot and bitter.
After eating half a bowl, she didn't want to eat anymore.
Seeing that she really didn't want to eat and her temperature had dropped, Mrs. Liu let her lie down and rest.
I thought her fever would gradually subside, but the next morning, she had a fever again. Mrs. Liu didn't care about anything else and rushed her to the hospital.
The doctor took her temperature and found it was over 38.5 degrees Celsius, so he immediately prescribed her some medicine and an IV drip to lower her temperature.
By noon, her body temperature had finally returned to normal and she felt better, but she felt a little tired and had no energy at all.
When she saw Qin Muye, she could hardly believe her eyes.
Isn't he out of town? Why is he back at this time?
"Qin Muye, you're back?"
Qin Muye saw that her eyes were still burning red and her lips were peeling due to lack of water and fever, and his heart felt as if it was being squeezed.
She was clearly full of life when I left, how could she be so sick?
He walked over quickly, and placed his large palm on Song Kexia's forehead. Finding that the temperature was normal, he asked, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable now?"
It would have been fine if he hadn't asked, but as soon as he did, Song Kexia felt extremely aggrieved. "I feel uncomfortable, my whole body feels uncomfortable."
Qin Muye carefully held the person in his arms, "I'm back, everything is fine."
Song Kexia pouted and said, "I'm afraid of injections. They hurt."
Qin Muye glanced at the infusion bottle hanging on the bedside, and when he saw the needle on the back of Song Kexia's hand, he really wanted to bear the pain for her.
How could someone who usually cries when getting bumped into something endure this pain?
If he hadn't been away on a trip, she wouldn't have gotten sick.
If he could be with her, she wouldn't have gotten so sick without anyone noticing.
She must have been very scared when I wasn't by her side.
"I'm sorry, it's all my fault for not taking good care of you."
Song Kexia thought he would come to blame her and blame her for not taking good care of herself, but she didn't expect him to apologize to her.
"It's not your fault. I got sick because I wasn't paying attention."
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