Zhang Yuechen held Chaochao, who was crying non-stop, in his arms and sat on a chair opposite the pediatrician. He patted the little guy's back with a frown and a worried look on his face. The little guy hugged his neck and kept calling for his mother.
"Doctor, please take a look at my son. He was fine before. He just said he wanted to drink milk, but he drank a lot today. I didn't make him any milk, so he started crying. I made him some milk, but he didn't drink it. He kept crying and asking for his mother. Is he feeling unwell?"
At this moment, Zhang Yuechen has completely lost the eloquent and powerful aura he had in "The King of Bad Gamblers". His whole body exudes a melancholy aura. His eyes are full of worry and distress when he looks at the little guy, and his previous spirited look is no longer there.
Seeing this, the intern dads waiting outside sighed in their hearts. They could understand Zhang Yuechen's feelings very well.
Qi Xiangyu could understand it. After all, the little fat boy was his younger brother. Although he was a little noisy and naughty at ordinary times, he would also be very worried if he was really sick. It was just a matter of whether he would show it or not. After all, the little fat boy was only five years old.
"Teacher Zhang, hold the baby and face him to me," the pediatrician said while looking at Zhang Yuechen with a stethoscope. Zhang Yuechen nodded and turned Chaochao to face her. She looked at Chaochao and coaxed him with a smile, "Is the baby feeling uncomfortable? Can I take a look at you?"
The tone is inquiring, but the hand reaches out directly. In order to divert the baby's attention with words, the hand movements must be quick, otherwise the baby will cry even harder.
"Woo... Daddy~" Chaochao turned around and wanted to hug Zhang Yuechen. Zhang Yuechen held him and coaxed him, not letting him move. He seemed to be in great pain and cried, "Looking for Mommy..."
The pediatric doctor took the stethoscope back and hung it up, then reached out and gently touched Chaochao's little belly. It would have been fine if he hadn't touched it, but once he did, the little guy cried even harder.
"Did Teacher Zhang give the baby a coat when you took him out for a walk tonight?"
The pediatrician asked with a frown. Zhang Yuechen paused, his eyes instantly filled with regret. He shook his head, his words full of regret.
"I wanted to dress him when we went out tonight, but he said he was hot and refused to wear it, so I didn't force him to wear it. Not long after we walked out, there was a large square with a small pool. He and Mantou played there together, but I ignored them. Did my Chaochao catch a cold?"
"You caught a cold," the pediatric doctor turned around and took out a very cute children's warm patch from the medicine box. After rubbing it warm, he tore off the paper cover and gently stuck it on Chaochao's belly. "Although it is spring and summer is coming soon, the baby's physique is different from that of an adult. The temperature difference between morning and evening is still a bit big here at this time, so you still need to keep warm at night."
Not long after the warm patch was applied to Chaochao's belly, it became warm. The pain in his belly caused by the cold was finally relieved a lot, and his crying became quieter.
Zhang Yuechen's heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally relaxed a little. He wrapped Chaochao in the blanket again and nodded gratefully to the pediatrician.
"Look, you're not crying now," the pediatrician smiled and gently pinched Chaochao's little face, then turned around and took out the Children's Cold Medicine Granules and handed them to Zhang Yuechen, "Take this back and mix it for your baby, one bag at a time, twice a day. During this period, don't give your baby cold or greasy food."
"Okay, I'll remember that. Thank you, doctor."
Zhang Yuechen held Chaochao and bowed to the pediatrician in gratitude. The pediatrician quickly helped him up and shook his head. "This is what I should do. You should take the baby back soon. If you have any questions, just let the staff call me and I will go directly there."
"Okay, thank you for your help."
Zhang Yuechen sincerely thanked the pediatrician, and then walked out of the room with Chao Chao, who was still sobbing with tears in his eyes. When he saw everyone, he was stunned for a moment, then forced a smile at them, "You guys haven't slept yet?"
"We came to see Chaochao after hearing him crying and you were so worried," Gu Linchen patted Zhang Yuechen on the shoulder and consoled him, "It's okay. Just be careful with your cold. The little guy will be well soon."
"My daughter is also the type that gets sick easily when the temperature difference is big, but I paid attention to protection and gave her vitamin C supplements, which improved her immunity and she got much better. You can buy some vitamin C for your son and give him supplements every once in a while. It's not good to give him supplements too often, so you have to give him supplements at intervals."
Lin Fengyu held Angel and watched Zhang Yuechen's serious suggestions. Zhang Yuechen nodded and wrote this point down. Song Lianqing walked up to him holding the little kid and comforted him, "When children have a minor cold, they will produce antibodies, which is also helpful for improving immunity. Don't worry too much. Just protect him well and take medicine."
"Brother, here's a little cookie for you. Get well soon."
The little milk ball handed the biscuit to Chaochao. Chaochao blinked his big wet eyes, stretched out his little hand to take the biscuit, and cried in a milky voice, "Thank you, little candy brother~"
“You’re welcome~” Little Candy stretched out her white and tender paws to wipe Chaochao’s tears, blinked her big eyes and held his little hand, “Tongtong Feifei~Be good, little brother.”
The two old fathers, who were touched by the interaction between the little cubs, smiled dotingly. Qi Xiangyu looked at the smile on Song Lianqing's face, and the corners of his lips also rose. He didn't quite understand Song Lianqing's father's mentality at the moment, but as long as he felt happy, then he was happy.
After the little incident, everyone went back to their own rooms, packed up their things, and went to bed. The night soon became peaceful.
The next morning, the little kid woke up before Song Lianqing. He glanced at Song Lianqing who was still sleeping, rubbed his big eyes, then climbed out of bed with messy hair and ran to the bathroom to wash up.
After a while, the little kid came out to find clothes to put on. His movements were very gentle and considerate so as not to disturb Song Lianqing's sleep. He put on his clothes and walked out of the door with his short legs.
It was around 5:50 in the morning and no one had gotten up yet, but the live broadcast equipment was not turned off. Some viewers who had stayed up all night were preparing to go to bed, but when they saw Xiaonaituanzi coming out of the room by himself, they sat down again, wondering what he was going to do.
The little kid ran into the kitchen, walked around it, and his fat lips puffed up. He looked around and saw the rice in the big jar. His big eyes lit up instantly.
The little kid walked to the stove and took a pot for cooking porridge from it. He was so small, and holding the pot, he looked so cute, just like a hamster holding a steamed bun.
The audience in the live broadcast room didn't know what Xiaonaituanzi was going to do, so they started recording the screen. Then, they were shocked to see Xiaonaituanzi skillfully scooping rice, washing rice, peeling corn, washing corn, and then mixing them together and adding a lot of water.
The little boy turned around and moved a stool, then used all his strength to move the pot to the stove. The audience in the live broadcast room were terrified, fearing that he would slip and get hurt. Their heart rate was even faster than when they were staying up late.
Fortunately, Xiaonaituanzi put the pot safely in place, turned on the fire, and started cooking porridge under their surprised and shocked gazes. The audience in the live broadcast room were stunned.
Fuck, this kid can't even be described as a child prodigy. Little Candy, he he he, is simply my god! Not only is he good at studying, he can even cook. On the other hand, they are so old, but they still have to ask their mother if they can drink milk? They are useless!
The whole process of Xiaonaitanzi cooking porridge was recorded by the audience in the live broadcast room and uploaded to the Internet. He was very popular at that time. As soon as he went online, he attracted a large number of people to watch. Xiaonaitanzi instantly topped the hot search list again.