Chapter 36 The little brother who curses is so powerful
Yang Yihe knew very early that she would have a stepmother, and her father always compared her with her stepmother's nephews and nieces.
Saying how happy she is to have enough food and warm clothes.
Look at the stepmother’s nephews and nieces, they are not well fed or clothed, and they are also beaten.
So ever since she heard about her stepmother, she fell into deep panic. Not only was she afraid that her father hated her, she was even more worried that her stepmother would torture her.
But when I saw my stepmother's nephew today, I felt that he didn't look like someone who could be bullied easily.
Her father always told her not to talk nonsense outside, because children's words are annoying. But when she saw the boy in front of her today, Yang Yihe felt that he was really good at swearing! !
Just like what the little brother said, why would dad prefer to pay attention to other children instead of her?
His originally dizzy head, but as he looked at He Yuxiang's eyes, there was a spark of light in them.
Yang Xiujin was embarrassed to be scolded by a child, and when he saw that Chen Qing did not reprimand He Yuxiang, he felt even more embarrassed: "Xiaoqing, look at your nephew, he doesn't know how to respect his elders at all."
"Are there any elders here?" Chen Qing asked irritably, "I'm in a bad mood now. You'd better not talk to me, otherwise I will say something even more disrespectful to the elders."
She held He Yuting and turned to the other side, anxiously waiting for the temperature measured by the mercury thermometer.
The nurse came over to get the thermometer, walked under the light bulb to take a closer look, and frowned: "39.6 degrees, high fever."
"How long will the queue last?" Chen Qing asked.
"About an hour. There's nothing I can do." The young nurse sighed, and went to disinfect the thermometer, took the temperature of other children, and asked parents to remember their children's temperature.
Chen Qing lowered her head and wanted to comfort Xiaoyu, and found that the little girl was nestled in her arms obediently, her flushed face was covered with sweat, like a ripe peach, her big eyes were misty, and she didn't say anything about being uncomfortable.
Chen Qingxin felt her grip tightened. After a while, she lowered her eyes and saw tiny tears condensing on Xiaoyu's eyelashes, but she bit her lower lip and said nothing, just buried her head deep in her arms.
"If you feel bad, tell your aunt."
Chen Qing imitated the tone of voice used by the orphanage volunteers to coax children in his memory, and went to borrow warm water from the nurse, and gently wiped the child's sweaty temples with a handkerchief soaked in warm water.
When the old-fashioned clock in the hospital hit two o'clock, Xiaoyu began to talk nonsense, with her hot forehead pressed against her collarbone, and she mumbled "Mom, wuwu, I want Mom..."
He Yuxiang's eyes turned red instantly, he clenched his fists, and opened his lips slightly, not knowing what to say.
Chen Qing stood up and rocked her gently to comfort her, "We are here, you see my brother and I are here."
The little girl's hands unconsciously tugged at the corner of her clothes, as if she was grabbing her only support.
When the doctor finally called her name, Chen Qing hurriedly walked in carrying the child.
There was a horizontal table in the room with a pulse pillow on it. The doctor sat behind the table and knocked on the table towards Chen Qing, "Bring the child here, let me take a look."
He Yuxiang quickly placed his sister's wrist on the pulse pillow and reported her temperature. "My sister is a premature baby and has a weak constitution. If I prescribe medicine or give her an injection later, can you please not make it too stimulating?"
The doctor glanced at He Yuxiang, nodded, and carefully examined He Yuting's body. He immediately prepared a medicine for the injection. "She is delirious with fever. I have to lower her temperature first. I will also give her an IV drip and prescribe three days of medicine. It will cost about three dollars and fifty cents. Is that okay?"
The machinery factory is one of the leading factories in the province, and the workers have very good welfare benefits, but there are scumbags who are unwilling to treat their children in order to save money.
"Okay, okay!" Chen Qing nodded hurriedly.
The doctor came over with a needle. Xiaoyu, who had just opened her eyes, stiffened suddenly when she saw the thin needle. Her originally confused eyes instantly became clearer. Her little mouth pursed and tears welled up in her eyes.
"No... don't get the injection..."
She spoke in a small, tearful voice and shrank into her aunt's arms, as if she wanted to hide.
Chen Qing's heart softened, and he tightened his arms to hold Xiaoyu tighter. He patted her back with his other hand: "Don't be afraid, your aunt and brother are here. Xiaoyu is the bravest, right? It will be fine in a moment."
Xiaoyu nodded with sobs, her little hands tightly grasping her clothes, her eyes closed tightly. The moment the needle pierced her, her body trembled, but she didn't cry out, she just buried her face deeper.
Chen Qing could feel a burst of moisture on his body, and his heart was also sour and swollen. He whispered: "Xiao Yu is great."
Looking again, the villain next to him had red eyes. Chen Qing wondered, "What's wrong with you?"
He Yuxiang sniffed and glared at her: "What do you care!"
Chen Qing rolled his eyes. This brat really deserves a beating!
Taking the prescription written by the doctor, the two went to the pharmacy and asked them to prepare the injection and prescribe medicine.
Chen Qing: "You take the money from my pocket and give it to the accountant uncle."
He Yuxiang quickly took money out of her pocket. Seeing that she took out five big unity banknotes, he felt extremely complicated about the family savings. He took the change from the accountant and put it back into her pocket.
When I handed the prescription to the pharmacy nurse, she asked, "Is the child four years old?"
"right."
"Then I'll grind it into powder for her."
Chen Qing thanked him and waited. After getting the medicine, he started a new round of intravenous drip for Xiaoyu.
The drip was uncomfortable without the needle in the buttocks, and Xiaoyu fell asleep, so Chen Qing also breathed a sigh of relief.
He Yuxiang was a six-year-old child, but he sat there quietly, staring at the IV bottle. After the medicine was finished, he immediately called the nurse to remove the needle.
He also touched his sister's forehead, feeling that her fever was slowly subsiding and her tense nerves were finally able to relax a little.
The old-fashioned wall clock in the hospital showed that it was past three o'clock, and Chen Qing carried Xiaoyu and prepared to go home.
Yang Xiujin, who was waiting for her, stopped Chen Qing and said, "Xiaoqing, have you been angry with me recently? You know..."
"roll!"
Chen Qing's patience ran out.
He strode past him and hurried home.
Xiaoyu was very thin, but she was still a four-year-old child, weighing 25 kilograms. Chen Qing couldn't let He Yuxiang hold her, because he was very strong, but he would definitely walk slowly if he held a child. It was windy at night, and they went out in a hurry and didn't prepare a thin blanket, so they had to go home quickly.
Yang Xiujin's face turned dark.
Yang Yihe cried, "Dad, my hand hurts."
"You're just being hypocritical." Yang Xiujin glanced at her and said, "You have to remember that if someone asks you if you're feeling well tomorrow, you have to say you're not feeling well. That way, Dad can accompany you when you're sick, okay?"
Yang Yihe nodded in confusion.
Yang Xiujin then hugged her and said, "Dad loves you the most in the world and will never hurt you, do you understand?"
"I know." Yang Yihe rested her chin on her father's shoulder, her eyes closely following He Yuxiang who was holding a flashlight.
(End of this chapter)
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