Chapter 121 Youyou is sick
The little guy still had a little fever when he woke up, so the doctor put a Stitch fever-reducing patch on his forehead.
"Is it icy?" Shen Minyan asked.
The little guy didn't have the strength to shake his head, but he liked the Stitch on his forehead very much. Even though he was sick, he raised his hand vigorously to touch it.
"No." The little guy answered his father in a low voice.
The doctor had dealt with the little guy many times before, and when he saw him wake up, he smiled and teased him, hoping that the conversation could divert the little guy's attention and relieve his physical discomfort.
"Youyou, do you still remember your uncle?" The doctor was not wearing a white coat. He was called in late at night with only a coat casually draped over him.
After the little guy fell ill, his reactions obviously slowed down a lot. He looked around with his big, wet eyes, and finally his gaze fell on the uncle who was talking to him.
"..." The little guy pouted, turned his little face and crawled into his father's arms.
He showed his round back of the head to the doctor and was not very willing to talk to others.
Because he was really feeling uncomfortable, very tired, and his head was dizzy.
I don’t want to say anything, I don’t want to laugh, I just want to nestle in my dad’s arms.
Although he didn't agree to the request and became aloof after getting sick, the doctor could see that the antipyretic injection had taken effect and the little guy is now much more energetic.
At least he won’t be unable to be woken up, and he won’t fall asleep with a high fever.
In the second half of the night, the little guy's condition stabilized and remained at 37 degrees.
“Director Shen, we’ll stay here with the young master, you can go and rest first.” Children’s fevers are erratic, so someone needs to stay by their side.
As the exclusive medical team of the Shen family, everyone in their team receives a very high salary every year, which is money they probably cannot earn in their entire life in the hospital. It is their duty to take care of the young master until he recovers.
Shen Minyan lowered his eyes and saw a pair of small hands that were still tightly grasping his collar even in sleep.
His heart was deeply touched at this moment. He raised his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Thank you for your hard work. You can go back. I will stay with Youyou tonight."
The doctors didn't say anything. They stood by the bed, nodded slightly to him, and then left the room.
Tang Dou did not leave, but helped with some finishing work, taking out the clothes and shoes that Su Youli and Shen Minyan would wear tomorrow and placing them in place so that they could wear them when they got up tomorrow.
When I came out of the bathroom after cleaning up, Chen Minyan was already holding Su Youli and walking slowly to the living room.
The man's back was bent, and in his strong arms lay a sleeping cub.
The cub's white and tender cheeks were pink, and its lips were a little dry. It was very dependent on its father, and its hands never loosened from beginning to end.
The man's tough features became incredibly soft under the moonlight, and he lowered his head to check on the condition of his little son in his arms with every step he took.
Chu Ying called at this time. It seemed that she couldn't get through to Shen Minyan, so she called Tang Dou directly.
"Xiao Tang, how is Youyou?" The woman's voice was filled with anxiety.
Tang Dou glanced at Shen Minyan who was walking in the living room holding Su Youli, and turned around to report the situation: "Youyou is fine now, I will measure his temperature every thirty minutes. Youyou is sick and refuses to sleep in bed, so Mr. Shen is holding him and walking around the room..."
Children are most vulnerable when they are sick. Even the most well-behaved kids will become a little fussy when they are not feeling well.
What if Youyou makes a fuss and Chen Minyan gets angry and yells at him?
The little guy definitely can’t stand his dad being mean to him and will cry a lot.
Tang Dou could tell from Chu Ying's words that she did not trust Shen Minyan.
After all, this is the Shen family's family affair. Tang Dou did not intend to make any comments. He just said, "I'll ask the director team to see if they can synchronize the surveillance footage in the room to you."
Tang Dou's words reminded Chu Ying, and she asked Tang Dou to give the phone to Shen Minyan.
Chen Minyan agreed without thinking, holding Youyou in one hand and picking up his cell phone with the other hand to call the director.
In less than ten minutes, Chu Ying was able to see the surveillance footage in the father and son's room on the tablet.
Chen Minyan deliberately held Youyou and stood under the camera, lifting the small blanket covering the little guy's chin.
A sick little face appeared in the sight, with eyes closed and cheeks a little red due to fever. The hair on the forehead was tied to the top of the head by Tang Dou with a small clip, and a Stitch fever-reducing patch was stuck on the white forehead.
The sick little guy looked so pitiful, his little hands were warm from the fever, his little arms stretched out from the quilt, tightly holding on to his father, the only person who made him feel safe now.
The little guy looked sick indeed, but he was sleeping soundly and breathing evenly. Chu Ying finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"If you are tired, let Tang Dou take care of Youyou. He has experience."
Shen Minyan raised his eyes and shook his head at the camera: “I’m not tired.”
Okay, Chu Ying raised her eyebrows. This is what he should do as a father anyway.
After Tang Dou took the little guy's temperature for the second time and the temperature returned to the normal range, Shen Minyan let Tang Dou go back to rest.
At this time, the sky outside the window was gradually turning pale. After giving a few simple instructions, Tang Dou left.
At five o'clock in the morning, Su Youli's face finally returned to a healthy light pink. Shen Minyan held him in his arms and began to prepare milk powder for the little guy according to the doctor's instructions.
This way the little one can drink it when he wakes up and replenish his energy immediately.
As long as the child can eat, it means that the illness is slowly recovering.
At seven o'clock in the morning, Pei Qiqi did not see Youyou in the kitchen, and learned from the director uncle that Youyou had a high fever last night. He immediately climbed to the second floor and knocked on the door.
Mi Huan and Mi Le followed closely behind, and Hua Zhao took a clean plate and put some breakfast on it.
When the door was opened, Youyou in Chen Minyan's arms had already been put into the big bed, and Chen Minyan, who had been holding the baby all night, was rubbing his sore arms.
Pei Qiqi was a little anxious, and couldn't help glancing inside: "Uncle Shen, is Youyou okay?"
Shen Minyan smiled faintly and nodded: "The fever has subsided, you can come in."
The little guy had already woken up once just now, but he was still a little dizzy. He called out "Daddy" in a baby voice.
In fact, Chen Minyan knew very well that Youyou was most likely not calling him. She was so clingy last night probably because she and Qin Kun had a similar body shape, so she was so intimate with him.
But it doesn’t matter, a substitute dad is still a dad, right? Boss Shen is very open-minded.
Mile was led by Mi Huan and walked into the room with light steps.
"Youyou, are you feeling uncomfortable?" Mile was particularly well-behaved today. His brother asked him to sit on the stool beside the bed, and he sat down obediently without making any trouble.
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I made up that the surveillance on the variety show can be synchronized with Chu Ying, don't argue
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