After chatting with Fu's mother for a while, Song Zhi saw that she was not in good spirits and a little tired appeared on her face, so she immediately stood up and said goodbye.
"Let's go back first. Have a good rest, aunt. I'll come to see you next time."
Mother Fu nodded reluctantly.
"Hongdie, go and see Zhizhi off."
"good."
Fu Hongdie nodded slightly, and then sent Song Zhi out.
When saying goodbye at the door, Song Zhi secretly glanced at Fu's mother, who was sitting on the sofa with a dazed look on her face, and couldn't help but ask softly, "What's wrong with your mother?"
Fu Hongdie bit her lip before answering, "It's Alzheimer's."
At this point, she looked back at her mother before continuing, "There's also a bit of a hereditary mental issue."
She smiled bitterly, her voice becoming even hoarseer.
"The doctor said that someday she might not even remember me."
In fact, Fu's mother's memory has begun to decline.
Sometimes she would forget what she had in her hands and look for it everywhere.
Sometimes I suddenly forget something.
Fu Hongdie now doesn't dare to leave her side at all. Except for going to the art troupe, she spends all her time with her mother.
Hearing her words, Song Zhi felt heavy in his heart.
Dementia will eventually make you forget everything, even the people closest to you...
But Mrs. Fu looks so young, how could she get this disease?
Song Zhi silently looked at the strong yet fragile girl in front of him, and felt very depressed. Fate was really unfair to them.
She sighed silently, then raised her hand and held Fu Hongdie's cold hand, saying softly: "Don't think too much, everything will be fine. If you need anything, come to me. We are all from the same compound and are friends. Don't be polite to me."
Hearing this, Fu Hongdie was slightly startled and thanked him with red eyes.
"Thank you, Song Zhi."
"It's fine."
Song Zhi gave her another encouraging look before saying goodbye and leaving with Tang Junhe.
As soon as the two of them went downstairs, Song Zhi suddenly stopped, covered her stomach, hunched over, and her little face was tense.
"What's wrong?"
Seeing her strange appearance, Tang Junhe hurried to her side and asked with concern.
"stomachache."
Song Zhi struggled to squeeze out a few words from between his teeth.
In just a short while, she was in so much pain that cold sweat broke out on her forehead and all the color disappeared from her face.
Her stomach felt like it had been punched, and it was in severe pain. She felt her entire abdomen was churning, and her legs were weak in pain.
"Why do you suddenly have a stomachache?" Tang Junhe's face changed drastically when he saw her in so much pain. He quickly held her cold little hand and asked worriedly, "Can you still walk?"
Song Zhi took a few deep breaths, barely suppressing the pain, and gritted his teeth, "It must be because of the pastry I ate. It's moldy."
Hearing this, Tang Junhe immediately understood.
She had indeed just eaten a piece of dessert at Fu's house.
When he heard her say that the snacks were moldy, his handsome face suddenly darkened and he said unhappily, "You knew they were moldy, but you still ate them?"
Song Zhi was in great pain and had no way to respond to Tang Junhe's scolding.
She tightened her face, covered her stomach, and said awkwardly, "I want to go to the bathroom."
Tang Junhe looked at her sweating profusely from the pain and didn't have the heart to argue with her at this time, so he quickly squatted down and carried her on his back.
"Just bear with it, I'll carry you back."
Fortunately, the Song family was not far away. Tang Junhe had been training for many years and had a strong step. He took her back to the Song family in less than two minutes.
As soon as he entered the door, Song Zhi jumped off Tang Junhe's back impatiently and ran straight to the bathroom.
Song Anshan heard the noise and walked out of the room, but saw his daughter rushing into the bathroom like a gust of wind. He stopped there in confusion.
"What's going on?"
Tang Junhe explained with a gloomy expression: "I have a stomachache."
After saying this, he walked away quickly with a sullen face.
When Song Anshan heard this, he was stunned for a moment and hurried to the bathroom door to ask about Song Zhi's situation.
"Zhizhi, are you okay? Why did you get an upset stomach for no reason?"
"fine."
Song Zhi's weak voice soon came from the bathroom.
After going to the toilet, Song Zhi suddenly felt a lot more comfortable. However, before she stepped out of the bathroom door, the feeling came back again. She had to hold her stomach and look back again.
After repeating this several times, Song Zhi was completely exhausted.
By the time she finally came out of the bathroom with a pale face, half an hour had passed.
In this half hour, she had diarrhea five or six times.
She returned to the room dying, and fell on the bed like a puppet with its strings cut off.
Seeing his daughter like this, Song Anshan's heart was in his throat and he hurried over to ask what happened.
"Zhizhi, are you okay? I'll take you to the hospital."
Hearing Song Anshan's anxious voice, Song Zhi barely perked up a bit and responded: "It's okay, no need, I just need to rest for a while."
She is now weak all over and her legs are numb from squatting in the toilet for too long. Let alone going to the hospital, she can't even leave the house.
Song Anshan looked at her pale little face, even her lips were bloodless, she didn't look like she was fine at all.
Just at this moment, there was a sudden rapid knock on the door.
Song Anshan went to open the door.
Tang Junhe was standing at the door, holding a bag with several packets of medicine in it.
As soon as he entered the door, he hurried to find Song Zhi, poured a glass of water, and asked Song Zhi to drink the antidiarrheal medicine.
Soon after taking the antidiarrheal medicine, Song Zhi felt much better, and the churning in his stomach was quickly calmed down.
She regained some energy and thanked Tang Junhe with an embarrassed look on her face.
"Thank you."
Song Anshan, who was standing at the door, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his daughter was fine, and he quietly retreated.
Tang Junhe looked at her, who was dying from diarrhea, and glared at her unhappily.
“Why would you eat the snack if you knew it was bad?”
Song Zhi touched his nose awkwardly and whispered, "Isn't it hard to refuse such a kind offer?"
"It's hard to refuse such a kind offer, so you let yourself get diarrhea and collapse. Why are you so stupid?"
Tang Junhe had a cold face and scolded in a bad mood.
Song Zhi knew that she was wrong and couldn't argue with him, so she hung her head in disappointment and said nothing.
Tang Junhe looked at her like this, sighed helplessly, and his tone finally softened.
"You can't do this anymore, understand?"
"Um."
Song Zhi nodded weakly. How could she dare to do that? This short half hour had almost cost her half her life.
Seeing her pitiful appearance, Tang Junhe couldn't bear to blame her anymore.
He stayed with her until she gradually regained her spirits. Then he stood up and said goodbye: "You should have a good rest and don't eat anything carelessly in the future. I won't disturb your rest and will come to see you another day."
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