When Shi Qian returned to the room, he casually tossed Meng Qing's pajamas onto the sofa.
While claiming to take good care of patients, Shi Qian never actually cared for anyone else.
He has been destined for a life of comfort since childhood, mainly because he has met very few people, has few friends, and is the youngest child in his family.
There was no one who needed his care.
However, since he has already made such a bold statement about taking care of Meng Qing, then he must do it seriously.
He regarded Meng Qing as another playmate of his, after all, his only friend since childhood was Shi Yan.
But Shi Yan has been acting strangely lately. He hasn't come to see him and always hides in his room alone, seemingly lost in thought.
Having no other choice, he could only turn to Meng Qing.
Shi Qian actually felt somewhat lonely. He hadn't been aware of this before, as he was always sick and his mind was in a daze.
My daily routine consists of taking medicine, taking medicine, taking medicine.
Qian wasn't very happy at school because he couldn't make friends, and his classmates looked down on him as a country bumpkin.
They said he was sick and wouldn't play with him.
He is really sick.
So the matter of making friends was dropped.
It can be said that Shi Qian's ability in interpersonal communication is basically zero.
Now that a real person has finally arrived, I'm suddenly filled with the urge to make friends.
"Go take a shower first, and then we'll eat fruit."
Shi Qian picked up a clean set of pajamas and, without waiting for Meng Qing's consent, pushed her directly into the bathroom.
Once the bathroom door closed, Shi Qian leaned against the doorway and heard the sound of the showerhead before finally letting out a sigh of relief.
I curled up on the sofa, took out my phone, and started searching in the browser.
How to take care of a sick person?
The answers varied widely, and Shi Qian carefully read through several of them, silently noting them down in her memo.
As soon as Meng Qing stepped out of the bathroom, he saw Shi Qian standing by the door, looking at him with a gentle expression.
"How's the water temperature? Is it suitable?"
"Did you enjoy the wash?"
Does it feel like home?
This was the first lesson he learned: never abandon someone and take meticulous care of them.
The answer stated that sick people are more emotionally vulnerable and prone to irritability, so they should be given enough care and made to feel the warmth of home.
Meng Qing had no idea what Shi Qian was up to again. After spending several days together, he knew that Shi Qian's thinking was somewhat unpredictable.
But why does taking a bath feel like being at home?
Meng Qing thought about it carefully. At his home in the village, he usually took a bath by drawing water from the well outside. The simple bathroom didn't even have a showerhead.
No, there used to be one, but it had been broken for a long time. My adoptive parents were rarely home, so they didn't care whether things were broken or not; they just wanted something that was usable.
Taking a shower at Shiqian is much more convenient and comfortable than at home; it doesn't have that unpleasant feeling of being at home.
Meng Qing answered honestly, "No."
Shi Qian was momentarily disappointed, and the smile on his face narrowed, but he quickly cheered up and continued:
"It's okay, we need to be optimistic. As long as we stay optimistic, we will definitely be able to overcome the disease."
Shi Qian clenched her small fists and gestured in front of her chest to show encouragement.
This is the second lesson he learned: positive verbal encouragement helps patients maintain an optimistic attitude.
Meng Qing was even more confused. Although severe allergies can be fatal, he didn't seem to have reached that point yet.
Seeing that Meng Qing had no reaction, Shi Qian was not discouraged and immediately thought of a third point: provide basic care for patients, including dressing and using the toilet.
When Shi Qian saw that Meng Qing had finished showering and was already dressed, she couldn't very well take off his clothes and put them back on.
So I asked, "Do you need to use the restroom now?"
Meng Qing didn't know why the topic suddenly came up, and although she was puzzled, she still answered "I don't want to."
Shi Qian was very frustrated, but going to the toilet is something that no one can control. Meng Qing wasn't in a hurry now; there would be plenty of opportunities to be in a hurry later.
Don't be discouraged!
Shi Qian looked Meng Qing over again and noticed that Meng Qing's hair was still wet.
Oh, and I can also blow-dry his hair.
Shi Qian instantly found something to do and rushed to the bathroom to take out a hairdryer from the cabinet.
He ran up to Meng Qing excitedly and said, "Let me blow-dry your hair!"
Meng Qing doesn't have the habit of blow-drying her hair. Her adoptive parents didn't have such things at home before, and they would just wash their hair and let it air dry.
Although it's sometimes very cold in winter and it's uncomfortable to have wet hair, you get used to it after a while.
Seeing Shi Qian's happy expression, Meng Qing did not refuse and let Shi Qian sit down on the sofa.
It was also Shi Qian's first time blow-drying someone's hair, and she was both nervous and excited.
Meng Qing's hair is short, straight, and stiff, unlike his hair, which is curly and soft.
To be honest, it's not easy to blow-dry. Shi Qian usually has someone else blow-dry his hair for him, so he can only do it based on his memory.
Meng Qing felt like his head was on fire under Shi Qian's care. He felt his scalp burning and could even smell the burning of his hair.
Shi Qian's soft hands stroked his scalp. Although it felt comfortable, occasionally she would pull his hair and drag his entire scalp, giving him the illusion that his skull was about to be flipped off.
Meng Qing didn't want to discourage the child, but he also didn't want to lose his hair at a young age, so he decisively reached out and took the hairdryer from Shi Qian's hand.
"I'll do it myself."
"It's not that you can't play well, it's just that I'm worried your hands will get tired if you play for too long."
Shi Qian also felt a bit tired, so she didn't ask to continue. While Meng Qing was drying her hair, she secretly hid behind the sofa and looked through the memos on her phone.
The fourth point about caring for patients: Prepare nutritious food for them.
Shi Qian glanced at the fruit and milk on the coffee table. Ah, there's plenty of that.
So he went around to the front of the sofa, picked up the fruit, and sat down next to Meng Qing.
He picked up a piece of apple with a skewer and held it to Meng Qing's lips.
Shi Qian was too fast; she had barely opened her mouth to refuse when the apple was already shoved inside.
"Is it tasty?"
Shi Qian looked at Meng Qing expectantly, while Meng Qing felt somewhat helpless. It seemed like this little kid was playing house today.
He finished drying his hair, took the fruit platter from Shi Qian, and said, "I can do it myself."
"good."
Shi Qian sat obediently next to Meng Qing on the sofa.
Meng Qing originally only intended to eat a few bites as a token gesture, because his stomach had been damaged from being hungry for too long and he couldn't eat too much of such cold food.
However, Shi Qian just kept staring at him with her big, round eyes, her long, thick eyelashes casting shadows like small fans under the light.
In sync with Meng Qing's actions, he took a bite of fruit, and Shi Qian's mouth also opened slightly.
It's like coaxing a child.
Meng Qing had never received such care before and found it very novel.
"Want to eat together?"
Meng Qing felt a little embarrassed as she ate more, so she pushed the fruit towards Shi Qian.
Shi Qian hurriedly waved his hand and said, "You eat it, it's the same as me eating it."
Upon hearing this, Meng felt her heart beat a little faster.
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