Chapter 335 Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!
Early morning.
Lou Heming carried the medicine box and arrived at the door of Mao Mao's room.
He raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Mao Mao? Are you awake?"
He waited for a while, but there was no sound from inside the house.
Xia Xiaoxiang came out of the Third Concubine's room upon hearing the noise: "Second Young Master, Mao Mao should still be sleeping."
Lou Heming nodded politely to her and raised the first-aid kit in his hand, indicating, "I'll take Mao Mao's temperature."
"Please go in."
"Then I'll take my leave."
Lou Heming pressed the doorknob and went inside.
Inside, the curtains were drawn, but the bright sunlight still shone through the gaps, so the room wasn't too dark. He could see at a glance that two round little balls were curled up on the big bed, one human and one cat, snuggling close together.
Hearing the sound of someone opening the door, the big white cat twitched its thin, pink ears, opened its heterochromatic eyes, looked up, and saw that it was a familiar person. It meowed once and then lay back down.
With her eyes closed, Mao Mao's little hands, clenched into fists, were near her chubby cheeks. Her face was flushed from sleeping, and she was curled up in the blankets, looking very sweet.
Lou Heming tiptoed over, first touching Mao Mao's little face, then touching her forehead.
The baby was sleeping soundly in the quilt, soft and warm to the touch. His gentle breath fell on Lou Heming's hand. As if sensing something, Mao Mao turned over and hugged his hand with his little hands. His soft cheeks pressed against his palm, like a little pudding that had walked into a trap.
Lou Heming couldn't help but smile.
But the next moment, his brows furrowed slightly.
Although she's still sleeping, isn't Mao Mao's body temperature a little too high? Her breath is hot.
Lou Heming pulled his hand away and took a thermometer from the first-aid kit.
"Mao Mao?" He gently woke his sister up: "Mao Mao, get up and take your temperature."
"Hmm..."
Mao Mao groggily opened her eyes, her big eyes still blurry with sleep: "Brother?"
"It's me."
Lou Heming lifted her up and put the thermometer into her mouth.
Mao Mao was still dazed and confused, unable to even open her eyes. At this moment, she was like a doll, doing whatever her brother told her to do. With the thermometer in her mouth, she waited in a daze, her small body like a puddle of water, almost flowing into the blankets again.
Lou Heming held her with his large hand, mentally timing it. When the time was up, he pinched one end of the thermometer and said, "Mao Mao, open your mouth."
I took out the thermometer and saw that it read 38.5℃.
It wasn't his imagination after all!
Why did resting for one night make Mao Mao even sicker?
"Second Young Master," Xia Xiaoxiang asked with concern, "How is Mao Mao doing?"
"Her temperature is a little higher than yesterday."
"What?!" Xia Xiaoxiang immediately blamed herself: "It's all my fault. Last night, Mao Mao refused to let me stay with her and insisted on sleeping alone. She's so young, how could I have agreed to that!"
"Did Mao Mao sleep alone last night?" Lou Heming rummaged through the medicine box, looking for the usual fever reducers, and casually said, "I saw that she was covered with the blanket properly, so she shouldn't have caught a cold. Don't worry, her temperature isn't too high. I'll prescribe some medicine for Mao Mao."
Xia Xiaoxiang felt extremely guilty.
Despite not catching a cold, Mao Mao's illness worsened.
If she hadn't agreed to watch over Mao Mao last night, would Mao Mao's illness have not worsened?
Mao Mao's head was spinning, and she opened her eyes wide in confusion, looking at the person in front of her: "Mother..."
Xia Xiaoxiang quickly grasped her little hand and said, choking back tears, "Mother is here."
"Mother, I want to..."
"What do you want?" Xia Xiaoxiang immediately replied, "Mother will give you anything."
Mao Mao touched her flat little belly and said obediently, "I'm hungry, I want to eat."
Xia Xiaoxiang: "..."
Lou Heming took out fever reducer from the medicine box. Since Mao Mao was small, he only gave her half the adult dose: "That's just right, take it after meals."
Early in the morning, a group of people gathered around the large bed again.
Everyone from the Lou family was present, even Lou Yansui appeared in Mao Mao's room wearing his school uniform.
The pillows were folded up, and Mao Mao's small body leaned against them, her mouth wide open, waiting for her mother to feed her porridge: "Ah—"
She took a big gulp, her cheeks puffing out.
Mao Mao happily ate the meat porridge that the chef uncle had just made for her, her little feet swinging back and forth happily inside the blanket.
After finishing one spoonful, have another.
Before she had even finished a bite, her mother had already scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it to cool it down, and fed it to her.
Ever since Mao Mao learned to eat with a spoon, her mother no longer feeds her like a baby; she hasn't experienced such treatment in a long time.
Not only her mother, but everyone else also gathered around the bed, offering words of comfort and concern.
"Mao Mao, how are you feeling?"
"Is one bowl enough? If not, I'll have someone bring another bowl over?"
"Won't we get tired of just eating meat porridge? Should we ask the kitchen to make something sweet as well?"
Mao Mao happily swung her little feet: "Mao Mao wants to eat... wants to eat cake!"
The second concubine, who was closest to the door, immediately shouted outside, "Ah Chun, call and order a cream cake!"
After finishing a bowl of porridge, Mao Mao's belly became round and bulging. Xia Xiaoxiang then handed her the medicine: "Here, take your medicine."
Mao Mao ate obediently.
She swallowed a little slowly, and the medicine dissolved in her mouth, tasting bitter, which made her little face scrunch up. Xia Xiaoxiang quickly fed her half a cup of water. Mao Mao pursed her lips and was then fed a piece of candy by her mother.
With a candy in her mouth, she threw off the covers and tried to get up.
"Hey." Xia Xiaoxiang quickly pressed her back down: "Where are we going?"
Mao Mao excitedly said, "Mao Mao is going to kindergarten."
"Go to kindergarten?" Third Aunt exclaimed. "You're so sick, why would you go to kindergarten? You'll catch your illness there, and with so many sick children, going there will only make your condition worse. Honey, we're not going today."
Mao Mao stared blankly: "Mao Mao can't go to kindergarten anymore?"
The first wife comforted her, "I'll call the kindergarten later and ask for a few days off for you. You can go back to school when you're better."
Maomao: "..."
Mao Mao's little feet stopped wobbling.
She blinked, her eyes visibly lowering, and twisted her short fingers: "When will Mao Mao be ready..."
What a studious child!
Lou Hongjian moved closer to her from the other side of the bed and put his arm around her small body: "It's fun at home too. Brother will play with Mao Mao until she gets better!"
Lou Yansui: "Third brother, you're so cunning."
Lou Hongjian said with a grin, "Ah Sui, Mao Mao is sick and can't go to school. As her older brother, you have to set a good example for her. You can't... Achoo!"
Lou Hongjian suddenly sneezed and froze.
All eyes were on him.
Even Mao Mao tilted her little head up, looking at him blankly. Suddenly, she thought of something and climbed out of his arms using both her hands and feet.
"Mao Mao, wait, I... Achoo!" Another sneeze. Lou Hongjian dared not chase after his sister. He rubbed his nose in confusion. Why was it so itchy?
Lou Heming frowned: "Ah Hong, have you been wearing too little clothing and caught a cold?"
Lou Hongjian was confused: "Impossible, it's not even the coldest time of winter yet, I'm perfectly healthy."
The first wife shook her head: "I always tell you to wear more clothes, but you never listen. No matter how healthy you are, you can't... Achoo!"
The first wife also paused for a moment.
Lou Heming immediately opened the first-aid kit and looked for a thermometer inside.
As if a switch had been flipped, someone in the crowd sneezed.
A bunch of people were standing in the room, the first concubine, the second concubine... one after another. Even Lou Fengju, who was standing by the wall, rubbed his nose.
Old Madam Lou looked at everyone, completely bewildered: "What's wrong? Are you all sick?"
With so many people, there aren't enough thermometers to go around.
Besides, their family members have always been in good health. Last winter was so cold, but very few people got sick, let alone now.
Lou Heming stopped what he was doing. His keen medical senses caused his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses to narrow slightly as his insightful gaze swept over the crowd: "You..."
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