Chapter 360 But Allen didn't have a checkup!
It took Mao Mao an entire afternoon to write down all the children's names.
She laboriously moved the stool to the calendar, stood on it, and counted the dates. After looking at them for a while, she jumped off the stool and ran off to find Old Madam Lou, asking her to help her choose a good day.
Then write the date on the invitation letter, and the invitation letter is complete.
As the postman took away her invitation, Mao Mao's heart soared with joy, just like the invitations themselves.
It wasn't until evening, when Xia Xiaoxiang was giving her a bath, that she heard her little voice chattering off-key nursery rhymes.
They sang for as long as they washed.
Even holding water didn't work, so she grabbed the little duck that was bathing with her, and with a little force, the little duck made a "plop" sound in her place.
After taking a bath, Xia Xiaoxiang's head was filled with a chorus of nursery rhymes.
"Why are you so happy?" Xia Xiaoxiang helped her put on her pajamas and gently pinched her soft, rosy cheeks, which were flushed from the hot water. "The date that the old lady chose for you is so far away, more than a week away."
Mao Mao exclaimed happily, "In just over a week, everyone will be able to come and play together!"
oops.
It's been more than a week.
Mao Mao can be happy for more than a week after sending out an invitation, and after the party is over, she can be happy for a long time about having the party.
Xia Xiaoxiang watched her beam with joy, every strand of her hair radiating happiness, and she couldn't help but smile too.
But when she saw Mao Mao running out again with her little pillow, she pouted.
"Mao Mao, did you sleep with the Second Young Master again today?"
"Yes."
"Mao Mao, you've been sleeping with the Second Young Master for a week now." Xia Xiaoxiang held up two hands, raised seven fingers, and waved them in front of her, saying jealously, "You haven't slept with Mother for so long."
Mao Mao hugged her pillow and looked up at her: "Mother, are you feeling better?"
Xia Xiaoxiang: "..."
Why does Mao Mao always sleep with the Second Young Master?
Naturally, it's also because more than a week has passed, and no one is fully recovered.
Xia Xiaoxiang sniffed; her nose was still a little stuffy.
“My brother said that I will sleep with him until everyone gets better.” Mao Mao comforted her in return: “Mom, you need to take good care of yourself and eat more. Get well soon and I can come back.”
Xia Xiaoxiang took her daughter's little hand, kissed her warm palm, and rubbed it against her cheek: "Your little lucky hand can bless your mother to be rich, so why can't it bless your mother to get better soon? When your mother gets better, we can sleep together again."
"Mother, I don't know how to cure illnesses."
Xia Xiaoxiang leaned her face closer and said, "Then kiss your mother."
Mao Mao immediately pouted and gave her mother two wet kisses on the cheeks.
"You wait, Mother will be better tomorrow."
"Hurrah!"
The mother and daughter cuddled together affectionately for a while before Mao Mao waved goodbye to her mother and went to sleep with her little pillow next to her brother.
The big white cat was waiting outside the door. When it saw her come out, it meowed and followed her, wagging its tail.
During this period, Mao Mao slept not only with her brother, but also with the cat.
The two, a human and a cat, ran to Lou Heming's room. Mao Mao tiptoed, turned the doorknob, and poked her little head inside: "Brother?"
"Mao Mao, you're here."
Lou Heming was sitting at his desk looking at something when he heard the voice and turned around. The lamplight illuminated his gentle features: "I'll be done soon. You can choose the story you want to hear tonight, and I'll read it to you in a bit."
After staying at her second brother's place for a week, several more children's fairy tales that Mao Mao liked appeared on her bedside table.
"oh."
Mao Mao put the small pillow on the bed, and the big white cat also jumped lightly onto the bed. As soon as she saw it, she pounced over and pinned the big white cat down with her small body.
Mao Mao leaned close to the pink and white cat ears and whispered, "Kitty, no, you have to wipe your paws."
Meow~~~~
Despite the white cat's reluctance, with its paws hooked on the bedding, Mao Mao still struggled to pick up its round body and drag it off the bed.
My brother said we need to be careful about hygiene.
She skillfully ran into her brother's bathroom, took out the white cat's paw-wiping cloth, and carefully wiped all four of the white cat's paws.
After finishing all this, Lou Heming remained seated at his desk.
"elder brother?"
The arm that was turning the pages suddenly sank, and two small hands came up, followed by a small head. Lou Heming's gaze shifted slightly, meeting a chubby little face. Mao Mao clung to his arm like a little pendant, peeking out from under the table.
Lou Heming smiled. "Mao Mao, were you getting impatient?"
He picked up his sister, held her in his arms, and gently rubbed his chin against her soft, fine hair: "Wait a moment, I'll be done as soon as I've checked all this."
Mao Mao held onto the edge of the table, looking curiously at the unfamiliar papers in front of her.
Unlike the storybooks she usually read, this one had many words she didn't recognize, along with a bunch of strange numbers and pictures.
She tilted her head back and asked, "Brother, are you writing a story too?"
Lou Heming chuckled softly, and the chest on which Mao Mao's head rested trembled slightly.
"I'm not writing a story, I'm preparing for tomorrow's surgery," Lou Heming said. "I have several surgeries tomorrow, and I'm checking if there are any oversights or omissions in my surgical plan, or if there are any better plans."
Lou Heming flipped to the last report, saw the name on it, and glanced down at his younger sister in his arms: "By the way, that little boy you met at the hospital last time, Allen, tomorrow is also his surgery day."
"Oh!" Mao Mao's eyes widened: "Allen!"
Mao Mao still remembers.
The last time she visited someone in the hospital, she met a little boy with blond hair, and she even invited Allen to his party.
However, because Allen was sick and it was unknown when he would be discharged from the hospital, Mao Mao did not write his name when writing the invitation this time.
As soon as her brother mentioned it, Mao Mao immediately remembered: "Brother, Allen is having surgery tomorrow, will he get better soon?"
"Of course." Lou Heming rubbed her head. "Brother will heal him."
"When he gets better, I'll invite him to our house. We can go down the slide, swing on the swings, and I'll treat him to some delicious food. He really loves the chef's desserts."
"no problem."
Mao Mao was filled with delight as she imagined what was happening. Knowing that the papers in front of her were related to her good friend, she and her brother began to look at them carefully.
But she wasn't a doctor, so how could she understand it? Lou Heming turned the page, and the incomprehensible numbers and text made Mao Mao's eyes spin like mosquito coils.
Lou Heming chuckled and introduced it to her: "This is Allen's medical report. Look, his name is here."
Lou Heming explained it to her again, and gave an example: "Last time, Mom took you to the hospital for a full physical examination, and you also have a test report. Through the examination, we can know the patient's physical condition, help the patient to discover the disease in time, and cure them."
"hold head high?"
Mao Mao looked at the medical report in front of her with a puzzled expression, blinked, and then tilted her head back to see her brother's chin.
“But Allen didn’t have a checkup,” Mao Mao said, puzzled.
"Huh?...What do you mean no examination was done?"
"this."
Mao Mao rolled up the sleeves of her pajamas, revealing her fair and tender arms.
Over the past few days, the scabs left by the injection on her arm have almost disappeared, leaving only a faint red dot. But the whole family knows that there used to be a little hero's medal for Mao Mao there.
Lou Heming grasped her arm, his fingertips touching the spot where the little hero's medal had once stood.
"Alan doesn't have this." Mao Mao raised her chubby chin, her little face beaming with pride, and said, "Only Mao Mao has it~"
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