Chapter 86 Visiting My Brother
Lou Yansui needs to be hospitalized for half a month for observation, and Mao Mao visits him every day.
Visiting her fourth brother in the hospital has become the most important thing for Mao Mao lately. Every day when she wakes up, before she even has time to open her eyes, she groggily calls out to her mother, "Fourth brother."
"I know, I know, I won't forget you." Xia Xiaoxiang helped her put on her clothes: "After we eat, I'll take you to the hospital to visit the Fourth Young Master."
Mao Mao strained to open her eyes wide: "Eat!"
Xia Xiaoxiang: "You'll definitely get a bite to eat."
Mao Mao shook her head, pouting her earnest little face: "Mao Mao, have dinner with your brother!"
Mao Mao hadn't forgotten her mission.
She's the little helper who supervises her brother's meals!
After breakfast, Mao Mao couldn't wait to put on her little bag and run out to the door to wait for her mother.
Today, my mother was delayed for a while. She stared longingly at the iron gate, squatting in a ball by the door, and everyone who passed by patted her little head.
Seeing that everyone else in the family had left one after another, and still hadn't seen her mother, Mao Mao paced anxiously, calling out, "Mother—"
"Mother—"
Xia Xiaoxiang finally came out after being urged several times by her sweet, childlike voice.
"They're here, they're here."
She carried a thermos containing soup that had just been cooked in the kitchen. Holding her daughter's hand with her other hand, she hailed a rickshaw at the door.
When they arrived at the hospital, Mao Mao didn't need anyone to lead the way; she already knew where her fourth brother's ward was and ran ahead.
Lou Yansui's ward was on a high floor. She struggled to climb the stairs, her short legs moving with difficulty. Halfway up, she could no longer climb and stopped, panting heavily as she gripped the railing.
Xia Xiaoxiang followed behind her carrying a thermos. Seeing this, she found it a little funny: "Slow down, the Fourth Young Master has been staying there all day, he can't run away."
Mao Mao shook its head, and after resting enough, it lifted its little short legs and climbed up with a thud.
After finally finding her fourth brother's ward, Mao Mao lay down beside his bed, resting her chubby chin on the edge of the bed—she was tired!
Lou Yansui was leaning against the headboard, reading a book. He was very happy to see her: "Mao Mao, you're here."
"Brother, food."
"Thank you for reminding me, Mao Mao. I've already had breakfast."
Mao Mao nodded seriously: "Yes!"
"Brother, be good!"
Lou Yansui smiled slightly.
"Brother, are you in pain today?" Mao Mao reached out her little hand and gently touched his legs, which were wrapped in a hospital gown.
"It doesn't hurt anymore."
Lou Yansui moved his legs, using his knee to nudge his sister's soft palm, playing with Mao Mao.
Even through the thin hospital gown, he could feel the warmth of his sister's palms through his legs.
Although his legs were still weak and powerless, he was able to lift them with his own strength and regain his senses, able to feel pain and warmth.
Before long, after rehabilitation and exercise, he was even able to stand up again and walk, run, and jump like a normal person.
Not long ago, Lou Yansui couldn't have imagined that her legs would ever recover.
His doctor, Dr. Andrei, also said that the success of the surgery was a miracle, achieving unexpected success under the most severe conditions.
But he knew that if a miracle really happened, it would be brought about by Mao Mao.
My sister is a miracle God gave him.
“Someone came to see me this morning.” Lou Yansui picked up a cardboard box from the bedside table. “These are some snacks he brought. I can’t eat them yet. Mao Mao, here you go.”
Mao Mao stood on tiptoe and took it with both hands.
It's a pastry from a long-established brand in Haicheng. The sweet, oily aroma wafts from the paper box, making you want to inhale the fragrance.
But she didn't eat it right away. Instead, she put the snack aside, opened her small backpack, and took out a harmonica.
Lou Yansui paused, "Mao Mao, are we going to blow it again today?"
"Mmm!" Mao Mao nodded seriously: "Third brother said that listening to music every day will improve my mood and help brother get better faster."
The phonograph could not be moved to the ward.
Then let Mao Mao blow it!
Lou Yansui: "..."
Lou Yansui: "Fine, keep bragging."
Mao Mao picked up her harmonica, took a deep breath, and brought her chubby little face close to the harmonica: "Pop—pop pop—"
"Pop pop pop—"
Lou Yansui listened without changing her expression, a gentle smile on her face.
Intermittent, discordant popping sounds drifted out of the ward, into the corridor outside, and into other wards.
The nurse pushed open the door carrying a tray: "...Mao Mao, you're here again!"
Mao Mao put down her harmonica and greeted her warmly, "Sister!"
"Lou Yansui, time to change the dressing."
As the nurse deftly changed his dressing, she couldn't help but ask, "Mao Mao, do you play the harmonica for your brother every day? Can't you take a day off?"
"hold head high?"
"It's really...it's really..."
Looking into the little girl's dark, round, and clear eyes, the nurse simply couldn't bring herself to say the rest of her sentence.
It's absolutely awful!!!
When Mao Mao first started playing the harmonica in the ward, the nurses were startled, thinking something had happened to the patient. They rushed over to check, only to find an innocent little bundle of joy.
Now, as soon as they hear that familiar voice, they know it's Mao Mao coming to visit her brother.
Fortunately, the patient in the next ward only complained once. After hearing that the patient here was Lou Dashuai's son, he didn't complain again.
After changing the dressing, the nurse said tactfully, "The patient needs to rest quietly, Mao Mao, don't blow on the air for too long."
"Okay!"
Mao Mao obediently put away her harmonica and returned it to her backpack.
"Fourth Young Master, it's time for your soup."
The surgery severely weakened Lou Yansui. He was already thin, and he looked even thinner after the surgery. Everyone did their best to help him regain his strength, hoping that he would gain a little more weight when he was discharged from the hospital.
Xia Xiaoxiang opened the thermos, and a fragrant aroma wafted out. She took two small bowls and filled them with soup.
He gave one bowl to the fourth young master and one bowl to his youngest daughter.
Xia Xiaoxiang couldn't help but glance at Mao Mao as she gulped down her soup from her small bowl.
When the Fourth Young Master was discharged from the hospital, why did her daughter seem even fatter?
Lou Yansui took a few sips and then put it down.
He lay in bed all day, with little physical activity, and his appetite was really small.
But seeing how much Mao Mao ate, I felt like I could eat a few more bites too.
There was a knock on the ward door twice, and Lou Heming turned the doorknob and walked in.
He was wearing a white lab coat and gold-rimmed glasses, looking quite refined. "Ah Sui, how are you feeling today?"
"That's great, Second Brother." Lou Yansui lifted her foot, looked up at him with a bright smile: "Look, I lifted it a little higher today than yesterday."
"good."
Lou Heming put on his stethoscope and gave him a routine check-up, confirming that his physical condition was normal. When he put it down, he saw that Mao Mao next to him had also put down his bowl.
The little girl had soup stains around her mouth and tilted her head back, letting her mother wipe her face.
"Mao Mao, Asui is taking a break this afternoon. Do you want to come to my office to play?" Lou Heming asked.
Mao Mao shook her head: "No, brother is busy."
"I don't have any shifts or surgeries this afternoon," Lou Heming persisted, "I can take half a day off and play with you."
"No." Mao Mao shook her head again.
Lou Heming couldn't coax his sister, so he had to give up.
What is Mao Mao going to do?
She played the zither, drank soup, ate snacks, chatted with her brother, and listened to him read stories.
When her older brother got tired and was ready to rest, Mao Mao put on her little backpack and strolled out the door.
She had been at the hospital for many days and had become familiar with the area; every nurse knew her.
She didn't go very far.
It's right next door.
Mao Mao tiptoed and knocked on the door: "Uncle, I've come to see you!"
With a "click," the door to the adjacent single room was opened from the inside.
The man who opened the door was a burly, muscular man. He looked down at the little bundle of flesh that barely reached his waist, met the soft, chubby, and tender little face, and after a moment, silently stepped aside.
Nie Zhengyun sat on the hospital bed and looked over, a gentle smile in his eyes: "Miss Lou, you've arrived."
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