Chapter 15 Poor Qingsong (2/2)



"Don't put on your shoes yet. I'll get you some hot water. We'll wash your feet and then apply the medicine."

He got frostbite so early, and the frostbite is so severe. It must be a chronic disease. He will have to take medicine.

Qian Chunhua went to the kitchen again to get a basin of water, and then found a box of frostbite ointment in his own space. This was the medicine Qian Chunhua prepared when he was stockpiling medicine in case of an extreme cold disaster.

Zhao Qingsong wore clean clothes and sat on a chair, looking nervously toward the door, fearing that his mother would be even more angry if she didn't see him when she came out.

He was even more worried that his aunt was being too nice to him, and if his mother found out, his aunt would be scolded by his mother.

Zhao Qingsong knew that his aunt could protect him temporarily, but not all the time. Every time his aunt helped him, his mother would punish him twice as much.

Zhao Qingsong really wants his aunt to be his mother.

Qian Chunhua brought hot water.

"Qingsong, soak your feet first and warm them up."

Qingsong's feet not only suffered from frostbite, but also had scratches from not wearing shoes for a long time.

After changing three basins of water, Qian Chunhua finally washed all the dirt off Qingsong's feet.

Disinfect wounds and frostbite areas with disinfectant, then apply anti-inflammatory drugs and frostbite ointment.

Qian Chunhua breathed a sigh of relief. In addition to the injuries on his body, the child also suffered from long-term malnutrition. It would probably take some effort to recover him.

"Qingsong, take a rest. I'll go make you a bowl of noodles."

After settling Qingsong, Qian Chunhua came to the kitchen, and there was definitely nothing in the room.

Qian Chunhua immediately took out noodles and eggs from the space, then went to the vegetable garden in the backyard, picked a handful of vegetables, and planned to make a bowl of egg noodles for Zhao Qingsong.

The main house was not far from the kitchen. When Zhao's mother heard the noise, she came out and saw Qian Chunhua.

"Mom, I'll make a bowl of noodles for Qingsong." Qian Chunhua greeted the old woman.

Mother Zhao nodded, sighed, turned and left without saying anything more.

Arriving at the main house, Zhao Daqing looked at Zhao's mother and asked, "What's the noise?"

Mrs. Zhao: "My dear, make a bowl of noodles for Qingsong. She made the noodles herself."

Zhao Daqing nodded, said nothing more, and continued smoking.

Mother Zhao looked at her husband, thought for a moment, and said, "My husband is a kind person. My husband..."

Zhao Daqing looked at Mrs. Zhao in confusion. They had lived together for a lifetime, so he knew she had something to say. "Just say it if you have something to say. I'm too lazy to guess."

Mother Zhao: "This morning, the eldest son proposed to divide the family. Why don't we slow down? I... We will follow the eldest son's family from now on. I'm afraid the eldest son's wife... "

Zhao Daqing shook his head. "We have already promised, and we can't go back on our word. We have no choice but to stick to it. The eldest brother is gone, and even if the third brother can study in the future, he is supported by the Yue family, so we have limited support. Now the only one we can rely on is the eldest brother."

Zhao Daqing took a long puff of his cigarette. He felt sad when he thought of his old man, but the person is gone and the living have to think about the future. They, an old couple, also have to plan for the future.

Mother Zhao closed her mouth helplessly again.

Qian Chunhua carried the noodles to the east wing, and Zhao Qingsong was already half leaning on the bed.

"Are you cold?" Qian Chunhua asked with a smile.

Zhao Qingsong looked at his aunt's smiling face and felt a little dazed for a moment. This was how his mother felt in his dream.

Looking at the stunned child, Qian Chunhua didn't say much, and immediately dragged the table to the bedside, "Hurry, eat while it's hot."

While Zhao Qingsong was eating noodles, Qian Chunhua began to think about how to exchange Cuihong for a child and make a big fuss about it.

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