Chuxia rummaged through the pile of medicine and found a mercury thermometer.

She didn't even have the energy to shake the temperature down, so she taught Cen Huaian to do it. She needed to measure her own body temperature.

As she expected, it was 38.5℃, a high fever.

Chuxia found the antipyretic medicine and said to Cen Huaian, "An'an, help me pour half a cup of water."

The thermos was in the room. Cen Huaian got out of bed immediately, not even bothering to wear a short-sleeved shirt, and quickly poured half an enamel cup of water and carefully brought it to Chuxia.

Chuxia held on to the bed and tried to sit up, but she was so weak that it was very difficult to get up.

Seeing this, Cen Huaian immediately put the enamel cup on the table beside the bed: "Mom, I'll help you."

He climbed onto the bed and used all his strength to drag Chuxia up.

This action was so funny that Chu Xia couldn't help laughing and almost fell down again.

However, she still followed Cen Huaian's strength and tried her best to sit up on the bed.

Leaning on the head of the bed, Chu Xia took a fever-reducing medicine.

The effect of the fever-reducing medicine did not take effect so quickly. She couldn't get up and cook in this state.

"An An."

"Mom." When Chu Xia was sick, Cen Huaian completely forgot about the distance between Chu Xia and only thought about how to make his mother get better quickly.

Children are like this. No matter how much they hate their mother, they still want to get their mother's love back.

There is love and there is hate.

Chuxia's throat was not feeling well either, so she spoke weakly: "I have some change in my pocket, take it to the gate of the family compound and buy some buns."

Now that the market is open, there have long been smart people pushing tricycles to sell food, especially at the gates of textile factories and family compounds.

Everyone knows that these workers have money, and there are many people who will buy, so there are people setting up stalls nearby every day.

Not only are there people selling buns, but also people selling fried dough sticks, wontons, and tofu pudding.

However, Cen Huaian is small, and it is easy to burn the soup when he buys it back.

Now there is no plastic box with strict packaging like in later generations. If you buy tofu pudding and wontons, you either eat them there or carry a bowl to get them. The distance from the gate of the family compound is not short, which is not safe.

Cen Huaian took the money and was about to run out, but Chuxia stopped him, "Put on your clothes."

Chuxia's head was dizzy. After Cen Huaian ran out, she lay down again and closed her eyes, just wanting to sleep.

The family building was not soundproof, and she could hear the sounds of cooking, talking, and children making noises outside.

Chuxia was in this environment, dazed, as if she was asleep, but also as if she was not asleep. Those sounds seemed to be separated by a layer and could not be heard clearly.

She seemed to hear Sister Li asking Cen Huaian where she had been.

She didn't hear clearly what Cen Huaian said, and she felt like she was dreaming.

It was not until Sister Li's voice exploded above her head and she opened her eyes that she realized what she heard was real.

"Oh, this fever is quite severe." Sister Li touched her forehead, then touched her own forehead, slapped her thigh and said, "We have to go see a doctor!"

Chu Xia shook her head: "I just took some medicine, I'll sleep for a while and see a doctor if it doesn't work."

She knew what was wrong with her body, it was normal to have a fever, and she would take the same medicine when she went to the doctor.

Sister Li nodded: "Okay, I'll ask for leave from the factory for you."

The people living in this family compound are basically employees of the third textile factory, and Sister Li and her husband also work there.

"Okay, thank you for your help."

"What's the trouble? We're neighbors."

Sister Li stood up and called to Cen Huaian, who was standing beside her, and said, "Let's go to my house and get some soup. It's not enough to just eat buns. You still have to drink something hot." Cen

Huaian didn't move, but took out a bowl of tofu pudding from the basket: "I bought tofu pudding, mom, you drink it."

Sister Li looked at Cen Huaian and felt sorry for him: "Oh, Chuxia, your son is so loving. My daughter and son combined are not as good as him. I really want to take him back to my house."

Chuxia smiled and said, "No, he is my son."

Sister Li left. Chuxia asked Cen Huaian: "Is the tofu pudding heavy when you take it out? Did you get burned?"

"No, mom, drink it quickly."

Cen Huaian couldn't reach Chuxia, so he stepped on a small stool and scooped a spoonful of it to feed her, but he didn't even spill it.

"I'll drink it myself, go get another bowl."

Chuxia poured half a bowl of tofu pudding to Cen Huaian, and she tried to drink half a bowl herself. She

really didn't have much appetite to eat the buns.

After eating, she had to take medicine, and Chinese medicine couldn't be taken without interruption for a day, otherwise the effect of the treatment would be greatly reduced.

Chuxia got off the bed dizzy, and when Cen Huaian came back after washing the dishes, he saw his mother holding her head and staggering out, looking like she was about to fall.

He was so scared that his eyes widened, put the bowl on the table, and ran over to support her with his body.

"Mom, what do you want? I'll get it for you."

He didn't want his mother to move around. He just wanted her to sleep well and get well soon.

"I have to boil the medicine."

At this time, Chuxia felt the inconvenience of being the only adult at home. An An could do some simple things, but she didn't dare to let him boil the medicine. It was too dangerous.

"Mom, I can boil it." Cen Huaian looked up at Chuxia, pursed his lips, and his eyes were firm.

He had seen his mother boil medicine before, and it was not difficult. He didn't want to let his mother suffer. If his mother didn't agree, he wouldn't take the medicine.

Chuxia swallowed the words of refusal: "Then I'll sit next to you and watch you boil it."

Cen Huaian didn't need Chuxia to move. He quickly moved a stool with a backrest to the door and stuffed his small pillow behind the backrest.

"Mom, sit here."

Then she brought Chuxia an enamel cup with boiled water that was just cold enough to drink.

It was the first time for Chuxia to enjoy the care of a five-year-old child. It was quite novel and she had an indescribable feeling in her heart.

It was like a dry river suddenly being injected with a warm current, flowing through every part of her body and making her mouth sweet.

She sat on a chair and said to Cen Huaian, "First open the opening under the coal stove and let the fire rise. Put the medicine in the clay pot and pour three bowls of water."

There was a wooden barrel in the room. Chuxia couldn't carry a full bucket of water, so she usually carried half a bucket for cooking.

Cen Huaian also scooped water from there.

No water was carried this morning, so there was not much water in it.

Before the fire started, Cen Huaian carried the wooden barrel to the water room.

Chuxia was dizzy now, but she was always paying attention to Cen Huaian's movements: "An An, what are you going to do?"

"The water is gone, fetch some water."

"You can't fetch it, I'll fetch it when I get better."

"I can." Cen Huaian ran to the water room with the bucket. He was very smart. He didn't use a bucket to collect water, but a ladle to collect it, and then poured a ladle into the bucket.

Half a bucket was enough. He tried to lift it. He put the scoop in the bucket and carried the bucket with both hands. He walked home with a swaying sound.

Chuxia looked at Cen Huaian in the corridor, whose face was flushed with effort, and did not help him.

When he finally carried the bucket into the house, Chuxia asked him, "It's so heavy, why do you have to carry it?"

Cen Huaian looked at the fire in the coal stove and said, "I think I can do it."

Chuxia smiled and said, "I'm just showing off."

But Cen Huaian is just like that. As long as he doesn't get stubborn over mistakes, nothing else matters.

Chuxia didn't know that what Cen Huaian was actually thinking was: as long as he carried the water, his mother wouldn't have to carry water, and she could have a good rest to recuperate.

Seeing the fire was lit, Cen Huaian put the clay pot on, poured water, and moved a small stool to sit on the side and watch the clay pot.

Chuxia told him to boil the water over high heat, and then simmer over low heat, as long as three bowls of water in the clay pot were reduced to one bowl.

Cen Huaian remembered Chuxia's words firmly, and his eyes were always on the clay pot.

When the medicine was boiled, Chuxia asked Cen Huaian to wrap the clay pot with a towel and bring it down carefully.

"Very good. Now pour it into the bowl and let it cool down."

Then he continued to boil Chuxia's medicine. Cen Huaian watched the fire without any impatience.

He also kept an eye on Chuxia. When he saw that the water in her enamel cup was gone, he immediately got up to pour it for her.

Chuxia's body had begun to sweat, and she needed to replenish water, preferably electrolyte water.

But there was no electrolyte water at the moment, so Chu Xia asked Cen Huaian to put some salt and sugar in the water, which was better than drinking plain water.

After taking the medicine, she changed the coal briquettes.

Chu Xia found that a five-year-old child could do a lot of things.

She watched Cen Huaian replace the coal stove with new honeycomb briquettes, pile the old briquettes and slag in a tin bucket, and when it was full, he took out the slag and poured it out, and finally sealed the coal stove.

There was no mistake in every step, and he even did it more carefully than she did, and cleaned it up neatly.

Chu Xia became even more sleepy, she yawned, and her face looked tired.

"An An, can you go to the Yuhong class by yourself?"

Cen Huaian shook her head and pursed her lips and said, "Mom, I don't want to go to class today."

"Why?" Chu Xia sat on the chair, her eyes always wanting to close, and her tone was also very light.

Cen Huaian didn't give a reason, he ran into the house "thump thump thump", took out the first grade textbook and said, "Mom, I can read at home by myself."

Chu Xia didn't have the energy to think, so she thought vaguely: It's okay to stay at home, but going to the Yuhong class requires crossing a road, which is not safe.

Then she lay on the bed and went to sleep, asking Cen Huaian to read by himself and not to run out casually.

Even without Chu Xia's words, Cen Huaian would not run out. The consequences of yesterday were too serious, and he would remember it for the rest of his life.

Cen Huaian started reading in the inner room, but after a while he would get up and lie down beside Chuxia's head, stretching out his little hand to touch Chuxia's head, and then touch his own forehead.

He felt very hot all the time, and his mother didn't wake up, so Cen Huaian couldn't concentrate on reading.

He had memorized everything his mother taught him, and he just had to read it again.

He stood up and was about to run out to find a doctor, but then he remembered that his mother told him not to run around.

What should he do? Cen Huaian bit his nails in a hurry.

He saw the grandparents in the family compound downstairs sitting and talking, so he ran over.

If he didn't leave the family compound, it wouldn't be running around.

Cen Huaian never liked to talk to outsiders, and he had a withdrawn personality.

But at this time, he took the initiative to call Grandma Chen, whom he saw most often, and asked her what to do if his mother had a fever?

Grandma Chen liked to take advantage of others, but she was not a conscienceless villain. She would help others in need, but she could not be asked to pay.

Hearing that Chuxia was sick, she asked Cen Huaian: "Have you taken medicine?"

Cen Huaian: "Yes."

"Then it's okay, just wait until the fever goes away. If you want to go away quickly, wet the towel and put it here." Grandma Chen pointed to her forehead, "Change it when it's hot. After taking the medicine, you don't have to..."

Before Grandma Chen finished her words, Cen Huaian said "Thank you" quickly and ran home quickly.

Looking at Cen Huaian running away, Grandma Chen's squinting eyes widened a little: "Wow, this wild boy can say thank you, Chuxia has really changed, and can teach children."