Zhao Jiaojiao was helped into the house and then asked to lie down.
"Fang Zhiqing, I'm sorry to bother you today."
Fang Aijun couldn't stay at the accountant's house for long.
"It's just a small matter. Miss Zhao, take good care of yourself. I'm going back to the duck farm first."
After Fang Aijun left, Zhao Lingling went to the kitchen to help, leaving Zhao Jiaojiao alone in the room.
This allowed Zhao Jiaojiao to look at everything in the room unscrupulously.
There are two cabinets in the room, as well as a desk and a stack of books.
When she entered the house just now, she saw a lot of award certificates on the wall of the main room, more than enough to cover the entire wall.
All the brothers and sisters in this family have good grades.
It’s this bed. Why isn’t it the same as the bed she remembers? It seems a bit like the kang in Northeast China.
It feels more and more like they are similar.
I'm so tired, it feels good to lie down.
I rushed all the way back and was sweating, so I wanted to take a shower.
I don’t know if it’s convenient to take a bath in the countryside?
Also, is it inconvenient to go to the toilet?
Although she was not a rich second-generation in her previous life, she had lived a good life since childhood as both her parents were civil servants.
In the kitchen, Wang Meili asked her daughter Zhao Lingling about the situation in the hospital.
Wang Meili frowned and looked worried.
"Mom, you don't know. The doctor said that if I don't wake up in three days, I might have to lie down for the rest of my life. I was terrified."
Wang Meili didn’t dare to think about what would happen if her daughter lay in bed for the rest of her life.
She is still so young and has a lot to do. Her life has just begun.
"Luckily, I woke up after taking that special medicine. I also want to thank my classmate. He has the same last name as us and his mother is a doctor at the county hospital."
"By the way, Mom, there's not much left after paying the medical bills." Zhao Lingling gave all the remaining money to Wang Meili.
Wang Meili is not worried about the money, as long as the person wakes up.
I almost got up several times at night to go to the hospital to visit my daughter. If it was not in the county hospital, I would go there even if it was in the town.
"It's okay, as long as your sister can wake up."
Zhao Lingling also thought so. Money is secondary, talent is the most important.
"I need to nourish my sister well, but the doctor said that I can't give her too much nourishment at the beginning, for fear that she will be too weak to take it."
Wang Meili wrote this down.
"Your second brother has gone to the county to register. You also need to go to the town to register tomorrow."
The youngest child is in junior high school now. In a blink of an eye, several children are growing up, and the pressure of having several children to study is great.
"Mom, I'll stay home and take care of my sister for a few days. You have to go to work, and Dad has to work on the autumn harvest. I'm afraid she'll faint again. The doctor warned me that the blood clot on her head hasn't healed yet, and she might faint for no reason."
"Then go to school and tell your teacher." Wang Meili also knew that she would at most come back to visit after dinner, and would be busy at the duck farm most of the time. She couldn't take her daughter to the duck farm. Although there were cool places there, it was still a little hot.
Especially for their braising room, it is not easy to get an electric fan without an industrial voucher.
The egg custard was quickly steamed and brought to Zhao Jiaojiao's room.
"Jiaojiao, you must be hungry. Mom made you some steamed egg custard. I know you usually like to pour a little chili oil on it, but you can't eat spicy food now, so we'll just eat it like this."
Zhao Jiaojiao paused: Does this mother know what kind of egg custard she likes to eat?
Could it be that she had already come here?
This thought was so strong that she smiled at the woman in front of her who was most likely her mother, "Okay."
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