Fan Hua touched Xiaoxiao who was sleeping soundly. Fortunately, Xiaoxiao's body temperature was normal.
Fan Hua was a little panicked. Sister Ailing hadn't come yet, and even Aunt Chu had gone back to her own house to sleep today. She was alone tonight!
She forced herself to calm down and thought about what to do next...
Judging from Yuanyuan's temperature, it must be over 38.5℃. Fan Hua didn't dare to delay any longer. She had heard from her grandmother that many children suffered from meningitis due to delayed treatment of fever these days, so she had to take Yuanyuan to the hospital quickly.
Fan Hua immediately put on her clothes and shoes and knocked on the door of Aunt Chu's house next door.
The door was knocked for a long time before Aunt Chu's son Yang Zhiyu came out.
"Brother Yang, Yuanyuan has a fever. I want Aunt Chu to help take care of Xiaoxiao. I want to take Yuanyuan to the hospital!"
Yang Zhiyu's expression immediately turned serious when he heard this. "Oh, okay! I'll wake my mom up right away!"
After a while, Aunt Chu hurriedly put on her shoes and came out, followed by Yang Zhiyu.
"Lihua, don't worry. The child is probably tired from sitting on the train all day. Let Zhiyu take you and your mother to the hospital. Don't worry, I'll take care of Xiaoxiao!"
Fan Hua nodded gratefully, took Aunt Chu back to her room, carried Yuanyuan out, and asked Yang Zhifu to take them to the hospital.
In the hospital...
The doctor took Yuanyuan's temperature and found that it was 39.8℃.
At this time, Yuanyuan's feet were still cold and his body temperature was still rising. The doctor listened to Yuanyuan's lungs with a stethoscope and initially determined that he had acute pneumonia in children and needed emergency hospitalization.
Fan Hua frowned and hugged Yuanyuan tightly in her arms, who was crying loudly because of the discomfort, and wished that she was the one who was sick.
Upon seeing this, Yang Zhiyu quickly helped Yuanyuan to complete the hospitalization procedures. At 2 a.m., Yuanyuan was admitted to the ward and given an IV drip.
"Brother Yang, thank you for sending us to the hospital today!"
"Xiao'er, we are all neighbors, there's no need to be so polite, and don't worry too much. Yuanyuan was sent to the hospital in time, so he will definitely recover soon."
Fan Hua nodded, "Brother Yang, you should go and have a rest. There's nothing to do here!"
Yang Zhiyu nodded and left the ward.
Fan Hua stayed by the side, holding Yuan Yuan's hand tightly, her eyes full of worry. She sat there for the entire night.
She touched Yuanyuan's forehead from time to time, hoping that Yuanyuan's fever would subside soon. Finally, the temperature dropped a little when it was almost dawn.
The heavy weight on Fan Hua's heart finally fell to the ground. She sat down on the edge of the hospital bed and couldn't help falling asleep. She was so exhausted...
As she fell asleep, she began to dream again...
In the dream, there was a boy of about ten years old lying on a hospital bed with an IV drip, and a man was lying next to the boy's bed and fell asleep.
Fan Hua slowly approached, and the closer she got, the more she realized the boy looked familiar, as if he was Yuan Yuan when he grew up...
Fan Hua looked at the boy on the hospital bed and couldn't help but be mesmerized. Is this her little Yuanyuan?
It turns out that Xiao Yuanyuan has grown up to be such a handsome boy. It’s really because of his mother’s filter that her son looks so handsome no matter how she looks at him!
Yuan Yuan, lying on the hospital bed, slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the man sleeping in front of the bed and gently pushed him twice...
"Uncle..."
The man woke up immediately, looked up at Yuanyuan, reached out and touched Yuanyuan's forehead.
"The fever is gone, young man, good job!" As he said this, he gently patted Yuanyuan's shoulder, as if he were treating a good brother.
Only then did Fan Hua realize that the man in front of the bed was Zhao Yilu!
The Zhao Yilu in the dream looked much more mature and steady than he is now. His eyes were full of bloodshot, and he had stubble on his beard, looking a little vicissitudes of life.
Fan Hua wanted to go up and talk to Zhao Yilu, but just like in her usual dreams, she felt like a spectator in a different time and space, and no matter what she said, the other party did not respond.
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