In the hospital, Zhao Xingfang looked at her son sleeping on the bed and kept crying.
The doctor's words pierced her heart like a knife.
Her son is only five years old. If he can't recover, it will be like losing an ear.
Qin Xin, who was over two years old, stood silently beside the bed, holding the bed with one hand, nodding his head.
My brother is sick, and his parents are angry. He doesn't dare to tell them. He is sleepy.
Qin Shuyang picked him up and said, "Go to sleep, daddy will hold you."
Then I yawned and fell asleep in seconds.
Zhao Xingfang reached out and touched her son's forehead, and found it was a little hot. "Xiaocheng has a fever, go call a doctor!"
Qin Shuyang rushed out the door with his youngest son in his arms, and bumped into Shu Yue and Qin Ming in the corridor.
After seeing who was coming, he stuffed his little son into his father's arms and said, "Dad, you hold him first. Xiaocheng has a fever. I'll go call a doctor."
Shu Yue and Qin Ming also quickened their pace to the ward, especially when Shu Yue saw that one side of her grandson's face was swollen like a steamed bun, with obvious slap marks on it.
Shu Yue quickly pulled down the quilt covering Qin Cheng, "Xiao Cheng has a fever, he can't be covered so tightly.
Xingfang, calm down. The busier you are, the more likely you are to make mistakes."
Zhao Xingfang was furious, "Calm down, how can you ask me to calm down? The person lying here is my own son?
I was beaten by the gold nugget you held in your hands. Are you satisfied now?
Xiaocheng's eardrum is ruptured. It's possible that he won't be able to hear from that ear anymore.
He’s only five years old, woo woo woo.”
Zhao Xingfang collapsed on the ground and cried, "What a heartless person! What a beast!"
The doctor arrived quickly and touched Qin Cheng's forehead and then his back. It was indeed a little hot.
"Can you wipe his body with alcohol or warm water to see if it can help cool him down?
If the temperature can't be lowered, the only option is to take a fever-reducing injection.
Be careful when wiping him, and try not to let his head shake."
Several people worked hard for a while, wiping it with alcohol and warm water several times, but the temperature just couldn't be lowered.
Finally, I can only take the fever-reducing injection
Looking at her son's flaky lips, Zhao Xingfang fed him water little by little with a small spoon.
The temperature gradually subsided, and Qin Cheng fell into a deep sleep.
In the corridor, Qin Ming asked Qin Shuyang, "Weren't you fine when you left home? Why is it so serious now?"
Qin Shuyang leaned against the wall dejectedly, "After leaving home, Xiaocheng vomited and his face became swollen.
He kept pointing at his ears and saying it hurt.
After being hospitalized, his wife went out. He thought she didn't bring any money, so he went back to get some.
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