Zhao Dashu's bad mouth successfully provoked the anger of his two brothers.
Just as he was about to argue with him, Zhao Dayong felt that the old man's face seemed abnormally red.
"Dad!" He touched it and found it was broken and terribly hot.
"Brother, go see the doctor quickly. Dad, Dad has a fever."
Zhao Da paused, why should he go? Not only was it freezing cold, it was also dark in the middle of the night. Didn't he know how difficult the road would be?
"What are you standing there for? Go quickly!" Zhao Dashu couldn't bear to see his hesitation.
Zhao Da had no choice but to go see a doctor. Zhao Dayong hurriedly went to touch Old Lady Sun's head. Well, it wasn't hot, not hot.
Old Sun was dreaming about eating a big meat bun. She impatiently slapped the hand on her forehead away, turned over and continued smacking her lips.
Zhao Da'ao was slow, and by the time he brought the doctor, more than half an hour had passed. He looked in a very disheveled state, and it was obvious that he had fallen on the road.
"Waste!" Zhao Dashu cursed inwardly.
"Doctor, please take a look at my father. He has a very high fever."
Old man Zhao had a cooling towel on his head.
The old doctor took his pulse and said that the cold air from last night had entered his body. Now he was sleeping on the kang, and the alternating cold and heat was something his body could not bear.
He brought medicine with him when he came. "Go and boil the medicine. Boil three bowls of water into one bowl of water."
Zhao Dayong asked Li to make medicine.
Zhao Dashu looked at the old man, his face flushed and his lips cracked, "Doctor, is my father okay?"
"It's nothing serious. A young person would get sick if they were frozen all night like this, not to mention your father is so old. I'm afraid you need to take good care of him during this period of time."
"Okay." Zhao Dashu touched his nose and glanced at his mother who was sleeping unconscious next to him. Sure enough, heartless people have the best life. My mother's physique is better than that of young people.
"Please help my mother again."
The old doctor looked at Mrs. Sun, who didn't wake up despite the loud noise and snored and gnashed her teeth in her sleep. He felt embarrassed but also admired her. This old woman is in great health!
"There's nothing wrong with your mother."
Zhao Dashu chuckled twice and said, "Mom, the guy at the head of your bed has fainted from illness. You're almost becoming a widow, so why are you still sleeping so soundly?" If you were to take care of Dad, he would be in trouble!
He felt that his heartless and foolish personality was inherited from his mother.
Old man Zhao was so sick that he was drowsy, unconscious, and his forehead was burning. The doctor didn't dare go home and stayed in the house for half the night. Because it was cold, he lit a stove.
Zhao Dashu generously contributed all the food, and the group ate supper while keeping watch. In fact, it was just him and the old doctor who ate it.
Zhao Dayong was reluctant to eat it, so he kept his share. Zhao Daye had nothing to eat, as Zhao Dashu didn't give him any at all.
The old doctor was gnawing on a chicken leg and holding a meat bun, and he admired Zhao Dashu so much. He was a strange man, and his way of thinking was incomprehensible to ordinary people. Who could carry so much food while keeping watch at night? Did he think he was going out for fun? Dad is lying down, and they are gnawing chicken and eating buns at his bedside. Will they be so angry that they die when he wakes up?
But these chicken legs and buns are quite delicious! The craftsmanship at Zhao Dashu’s house is really great!
Li brought in the medicine and saw this scene, his forehead throbbed. If she was lying down, Fugui would have been so presumptuous as to break her legs.
The third brother is as messy as ever.
The medicine arrived, and Zhao Dashu directed Zhao Daye to feed the medicine. They were all busy, and he was the most idle. Zhao Dayu saw that he was smiling with a smug look on his face and really wanted to throw the medicine on his face.
The next morning, the old man's fever finally subsided. The old doctor had been up for most of the night and was exhausted. Seeing that the patient was fine, he left some medicine for him and went home to catch up on his sleep.
Zhao Dashu also took the opportunity to slip away. When Wang woke up, Li gave her a few words and then went to catch up on her sleep with Zhao Dayong.
As for food, she had already hidden it in the old man's room and would heat it up for her child when she woke up.
Mrs. Wang was confused and Mrs. Sun was dumbfounded. How come they woke up and everyone went to bed? What happened last night?
The old man was still asleep. Thinking of Li's instructions, Wang went to the kitchen to cook rice porridge, boil medicine, and prepare breakfast for the whole family...
Seeing that the old man was still asleep, Old Sun didn't dare to touch him, so she crawled down from beside him and went to the toilet...
Zhao Dashu, who had not slept all night, returned home, ate the hearty breakfast prepared by his wife, washed up, and went back to his room to catch up on his sleep.
After Zhao Xiaoyu woke up, "Mom, is Dad back?"
"Yeah, I'm sleeping in the house!"
"Is the old man okay?"
"He said he had a very high fever last night. The doctor stayed with him for half the night, and now his fever has subsided."
The fever went down so quickly, you're in good health!
"Let's have wontons for breakfast."
"Take it out and I'll cook it."
Well, she is a warehouse for prostitutes.
Xu Xiaohong had dark circles under her eyes. She was angry because she hadn't slept all night.
Looking at Zhao Daye who was sleeping soundly beside me, I just wanted to strangle him to death.
Last night, she waited until midnight for Zhao Dashu to go to the toilet. She wanted to flirt with him, but before she could say a few words, he shouted, "Brother, your new wife wants to see you!"
I never saw him come to the toilet again...
For the first time, Xu Xiaohong began to doubt her own charm. Was she really getting old and losing her looks?
After Old Man Zhao woke up, Wang immediately served him hot porridge. The thick white porridge gave off bursts of fragrance. White rice porridge is nutritious and is the best for people with chronic diseases.
"Dad, there's an egg here, you ate it too."
Mr. Zhao thinks about his daughter-in-law’s filial piety.
"What about them?"
"I'm sleeping. I stayed up all night watching over you."
Old man Zhao felt more relieved, knowing that his son and daughter-in-law were filial and his love for them was not in vain.
The white rice porridge is so delicious, melts in your mouth and doesn't make your throat ache at all. No wonder Mr. Diji likes to eat fine grains. After eating two meals, he doesn’t want to eat coarse grains anymore.
The third family must eat fine grains every day, right?
Old Mrs. Sun was swallowing her saliva on the side. Although she ate the same thing as the old man, she had already finished her meal. Now watching the old man eat, she felt that she was hungry again.
After dinner, he took medicine. Old man Zhao frowned because of the bitter medicine soup.
"Have you taken your medicine?" After all, she is the one sleeping next to him, so he still cares a little.
"The doctor said I'm already well. I don't need to take any medicine. I just need to rest for a few days."
It would be best if she didn't take medicine. She didn't want to take it at all. It was so painful. If she could eat well and drink well, she would be fine.
Old Man Zhao: ...
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