Zhu Jiabao then said, "Quickly check Fanfan to see if she still has a fever."
While examining her, Xu Xiangqian said, "Of course, my sister can only sleep peacefully after her fever subsides. Fanfan hasn't eaten anything for several days, and these past two days she can only have some liquid food. We can't feed her solid food. She hasn't had a fever today yet. We'll just have to wait until Fanfan wakes up to do the rest."
With the high fever persisting, no one knew what unexpected things might happen. Before Fanfan woke up, anything was possible. Xu Jingqian sighed inwardly. Fanfan was his father's great-grandson, on whom his father had placed high hopes. It would be such a pity if he became mentally unstable. He could only hope that God would have mercy and let the child be safe and sound.
Zhu Jiabao was relieved. The military would be busy soon, and he probably wouldn't have time to go home. Fanfan would have to be looked after by his wife alone, and if he didn't recover, his wife would suffer.
When Zhu Fanfan woke up, she had a headache, a swollen and uncomfortable throat, and no strength in her body. She felt like she had lost control of herself and was a little panicked. She remembered that she had fought with someone and yelled for a long time, but she couldn't remember whether she actually fought or not.
When Zhu Jiabao saw that his granddaughter had woken up, he held up his finger and asked, "How many is this?"
Zhu Fanfan: ...She's not stupid yet, thank you!
Zhu Jiabao saw his granddaughter staring blankly and his heart sank. Could she really have become an idiot?
Zhu Fanfan said with a pitiful look, "Hungry!"
She felt a burning sensation in her throat as soon as she finished speaking. What was wrong with her? She looked at her grandfather with accusatory eyes. Was he abusing her?
Zhu Jiabao, unaware of his granddaughter's gaze, tentatively asked somewhat nervously, "Do you remember where we live?"
Zhu Fanfan: ...Her voice! Her voice! Grandpa did it on purpose, didn't he?
Seeing his granddaughter's expressive face, Zhu Jiabao finally felt relieved. She was still the same annoying little girl, still incredibly spoiled, but not stupid.
Liu Yumin woke up at this moment and saw the father and son glaring at each other again. She said irritably, "You surnamed Zhu, the child is still sick. Can't you just behave yourself? Why do you have to provoke her?"
Zhu Jiabao felt wronged. It was clearly the little girl who was being too annoying. But he decided not to argue with a sick child. He took out the lunchbox and said, "I'm going to the army soon. You should eat quickly, let your master watch the child, and you can rest for a while."
Liu Yumin took it: "Go quickly, I'll take care of things here."
Zhu Fanfan was feeling extremely wronged, and she was also hungry. Liu Yumin looked at her granddaughter's pale face and aggrieved expression, and immediately felt a pang of tenderness, so she fed Fanfan water.
"Fanfan, be good. We're sick right now and can only drink water. Once your throat gets better, we'll eat canned food to sweeten your mouth."
The poor child cried all night and lost his voice. Luckily, the fever reducer contained anti-inflammatory ingredients, otherwise he would have suffered even more.
Zhu Fanfan felt much better after drinking water and could move again. Only then did she realize that she was in pain all over. She reached out to touch her head, but Liu Yumin stopped her: "Fanfan, be good, we won't touch it. Your veins are too thin, so we can only give you an IV in your head. There are needle holes now, and if you keep touching it, you might get an infection."
Zhu Fanfan was struck dumb, and still trying to find a way out, she touched her hair. As expected, she was bald! She looked utterly dejected.
Liu Yumin quickly comforted her, "Fanfan is still the prettiest even with a shaved head. Grandma loves Fanfan the most."
She shaved off a small patch of hair to get an IV drip, and thought it looked awful, so she shaved her head completely bald, assuming that children don't know about beauty and ugliness and wouldn't care. But Fanfan acted as if the sky had fallen.
Zhu Fanfan looked at her grandmother with pleading eyes. She didn't want to have the IV drip anymore; she was afraid of the pain.
Although she didn't know what her granddaughter meant, she thought she looked so cute and wanted to kiss, hug, and lift her up high. Liu Yumin explained, "We can be discharged after a few tests. We'll go home right away. Be good, and I'll cook you something delicious when we get home."
She actually dislikes injections and IV drips. Although they are fast-acting, she has researched them and knows they can have side effects. She is worried that they might be bad for the child because he is too weak. She believes that as long as the child wakes up and is out of danger, she can make up for it. This time, Fanfan's illness terrified her.
Thinking of this, Liu Yumin said with guilt, "Fanfan, Grandma will never force you again. If you want to learn, then learn; if you don't want to learn, then we won't. There's no rush. Your little head can't hold that much. Grandma is forcing you to grow too fast."
Zhu Fanfan objected. She wanted to learn, she liked learning, and she didn't want to! But her throat wasn't better yet, and she couldn't speak, so she was a little anxious.
Liu Yumin comforted him, "We're not in a hurry. You can speak now, but you were hoarse from shouting all night. You'll be fine once you recover. We're not in a rush to talk, Fanfan, be good."
Zhu Fanfan could only give up. She would definitely learn to speak once she could, and her illness had nothing to do with studying.
Liu Yumin was relieved to see Fanfan yawning and falling asleep again, and then she took another nap herself.
Zhu Fanfan was exhausted. This illness felt like a dream, but the dream was incredibly real. In her dream, she was being chased for some unknown reason. When she was conscious, someone was wielding a sword and slashing at her. The sword was so fast that she could barely see it, only flashes of light. She could only desperately dodge.
She was not fully conscious and could only run desperately. She ran and ran with all her might, but no matter how fast she ran, she was caught up and attacked with blows. Finally, a blow struck her, and the pain made her extremely clear-headed. She couldn't tell if she was in reality or a dream.
It's been 55 years now, but that person is still wearing a robe and holding a cold weapon. The pain made her angry, so she stopped running and turned around to fight. In her dream, she vaguely felt that she should have a weapon. She raised her hand and saw that she had a knife in her hand, so she slashed at the other person. It's just bullying people, anyone can do that.
After she retaliated, the man stopped moving. She had clearly hit him but he didn't bleed. After a few more cuts, he disappeared. Before she could catch her breath, another man in a long robe with a sword appeared, and she went up and started hacking at him.
The person disappeared again, and before they could catch their breath, another person appeared, just like a game refresh, except that it wasn't the same person.
She didn't know how long she had been hacking away, but her mind was starting to go numb. She remembered clearly that the last person had some kind of legendary magic, and kept throwing fireballs, ice blocks, and even stones at her. His long-range attacks forced her to dodge, which was incredibly frustrating.
In her anger, she remembered that this might be her dream, and in her dream, she was in control. She recalled her divine sense and began to attack with it. By sheer luck, she felt her attack land on the person, and then the person disappeared.
After disappearing, all around her was a white expanse, and no matter which way she went, she couldn't find her way out. She didn't know how long she walked, but she could only see about ten centimeters in all directions. This situation made her irritable. Wasn't this trying to keep her here forever?
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