The matter of Youxiang has come to an end for the time being, and the demolition and reconstruction project has reached the most critical moment. Li Manjun and Zhao Yong are both husband and wife, trying to win the bid after the year.
I don’t know if he ate too much out and was not very hygienic, so Zhao Yong started to have diarrhea.
At first, the couple didn't take it seriously. They just thought it was a normal eating bad thing, and the body would recover naturally after a few times of diarrhea.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Yong's pull became more and more serious.
Wang Xiaojuan took a look and realized that something was obviously wrong with her son-in-law. She quickly called her daughter and asked her to come home and take a look.
"Have you given Xiaoyong any medicine for his stomach? He just had a bowel movement. Something doesn't look right. Come back and have a look. Don't let anything happen." Wang Xiaojuan urged.
Standing at grandma's feet every year, frowning with worry like a little adult, she said to her mother on the phone:
"Dad has diarrhea. Mom, come back soon."
Li Manjun was checking the newly arrived goods in December in the sorting factory building. When she heard the voice on the phone, her heart suddenly skipped a beat.
"Pooped?"
"Yes, his face doesn't look good either. He just came out of the toilet and was lying on the bed. He said he was dizzy." Wang Xiaojuan paid attention to the figures in the master bedroom and told her daughter to come back quickly without delaying things.
As soon as Li Manjun heard the diarrhea, she knew that this was definitely not ordinary diarrhea. She asked Wang Xiaojuan to give Zhao Yong a bowl of salt water to replenish the water first, so as to avoid serious loss of water in the body, electrolyte imbalance in the body, and shock.
Diarrhea can be a big or small matter. In serious cases, it can be fatal. Li Manjun did not dare to delay. He left the matter to Liu Yan and Steve and drove home.
As soon as she entered the door, her daughter ran over, pulled her mother to the room, and took her to see her father.
The little girl is still young, but she understands some things. When she knew her father was sick, she was particularly concerned about him.
Zhao Yong was lying on the bed, his whole body was limp, he could feel someone coming in, but he couldn't open his eyes and was very weak.
"Mom, something is wrong with Zhao Yong. I want to take him to the hospital. You and Nian Nian are at home."
When she heard her daughter say this, Wang Xiaojuan became anxious, "Can you do it alone? Let's go together?"
"It's okay." Li Manjun leaned over the bed and gently pushed Zhao Yong, "Can you get up? Let's go to the hospital. Your condition is a bit serious."
Zhao Yongqiang raised his eyelids and nodded lightly. The tall man had difficulty sitting up. After a while, he successfully got off the ground with Li Manjun's help.
After taking a deep breath, the couple went out and drove to the emergency room of the hospital.
Before the doctor had time to see the doctor, Zhao Yong had a stomachache and rushed to the toilet again. Fearing that he might collapse, Li Manjun asked the doctor to help him go in and take a look.
Fortunately, the doctor was more patient and told Li Manjun not to worry and followed him inside.
Five minutes later, Zhao Yong returned to the emergency room with the help of the doctor. The doctor asked about the situation, handed Li Manjun the tools for collecting urine and feces, and asked them to go to the ward first.
"His condition is very serious and he has to be hospitalized. Fortunately, you guys arrived in time. If it had been later, he might have gone into shock. I will prescribe some medicine and infusion for him to see how he is doing. Remember to collect urine and feces and send them to the laboratory to check the results.
Only after I came out did I know the cause of his diarrhea."
"But based on my experience, there is a high probability that I ate something bad. You can also recall the food you have eaten in the past two days."
Li Manjun thought about it. She and Zhao Yong had been eating out these past few days and the food was the same, but she had no problem.
"Wine." Zhao Yong reminded weakly, "There's something wrong with that wine."
When he drank it the day before yesterday, he felt that the taste of the liquor was not right, but after all, the people from the demolition and reconstruction project team brought it here, so he did not dare to say anything. Anyway, everyone was very happy to drink it. Mr. Qiu also said that the wine was particularly mellow.
Woolen cloth.
But the more he thought about it now, the more he felt that something was wrong with that bottle of liquor.
The doctor asked him what kind of wine it was, and Zhao Yong said: "It's Maotai."
"Is there any left?" If there is, it will be easier to detect.
Zhao Yong shook his head gently, "No, just one bottle. We each drank one cup that day."
Without specimens, the doctor couldn't confirm that the problem was alcohol. He handed Li Manjun the hospitalization slip and asked them to go to the ward for treatment first and stop the diarrhea.
Zhao Yong had no strength, so Li Manjun arranged for him to lie on the hospital bed and run upstairs and downstairs with the list to go through the hospitalization procedures.
The nurse came over soon and hung up the bottle. Zhao Yong felt much better. Li Manjun asked him to take a rest and sleep. Zhao Yong said no. He wanted to call Mr. Qiu and Director Liang and ask them if they had diarrhea.
Li Manjun shook his head helplessly, and had no choice but to give him the big brother in his bag, sit next to him, and listen to what was said on the phone.
Zhao Yong called Mr. Qiu first, and it was Mrs. Qiu who picked up the phone, "Hey, Mr. Zhao, are you looking for Lao Qiu? He has diarrhea, and the doctor came to give him fluids. Now he can sleep better. If it's not a hurry,
If so, I'll ask him to call you back when he wakes up."
Zhao Yong and Li Manjun looked at each other. Zhao Yong did not believe in evil and told Mrs. Qiu that he had nothing to do and would call back later. He immediately called Director Liang again.
I called the office first, but no one answered.
I called home again, but still no one picked up.
"I didn't get through." Zhao Yong looked at his wife a little helplessly. He felt uncomfortable because he didn't understand the matter.
Li Manjun took the phone over and said, "I'll try calling Sister Wen's office."
After the phone rang twice, the phone was picked up, not by Wen Yufeng, but by her colleague.
"Look for Director Wen. She took leave today and didn't come to work."
Li Manjun asked: "Then do you know why she took leave?"
"I don't know. It seems that someone in the family is hospitalized." The other person replied impatiently.
Li Manjun had no choice but to hang up the phone and asked Zhao Yong not to worry, "If the test results are fast, the results will be available tomorrow morning. Just give me a rest first."
"What do you want to eat? I'll buy it for you." Li Manjun asked softly.
It was rare for Zhao Yong to enjoy such tenderness and care from his wife. He nestled in the quilt of the hospital bed and said weakly:
"I want to eat apples, and I also want to eat pears."
Li Manjun smiled, "You have diarrhea and you still dare to eat fruit?"
"Then let's have porridge, I'm hungry." His stomach now only had air and he was almost starving.
"Okay, I'm leaving then. Please cover yourself with the quilt so you don't get cold again."
Zhao Yong was a little reluctant to let her go, but his stomach growled, he nodded "Yeah," and looked at her back with big eyes, and then reluctantly took it back until he couldn't see her anymore.
Li Manjun left the ward and first called her home to inform Wang Xiaojuan and Zhao Yong of his condition, "I arrived in time. I was given fluids and the diarrhea has stopped now. The cause of the disease is still being investigated and I have to be hospitalized. I may not come back until very late at night. You and Nian Nian
Say, daddy is okay."
"I know, I know, you're fine. I'm at home, so you don't have to worry." Wang Xiaojuan breathed a long sigh of relief, patted her granddaughter's furry little head, smiled and said to her that her father no longer had diarrhea.
