It was a sudden wind and cold, and Yi Xiangxi's always strong body felt like it was broken. Yi Xiangxi lay in bed and couldn't get sick, feeling dizzy and dizzy for many days in a row.
On Friday afternoon, Xiaobai was picked up from Yizhai. As soon as he entered the house, he saw his father's eyes were sunken and his whole body had lost weight. He was so frightened that he exclaimed: "Dad, what's wrong with you?"
When he saw the child, he finally regained some energy and said with a forced smile: "It's okay, dad just suffered from the cold. He will be fine after a few days of rest."
"Dad, you have to go to the hospital. I will take you to the hospital."
"It's okay. I've already gone to the hospital. The doctor said that you'll be fine after a few days of rest."
"No, Dad, we have to go to the hospital for an infusion. The infusion will make things better quickly."
"Silly boy, you don't need to go to the hospital for some minor illnesses. If you have too many infusions, your resistance will be weak in the future. This is not a big problem..." He comforted his daughter, but the real situation was that he was lying in the hospital that year.
For more than half a year, I have stayed away from hospitals since then. I even feel uncomfortable when I smell the strong smell of medicine in the hospital, let alone lying on the hospital bed.
After all, he is a child. When Xiaobai saw his father saying that, he didn’t know what to say. He just went to bring tea and pour water like a child, "Dad, do you want to drink water? Can I pour you some water? Do you want to eat something? Do you want to eat it?"
Fruit?”
Yi Xiangxi felt extremely comforted when he saw this little person greeting her. He held her hand and said, "Xiaobai, dad doesn't need anything. You just need to stay with dad."
"Okay, Dad, let me tell you a story..."
She told several brain teasers and some interesting stories about children in school, which made Yi Xiangxi laugh.
At first, he was still energetic, but by the next day, Yi Xiangxi's condition obviously worsened, and he had a high fever. It happened that this day was a rest day for the workers. The gardeners and chefs all went home, and even Mrs. Zhang went to attend a party.
It was a relative's wedding, and only the father and daughter were left in the family.
In the morning, Yi Xiangxi kept up his energy and chatted with Xiaobai, but in the evening he couldn't hold it anymore. The fever got worse and worse, and he felt dizzy. Xiaobai reached out to touch his forehead, and it was so hot that he was frightened.
He cried loudly: "Dad...Dad...you have a fever...you have a high fever..."
He was in a daze and wanted to comfort his daughter, but his lips were very dry and his whole body felt weak.
Xiaobai was anxious: "Dad, let's call Sister Mai."
His eyes suddenly lit up, but soon dimmed again: "Sister Mai, are you free?"
"Sister Mai is free. She is not at work, and today is the weekend. I remember that every time I had a cold, Sister Mai would make me brown sugar and ginger soup. By the way, Sister Mai would also massage the acupuncture points on my head.
She said that she was taught by an old Chinese medicine practitioner in the past. Every time she would massage my head and rub it repeatedly until it felt hot, so that the cold would be cured soon... Dad, I asked Sister Mai to take care of you...
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Ask Qiao Xiaomai to take care of herself? Is she willing?
There was an infinite longing in his heart - maybe she would come? If she came, would it mean that she was still attached to him and reluctant to let go?
However, I dare not hold out too much hope, knowing that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.
He reluctantly said: "Don't disturb Sister Mai, she has her own affairs."
But the child was full of confidence: "I'll call Sister Mai, and Sister Mai will definitely come."