Afraid that the child's cry would wake up Ms. Lu, she carried the child and walked to the sofa to sit down.
"The baby doesn't cry."
The baby stopped crying once it was in someone's hands.
She reached out and touched the child's head, but could not detect the temperature.
Seeing this, Sisi gave her the thermometer on the bedside table and said, "Auntie, take the baby's temperature."
Mu Mu stuffed the thermometer into her son's armpit, and then said to Sisi: "Sisi, go and help my aunt take out the baby's water bottle, pour some warm water, and feed the baby some water."
Sisi nodded and took action immediately.
Holding her son, whom she had not held for a long time, Mu Mu was cautious, fearing that she would hold him too tightly or hold him too loosely, making her movements unfamiliar.
The child may be uncomfortable and move around on her body, which makes her a little confused.
With Sisi's help, Mu Mu fed the child water and then took out the thermometer stuffed in the child's armpit.
"38 degrees 3." Sisi read out the temperature displayed on the thermometer and said nervously: "Auntie, the baby still has a fever, what should I do?"
In her nervousness, she forgot that Ms. Lu was still sleeping, and her voice was louder, which woke Ms. Lu up.
"What's wrong?" Ms. Lu was already in a state of nervousness because she was worried about her child. She was so frightened by Sisi's exclamation that she sat up and jumped off the bed.
Thinking that something was wrong with the child, her nervous face turned pale, "What's wrong with the baby?"
"Mom, don't be too nervous. The child has a fever. I'll call Aunt Zhao to come over."
Mu Mu comforted Ms. Lu like this, but she was also nervous inside.
Just now Aunt Zhao said that if the child does not have a fever, it will be fine. What if the child does have a fever?
With this common sense, she knew that a child with constant fever during this season would most likely develop into pneumonia, or even worse.
She stood up and handed the child to Ms. Lu, "Mom, hold it."
Then she took out her mobile phone and found Zhao Zixia's mobile phone number and dialed it.
She dialed, but no one answered. After dialing twice in a row, no one answered. She locked the phone screen, put the phone back into her pocket, and said to Ms. Lu: "Mom, Aunt Zhao may not have finished the meeting yet. I
Go find her."
As she said this, she was almost reaching the door of the ward.
Zhao Zixia's office and the conference room of the Maternal and Child Health Hospital are both on the top floor of this floor.
It was always difficult to wait for the elevator in the hospital. It stopped at every floor. She kept looking at the floor where the elevator had reached, and it was still going down.
She looked up at the total floor height. It was only four floors away from the top floor, so she might as well climb the stairs.
Even though the lights are bright, the stairwell of the hospital gives people an eerie feeling, and the silence is so chilling.
Mu Mu climbed up the two steps with one foot.
Walk as fast as flying.
Go up a floor in half a minute.
After climbing two flights of stairs, the lights were on. However, when we reached the third floor, the lights on the stairs were not turned on. However, we could vaguely illuminate this floor with the light from below, but it became darker and darker as we went up.
It's so dark that I can only imitate the blind man's grasp of the stair railing and use my feet to find the way.
Does such a large hospital need to save on electricity bills?
As she touched it up, she cursed in her heart.
"I can't do this, I'm sorry."
"Dean Zhao, you should know what situation your husband is in now. Do you have any other choice besides cooperation?"
"Kill the little life and you will be punished."
"It was Dean Zhao who suffered retribution... you were the one who killed me."
