novelden Chapter 174 Marriage Registration 1979--Dad’s Baby
Chapter 174 Marriage Registration 1979--Dad’s Baby
Xiuxiu heard Dandan's voice. He spoke clearly and was conscious. He didn't look like he was in a coma due to a high fever caused by an infectious disease.
She was hopeful and no longer wanted to die. She quickly walked a few steps to the door, but was pulled back by Zhang Jiancheng and pressed against the wall beside the door. He frowned and shook his head at her.
Xiuxiu burst into tears and covered her mouth to suppress her cough. She heard Aunt Ya say hurriedly from inside: "Come on, come on, don't let aunt hold me, let aunt hold me!"
Dandan cried heartbreakingly: "Auntie, please take me back... I want my mother... I want my mother..." She cried violently and coughed violently.
Aunt Ya's voice was a little choked when she spoke: "Qinghua, why don't you call Xiuxiu here? This won't work. When I had a high fever, it was Xiuxiu who came to help me get rid of it!"
Xiuxiu leaned against the door, covering her mouth. It was difficult to control her crying and coughing. Zhang Jiancheng strode over and closed the door of the ward. He lowered his voice and said, "He's fine. The fever will be gone. I'll take you back. Don't worry." Let him see it!"
Just as he was talking, he saw a nurse coming over: "Dad Zhang Feng! It's time for an infusion!"
The nurse walked up to the two of them, looked at Xiuxiu, whose eyes were red from crying, and said in a scolding tone: "You are the mother of the child, why are you here just now! Come in quickly! This child has been here since early morning. He didn’t stop and kept shouting for his mother!”
"The father is unreliable in taking care of his children. He didn't give me any medicine for three days after he had a low-grade fever. Now the fever suddenly reached 40 degrees. He couldn't get the medicine in even after trying all night. I had no choice but to change the infusion. I can't go back anymore." It’s turned into pneumonia! Come in quickly!”
The nurse said and came in with the hanging bottle in her hand.
After entering the ward, Xiuxiu looked at the set of infusion equipment from the 80s, including the glass hanging bottle and the yellowed rubber infusion tube. She felt extremely distressed.
In this era, it is not easy to give people infusions, let alone children. The nurse said that the child had a low-grade fever for three days, and the fever suddenly reached 40 degrees. Xiuxiu was so angry that her hands were trembling, and she could not shed tears. She stared at Zhang Jiancheng with her eyes like knives. .
Her chest was wheezing and she wanted to cough. If she hadn't recovered yet, she wouldn't be able to face him like this!
Zhang Jiancheng's eyes were a little dodgeful, and he whispered: "Just give the fluid and it will be fine!" The tone of the explanation was a little unconfident: "My sister took good care of her. She gave her medicine when she had a low-grade fever. When it didn't work, she raised the fever. Isn't that right? Sent to the hospital!"
My sister is really good at taking care of her, but she is a bit cruel. She is eager to make Dandan downplay her concept of Xiuxiu as a mother and won’t even mention it. Who knew that this child is so affectionate and caring that he thinks about his mother day and night? Worry makes me sick!
Zhang Jiancheng didn't say these words, but Xiuxiu knew in her heart that Sister Qinghua and Dandan were very close, and there was no problem in raising the child. She knew that it was not the child's fault, but the child's obsession with his mother.
Dandan is a very shrewd child. He was raised by adults in turns. It can be seen that he has precocious wisdom in many aspects. He is prone to illness due to excessive thinking.
Judging from the circumstances of this illness, it should not be a severe infectious disease, but Dandan is already two years and three months old, and the time when the child in the previous life got sick is getting closer and closer. Who knows when it will be, and we can't afford to delay this matter!
Thinking of this, Xiuxiu wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, gave Zhang Jiancheng a roll of her eyes, pushed him away and turned to go in. Zhang Jiancheng grabbed her and said, "Xiuxiu
show! "
He looked at her condescendingly with a solemn expression: "Why are you going in when you haven't recovered yet? Don't be soft-hearted. Just get over it this time. Withdrawal requires this kind of labor pain period! If you can't really be his mother, Don’t be soft-hearted!”
Speaking of the latter part, Zhang Jiancheng's tone was a bit slumped.
In the ward, the nurse wanted to give the child an injection and infusion, but Dandan resisted desperately. His throat was broken and he refused to be injected. He only shouted for his mother. The nurse shouted at the door: "Then mother, come in quickly. What has happened to the child?" Still dawdling outside!"
Xiuxiu glared at Zhang Jiancheng angrily, as if to say, "I can be cruel to you, but I can't be cruel to my children." She turned around and rushed into the ward.
The moment she appeared, Dandan burst into tears, desperately called for her mother, kicked her feet and struggled in Aunt Ya's arms.
As soon as Aunt Ya saw Xiuxiu, she couldn't help but cry. She had lost three children. Faced with this situation, she was very sad and let go.
Dandan staggered towards the door and threw her little arms into Xiuxiu's arms. Xiuxiu squatted on the ground and held the child in her arms, listening to him howling. He was so hot that the fever didn't go away. It kept going. Crying will not cure the fever.
Xiuxiu was extremely distressed, but she couldn't speak freely, so she stroked the child's back and said in his ear: "Dandan... Mommy is sick..." She choked out these few words, and occasionally said Coughing along with it.
Dandan stopped howling immediately, her little shoulders kept twitching, her little hands touched Xiuxiu's face, and she looked at her with sobs.
Before this, Xiuxiu had never called herself mother to Dandan. She had always used "I" to refer to herself. This time, she was so in love that she couldn't help herself. This change seemed to have changed.
Being felt by the child.
Dandan is very spiritual. Seeing Xiuxiu coughing with tears in her eyes, she immediately stopped making trouble. Her childish voice can soften people: "Mom! I'm going to give you a blowjob, why don't you walk? I miss you!" "
Dandan didn't grow very fast, but his language developed rapidly and he could speak in full sentences. Xiuxiu felt even more pained by his words. She nodded and kissed the child's red face and said, "Go." inject……"
Dandan shook his head and hugged her neck tightly.
"Mom won't leave..." Xiuxiu coughed, picked up the child, and walked towards the nurse.
Dandan was finally willing to cooperate. He just kept hugging Xiuxiu's neck and put his little face against hers and started to wilt. Xiuxiu was a little frightened. The child began to feel the pain after her worries were settled.
The drip was applied, but Xiuxiu had to hold her tightly and not let go. Xiuxiu sat on the edge of the bed, while Zhang Qinghua sat on the chair opposite the bed, lowered her head and wiped her tears, saying nothing.
Xiuxiu knew she was blaming herself, so she put her hand on Sister Huahua's and said calmly, "It's okay..." She coughed twice, then raised her head and said to the sobbing Aunt Ya, "Thank you, Auntie..."
Zhang Jiancheng saw everything about Dandan's condition. He stood at the door with his head down and pinched his eyebrows. It took him a long time to recover.
He walked in a little dejectedly, put the medicine on the bedside table, said to his sister: "The medicine is ready!" and turned around and went out.
As soon as he walked out of the building, Feng Dachuan trotted over to greet him: "Brother, the leaders' meeting in the commune has almost finished, but I still don't dare to speak. I can't explain clearly, and I'm not that good at it!"
Feng Dachuan said, looking towards the window of the ward in the two-story low building.
He went over and complained: "This stinky boy Dandan must make trouble at this juncture!"
Zhang Jiancheng lowered his head, thinking deeply, and asked dejectedly: "Is there any smoke?"
Feng Dachuan was stunned, and then turned to the guard uncle to ask for a cigarette.
The uncle gave him a cigarette rolled in yellow paper. Dachuan lit it and handed it to Zhang Jiancheng: "Brother! Don't you don't smoke?"