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Meng Wantang was shocked. She looked back at Gou Sheng, who had a fierce expression and red eyes, and her heart softened.

"It's just a fever. How could he die? Don't think too much. It's okay." Meng Wantang knew that Gou Sheng was also frightened. "Gou Sheng, come here and do your mother a favor. Take your brother's temperature. You hold your brother and don't let him This arm moves."

Gou Sheng's attention was diverted and he held his younger brother in his arms very skillfully: "Is this so?"

"Yes, that's it. Gou Sheng is really amazing. He understands what mom means right away." Meng Wantang is not very good at coaxing children, and her words of praise are dry.

But Gou Sheng liked this very much and raised his chin proudly.

Meng Wantang breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at the clock on the wall. The glass on the wall clock was gone, leaving only an empty shell. Fortunately, the wall clock was still usable.

Just not pretty.

Now just having something to tell the time would be enough, and she doesn’t pursue looking good.

Meng Wantang didn't know the exact temperature of the child, so he guessed that he didn't need to be sent to the hospital and would have to be physically cooled down first.

She cleaned the pot, poured hot water into the pot, lit the fire and said to Gou Sheng: "Lu Suihe, mommy went to the roadside to pull some wormwood and come back to boil water for my brother to take a bath. He will be back soon. Don't be afraid."

"Go ahead, I'm not afraid."

Gou Sheng said, hugging his brother tightly and asking his brother to encourage him.

Meng Wantang took the flashlight and walked outside. It was getting dark now, so she had to shine it with the flashlight to pull out some mugwort quickly.

In the countryside now, there are a lot of mugwort on the roadside, but no one takes it seriously.

She also saw geranium and many other Chinese herbal medicines.

The countryside is really full of treasures, and everyone treats them as weeds.

She got a bundle of weeds in less than a minute and was about to walk back with the weeds. When she turned around, she saw a tall man walking out of the alley.

The man has a straight waist and wears a small coat with cut sleeves. The top buttons are undone, exposing most of his chest.

The wheat-colored skin is glowing, and the muscles hidden under the clothes can be seen. He is full of wildness, and he knows that he is explosive without even thinking about it.

It is indeed an H-text. No matter how a man looks, he must have a good figure under his clothes.

Even this physique is comparable to Lu Qingye.

Meng Wantang raised his head. The man's hair was shaved very short, and he could see his green scalp. His face was clear-cut, a bit rough, and even smelled of blood. It was not bad, and he had his own style.

Not as good-looking as Lu Qingye.

She was anxious to go home and boil bath water to cool down the little fat boy. After just one glance, he withdrew his gaze and walked quickly past the man. She didn't notice that the man's body was tense and his eyes were looking at her warily.

Huo Dongsheng turned around in disbelief and was a little surprised to see that the figure was indeed Meng Wantang.

For more than half a month, Meng Wantang always appeared in front of him intentionally or unintentionally, with eyes that wanted to eat him.

Why did you change your gender today?

Huo Dongsheng felt hot thinking that his wife was still waiting for him at home, and he hurried home.

It was completely dark.

Meng Wantang washed the mugwort in the yard in the dark and threw it directly into the pot to cook.

She entered the room and found that Gou Sheng hadn't even turned on the light. She reached out to turn on the light and looked at the time again. It was already 8 minutes.

"Come on, Mom, take out the thermometer and take a look."

38.4 degrees, okay, not too high. You can do some physical cooling first.

When the child fell into the river, Goudan jumped in and fished him out together with Gou Sheng. If Goudan hadn't been unlucky and was swept away by the rushing water and struggled in the river for so long, it is estimated that neither of the two children would have had a fever.

Gou Sheng fell down and Gou Sheng panicked while holding his younger brother. He didn't remember to take off his clothes.

"Mom, is Xiaopang's temperature high?" Gou Sheng asked anxiously next to him.

Meng Wantang shook his head: "It's not high. There is no need to go to the hospital for injections. Mom will give him a bath later and he will be fine if he sleeps again."

When a child has a fever, it is not as easy as Meng Wantang said.

Nowadays, there are no antipyretics for children. Generally, health centers prescribe medicines, which are tablets for adults to take, break them into four pieces, grind one quarter into powder, and then feed it to children.

Meng Wantang knew that the child had a high fever of less than 38.5 degrees and could not give the child medicine, so he tried his best not to give the child medicine.

"What about my brother?"

"Your brother is fine too. He's old. Go get a shot and he'll be back in the evening." Meng Wantang was trying to comfort Gou Sheng. In fact, Gou Dan probably had to stay at the health center all night.

If the medicine wears off and I have a fever again tomorrow morning, I have to go for a trip.

Gou Sheng was relieved.

Fatty had a fever, so Meng Wantang took off Fatty's clothes without giving him clothes to change into, so he let the little guy sit on the kang with his bare buttocks and play.

Meng Wantang raised her hand and touched Gou Sheng's head again. Gou Sheng said uncomfortably, "I don't feel bad."

"You have to say it when you feel uncomfortable, you know?"

Meng Wantang found that this child was smart, sensible, extremely sensitive, and quite insecure.

"I'm watching my brother, you go about your business." Gou Sheng looked impatient, but if you look closely, you will find that the child is very uncomfortable.

Meng Wantang smiled, turned to the kitchen, scooped out a small bowl of millet, washed the rice and put it aside.

There is a small pot outside, which is also a cold stove.

It is used for cooking in the summer.

Their house is a small two-story bungalow, which is short and dilapidated and has no heat dissipation.

If there was any more fire, no one would be able to live in the house.

Meng Wantang was cooking porridge in the pot outside.

He got up and went into the house again, made a large tea vat of brown sugar water and left it outside to dry. Then he carried the big iron basin for washing clothes into the house, filled the pot with water, mixed it with some cold water, and gave the little fat boy a bath.

Xiaopang soaked for 10 minutes and was carried into the house by Meng Wantang.

I don’t know if it’s because the original owner didn’t try it when he was just born, or if it’s because he had a fever when he was a child and didn’t deal with it in time. Xiaopang seems to have been dull since he was a child, very clingy and obedient, and he doesn’t talk much until now.

People outside call this child a mute.

Meng Wantang poured out two small bowls of brown sugar water and placed one bowl in front of Gou Sheng.

Gou Sheng was stunned for a moment, unable to believe that he had one too.

He licked his lips, shook his head and said, "I won't drink, so give it to my brother."

"Everything! This is brown sugar water, not medicine." Meng Wantang lowered his head to feed Xiaopang the brown sugar water, but looked at Gou Sheng from the corner of his eye, "Drink it quickly, it will cool down later, and I will use it in vain." .”

Gou Sheng has grown so big that he has never drunk brown sugar water before, and he doesn’t know what brown sugar water tastes like.

He held the bowl and took a small sip, holding it in his mouth without wanting to swallow it.

Meng Wantang was very sad to see this.

The porridge is almost ready.

Meng Wantang got up, took out the porridge and put it in a basin to cool. Then he served two bowls to the two children separately, found a piece of red pickle, cut it into small dices, put it in a small bowl and brought it in.

"Gou Sheng, drink some porridge first, and then go to bed early." She had no time to make other meals.

I haven't finished drinking the leftover brown sugar water. Looking at the sticky and fragrant millet porridge, I feel that this day is like a dream.

"Little Fatty, eat some porridge and go to bed."

The little Zaizai is so well behaved.

He sat there and ate with a spoon. When he took a bite, Meng Wantang rewarded him with a piece of red pickle. The little guy ate half a bowl of porridge and fell asleep after a while.

Meng Wantang coaxed the little fat man to sleep and took his temperature.

Fortunately, the temperature has dropped.

There was still hot water in the pot, so she poured it out and let the dog take a bath.

Gou Sheng was shy and refused to let her help.

Meng Wantang took the child's clothes and went to the yard to wash them.

I heard someone shouting at the door: "Goudan's mother, are you at home?"

"here I am!"

Meng Wantang got up and went out.

Before I walked in, I saw a woman holding a flashlight in her hand. I don’t know how this person was being illuminated. The light was shining from below. It looked very scary. She shouted in a very painful voice: "Bitch!" Mom, it’s me…”