Siheyuan: The road to counterattack for the little transparent

Seeing this, Jia Zhang was extremely anxious. She didn't want her only grandson to get hurt because of a fever, so she said anxiously:

"Huai Ru, cover Bang Geng with all our quilts and let him sweat."

Qin Huairu was most afraid of her children getting sick. Every time she encountered several children getting sick, she would lose her composure and would listen to Jia Zhang's advice.

He covered Banggeng with all the quilts that he and his two daughters used to sleep, but Banggeng's condition did not improve and his lips were still trembling.

Seeing this, Qin Huairu became anxious and asked anxiously: "Mom, Banggeng's hands and feet are still frozen, what should I do?"

In fact, what she really thought was that the quilt was not thick enough. If she could use the quilt that her mother-in-law used to cover Banggeng, maybe it would be okay.

When Jia Zhang heard Qin Huairu's words, her face changed immediately. She grabbed her quilt tightly with both hands and shook her head repeatedly, saying:

"That won't do. My old bones can't stand the cold. If I get sick from the cold again, my family will be in even more chaos."

Qin Huairu glanced at her mother-in-law. It turned out that her eldest grandson, whom she always claimed to love the most, was just like this.

Seeing that Banggeng's condition was getting worse, she was extremely worried. She knew that she couldn't delay any longer and had to send Banggeng to the hospital.

At this moment, she thought of Yi Zhonghai, who was the best writer during this period, and hurried to his house, knocking hard on the door.

Yi Zhonghai and his wife had not gone to bed yet. He was sitting at the table discussing with an old lady what had happened at the gate of the courtyard today.

The old couple agreed that when Banggeng comes home, they must teach him how to deal with the same situation next time.

After hearing the knock on the door, Yi Zhonghai thought it was a joke, so he quickly opened the door with a smile. Unexpectedly, he saw Qin Huairu's anxious look.

He frowned and asked, "Huai Ru, what happened at this time of night?"

Qin Huairu cried and said, "Uncle, Banggeng has a fever and is very ill. Please help and take him to the hospital."

When Yi Zhonghai heard that Bang Geng was seriously ill, he became extremely anxious. Without saying a word, he put on his clothes and followed Qin Huairu out.

The two hurried back to Qin Huairu's house. Seeing Banggeng's red face and trembling body, Yi Zhonghai also frowned.

My first reaction was that since Banggeng was burned so badly, his brain might have been damaged as well. If that was the case, it would be a huge trouble.

Thinking of this, he hurried forward and together with Qin Huairu, carried Banggeng out of the house.

At this time, Banggeng's eyes were rolling with fever. Qin Huairu was so scared that she called Banggeng's name loudly and patted his face to wake him up.

The noise attracted some people in the courtyard to the middle courtyard. Yan Bugui arrived first and stuck his head out to ask, "What's going on in the middle of the night?"

When he saw Bang Gengzhen rolling his eyes, he didn't say anything else, just shook his head and went back to the house.

When we arrived at the hospital, the doctor examined us carefully and said with a serious expression:

"The child has been in the cold for a long time, which has caused a severe cold, and there are already signs of lung infection. Why did you bring him here just now?"

When Qin Huairu heard this, tears rolled down her cheeks like beads from a broken string. She tightly grasped the doctor's hand and choked up as she said:

"Doctor, you must save him."

Yi Zhonghai was also shocked when he heard the doctor's words, and asked repeatedly: "Doctor, can it be cured? Will there be any sequelae after the cure?"

When he heard the answer he wanted, he breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, then I feel relieved."

That night, Qin Huairu and Yi Zhonghai stayed on each side of Banggeng's bed, staying awake all night.

Qin Huairu's eyes were red and tears welled up in her eyes from time to time. She held Banggeng's hand tightly, as if this could bring the child back from the illness.

Yi Zhonghai's face was also full of worry. He paced around the ward and sighed from time to time.

After a night of treatment, Banggeng's fever finally subsided and his complexion looked better than when he first entered the hospital.

When the doctor came to check on the patient in the morning, he saw Bang Geng's condition, nodded and said:

"The child's condition has stabilized, but he still needs to be observed in the hospital for a few days and can only be discharged after he has fully recovered."

When Qin Huairu heard the doctor's words, the heavy stone in her heart finally fell to the ground, and she thanked the doctor repeatedly with gratitude.

During the days that Banggeng was in the hospital, Yi Zhonghai would come to see Banggeng after get off work, and would bring some light food made at home to Qin Huairu and Banggeng.

Qin Huairu was full of gratitude towards Yi Zhonghai. Banggeng's body was recovering day by day, and his consciousness was gradually regaining.

When Bang Geng opened his eyes and saw his haggard mother and concerned Yi Zhonghai standing by the bed, he said weakly:

"Mom, Grandpa Yi, what happened to me? Why am I in the hospital?"

Qin Huairu burst into tears of joy when she saw Banggeng wake up. She said gently, "You had a fever, which scared us, but you're fine now."

"Bang Geng, when you grow up, you must be filial to Grandpa Yi. Without his help this time, I don't know what to do alone."

In fact, she hasn't said the more important point, which is that Yi Zhonghai didn't know how he persuaded the old lady to pay the fee for the stick.

Bang Geng nodded slightly, and looked at Yi Zhonghai with a hint of gratitude in his eyes: "Grandpa Yi, don't worry, I will take care of you in your old age when I grow up."

Yi Zhonghai heard the words he loved to hear again, and he couldn't stop laughing. He waved his hand and said:

"Good, just take good care of yourself and remember how good Grandpa Yi is to you."

"Also, don't be so willful in the future. You ran around in wet pants in such a cold weather. You suffered a lot this time."

Banggeng remembered the reason why he got sick, a trace of regret appeared on his face, and he nodded as if he had made up his mind.

After resting in the hospital for a few more days, Banggeng's health gradually recovered and he was finally able to be discharged from the hospital and go home.

That morning, Qin Huairu packed her things quickly, waiting for Yi Zhonghai to come to the hospital to take over and be discharged.

Unfortunately, after waiting for a long time, it was almost noon and he still hadn't appeared. He had no choice but to carry his things on his back and walk out of the hospital holding Banggeng in one hand.

Bang Geng's strength has not fully recovered after the illness. He walks a little slowly and coughs from time to time.

The mother and son finally walked into the alley and were getting closer and closer to the courtyard. At this moment, a dark cloud slowly floated over from the distance.

With the arrival of dark clouds, the sky gradually darkened. Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed not far away, followed by a loud thunder.

The thunder was deafening, as if it was going to tear the sky apart.

I saw the boy Banggeng widen his eyes in horror, cover his ears tightly with his hands, and his body trembled uncontrollably.