Yaxiang Street

On the third day after the runny nose, An An developed a fever and coughed continuously throughout the night.An An is in good health. She hasn't had a single sneeze since she grew up for more than ten months.It was scorching hot at night, and Tinghua's house didn't even have a thermometer, so he ran to knock on the door in a panic.Huimin, who was in a light sleep, was woken up, and heard Tinghua calling his brother downstairs, sighed, and pushed the sleeping Wu Tingfang.

Ting Fang sleeps well.If the person holding the scalpel can't sleep well, he won't be able to work for a few years.He was woken up and fell asleep immediately after finishing his work. It was the same dozens of times a night, and he was born to be a doctor on night shift.

Ting Fang happened to be dreaming, and after being pushed awake, he turned his head and fell asleep. Hui Min said, "Ting Hua called the door downstairs, is there something wrong with An An?"

Ting Fang woke up completely, put on a coat and went down to open the door.

In spring, it was warm and cold, and it was obviously the middle and late February of the lunar calendar. A cold air came over, and the temperature dropped so much that no relatives could recognize it, and it was even colder at night.Ting Fang opened the door and saw Ting Hua hugging An An at the door with an anxious expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" Ting Fang hugged An An, he closed his eyes and hummed twice, like a small stove.Ting Fang touched his hand, it was very cold, but his head was extremely hot.

"Cough and fever. Brother, what should I do?"

"How many degrees?"

"There is no thermometer at home."

Tingfang went upstairs to get the thermometer, it was mercury, it was cold and uncomfortable, Anan cried and struggled as soon as it was caught under his armpit, with great strength.Ting Fang held him in his arms, pressed his arms tightly, hummed a little song, walked around to comfort him, and then settled down.

"Where's Chen Qing?"

Ting Hua's face was ugly: "I don't know which classmate invited me to dinner again, and didn't come back in the middle of the night."

Chen Qing is big-hearted and very fun. He never brought the child with him, and only left it to Tinghua.

Both mom and dad got up when they heard the commotion. Mom was anxious and told Ting Fang to hurry up and go to the Pok Oi Hospital. Ting Fang said, "Let's check the temperature first." Pediatricians are the busiest at night, and maybe wait until dawn. Not in line.

The body temperature was 40 degrees Celsius, and there was no fever-reducing medicine at home.The situation was urgent, Ting Fang asked Ting Hua to carry An An in his car.Before leaving, he went to the second floor and told Hui Min that he would take An An to see a doctor. Hui Min said sullenly, "Aren't you on duty tomorrow?"

"That can't be helped." Ting Fang took a break and said, "I dare not let you show him. Besides, there is no medicine for children at home."

"Where's his father?" Hui Min was still unhappy.

"can not get connected."

Hui Min just sighed, turned and went to sleep.Tingfang went downstairs and saw that her mother had given An An another big blanket, which was several times bigger than the child, like a big ball.

When he arrived at the hospital, Tingfang saw Huimin's text message, saying that he had contacted the doctor on duty in the second pediatric area and asked him to take An'an to the inpatient department for treatment.Ting Fang didn't want to cause further trouble to his busy colleagues on the night shift in the pediatric department, but seeing that the emergency department of the pediatric department was already lined up to number 70, he probably didn't like it at dawn, so he had to take An An to the second section of the pediatric department. "

It was past twelve o'clock, but the pediatric ward was not quiet at all.Hui Min stayed in this ward before she became pregnant. She was delayed a lot due to this aspect, and now she has not been promoted to the deputy high school, and she has not led the group independently, but only works on the first-line shift.She also asked a pediatrician who was also in charge.

The doctor on duty rushed in and out four or five times, and finally had the time to sit down and see An An.An An didn't cooperate with watching his throat, listening to his heart and lungs, and watching his hands and feet. Ting Fang and Ting Hua worked together to hold him down.

"Take antipyretics first, and prick your finger to see."

It was already two o'clock in the morning after An An's treatment, and Chen Qing never returned the call. Ting Hua hugged An An, and usually talked a lot, but he didn't say a word at this time.

When I got home at 02:30, my mother was worried about An'an and asked Tinghua to take the child to live with her.

Tingfang went upstairs, fearing that Huimin would be infected by his sickness, so he took a shower and changed into pajamas before going to sleep.Hui Min didn't seem to be asleep, but she didn't say anything to Ting Fang.

Ting Fang quietly fell asleep and fell asleep in less than 5 minutes.Hui Min opened her eyes, and the moonlight from outside the window came in. The nineteenth moon was already waning, and it was still bright.

Director Li, a pediatric gastroenterologist, told Tingfang that Fengsheng's symptoms may be caused by an allergy to milk protein, and he should try using hydrolyzed protein milk powder.Tingfang was glad that he didn't buy too much milk powder for Fengsheng all at once, so he took a can of hydrolyzed protein milk powder to Yaxiang Street after the night shift.Chen Ze was dozing off on the stone slab by the door with Fengsheng in his arms at past eleven o'clock in the morning.Fengsheng fell asleep in his arms, but his face was stained with tears, and his little face seemed to be red from crying too much, showing signs of cracking.

Ting Fang felt guilty.He has been busy for three or four days, and adults and children have also suffered these days.Chen Ze looked even more haggard than him who was on the night shift.

But Chen didn't say anything.He never said how tiring it is to take care of children.If it hadn't been for the court to ask, he wouldn't have said that there was going to be trouble at night.

Ting Fang remembered Hui Min's words.Widowed, widowed, lonely, alone, disabled.Chen Ze is lonely and widowed. With his life, can he not be alone when he gets old?

There is some sunshine at the door, and the adults are sleeping with the little ones in their arms.Chen Ze's hair is not completely black, it's a bit close to dark brown.It seems to become transparent and still glowing in the sun.Tingfang put the milk powder aside, and touched Daxian's hair involuntarily.

Can I have some fairy spirit?

Chen Ze was awakened by the touch, slowly raised his head, and looked at Ting Fang in surprise.Ting Fang withdrew his hand, pointed to the milk powder and said, "Try this instead, the pediatrician said it might be a milk allergy."

"Then give it a try." As soon as Chen Ze moved, Fengsheng woke up, humming, sounding unhappy.After 1 minute, I burst into tears.

Ting Fang hugged Feng Sheng, and comforted her while walking, and she gradually stopped crying.Chen Ze went to the shop to get a tea set, intending to make tea for Tingfang, but Tingfang said, "No need, I'll take her for a walk."

Chen Ze closed the shop door, and Ting Fang looked at him strangely.

"go together."

"Don't you need to look at the store?"

"Not much business." Chen Ze said lazily.

"Isn't it good to close the door during the day?"

Ting Fang heard that the fortune-teller's shop never closed during the day, except for the Chinese New Year, and the last time he was put under house arrest by Abo to the hospital.And last time, it was also Chinese New Year time. "

"Nothing wrong, nothing urgent."

Chen is a foreigner, but he also speaks Cantonese. No one knows exactly where he came from.He came to join his only relative 20 years ago, that is, his uncle, the former owner of Baimuxiang shop.That uncle also seems to be a widower, unmarried and without children. He has quietly opened a shop on Yaxiang Street for more than 20 years, selling some mediocre agarwood, and barely making ends meet.But Chen came here when he was around fifteen or sixteen years old, and no one knew about his past life, except that his uncle passed away within five years of his arrival.

For more than ten years, the Baimuxiang store has been like this. It opens from 08:30 in the morning to [-]:[-] in the evening.But the customers who come to the door are different from the past.

Tingfang and Chen Ze seldom communicated about things other than life.Tingfang felt that was not safe.Although Chen Ze claims that fortune-telling is very expensive, and he never helps others for free—but Ting Fang also thinks that he seems to be claiming that he will not help people see a doctor for free, but he is often forced to provide various free consultation services.

Yes, when An An turned on the lights, the details of the superstitious activities that mother and Ting Hua went to the Bai Mu Xiang shop to consult, weren't they all free?

Chen Ze didn't talk too much. What he called walking was really walking. His legs were moving, but his mouth was not moving.

And the secret in Ting Fang's heart caused him to be a little absent-minded when he was walking.

They walked to the end of Yaxiang Street one after the other, and Ting Fang looked at the little girl in his arms who opened and closed her eyes and had a round mouth, and suddenly asked Chen Ze: "How is Fengsheng's life?"

Chen Ze stopped.The weather has started to warm up in the past two days, and the sun has come out. After this wave of cold, it should not be cold anymore, and the annoying return to the south should be coming soon.

Ting Fang turned to look at him, but he didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't answer Ting Fang's words.

After a while, Chen Ze asked, "Do you believe it?"

This sentence seems to be Tingfang asking others: "Do you believe that I can cure you?"

Ting Fang didn't know whether to nod or shake his head.

"If you don't believe it, it's meaningless to ask, if you believe it, it's the same if you don't ask."

"I believe [-]%."

Chen Ze smiled and said, "I'm not sure."

Ting Fang remembered that he said that he was not sure about himself, so he asked: "What are the conditions for people who are not sure about you?"

Chen Ze just laughed and didn't speak.