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Xia Chen has been praised for being smart and powerful since he was a child, and this is the first time he understands what it means to be powerless.

Lu Zhixu was still at 38.3 at 37.5:[-] in the morning. He received an injection in the morning, and temporarily dropped to [-]. At noon, he had a fever again. The rest of the symptoms, such as nasal congestion and headache, were all gone. He just had a fever. Gooey.As soon as Dr. Qiao arrived home, he was urged by a phone call. Xia Chen stood at the door waiting for him with a serious face, and only said: "This is my teacher, please do your best."

Dr. Qiao dare not be dedicated. He is a graduate student from C University. He almost stayed in school to teach. Later, he went abroad to be gilded. Because he couldn't get used to the shady strife in domestic hospitals, he became a family doctor with overqualified talents. Normally, a simple It's rare for him to have a fever.

But this patient is really tricky.

Xia Chen grew up with Mr. Li, and accepted a lot of foreign things. He insisted on refusing to use antibiotics, so Dr. Qiao could only do it according to traditional Chinese medicine. When Dr. Qiao was lying on the table writing the prescription, he felt that Xia Chen's gaze was so sharp that he could see through him.

No matter how approachable he is, he is also from the Xia family, and he only pampers Lu Zhixu alone. Dr. Qiao feels like an old doctor who treated the emperor's concubine in ancient times. buried."

Fortunately, Dr. Qiao is also a person who has gone through a lot of ups and downs. He didn't lose his composure, and gave the prescription to Xia Chen, and said, "I have these kinds of medicines in my medicine box. If you want to reduce the fever quickly, you can take Merrill Lynch by mouth." That's fine too."

Xia Chen frowned.

"Just take the medicine according to the prescription you prescribed." He pursed his lips and said again: "Do you have Angong Niuhuang Wan here? If not, I'll call and have someone deliver it from Beijing."

Doctor Qiao was dripping with cold sweat.

Angong Niuhuang Pills, several hundred yuan a piece, are used to treat fever, which is really overkill.

But he definitely couldn’t tell the truth, so he could only say insinuatingly: “Angong Niuhuang Pills are only used when you have a fever and convulsions...Of course, it’s good to be prepared, and I’m not prepared here.” —— Zheng Lin No matter how you say Li stroke There are also more than ten years, and it is not needed for the time being.

Xia Chen didn't answer, but stood beside the bed holding the list.

Dr. Qiao buried himself in looking for the medicine and handed it to him.

The 19-year-old young man pursed his lips tightly, his profile was resolute, and his brows were wrinkled into an unbearable way.

Dr. Qiao hesitated for a long time, and finally, he was not afraid of death and suggested: "Actually, if you want to reduce the fever quickly, scraping is the best."

When Xia Chen was young, he saw an old lady from a well-known family who was born in a rural area, she refused to take injections or medicine, she would scrape when she had a fever, her neck was blood red, lined with a pearl necklace, it was very frightening.

However, Dr. Qiao patted his chest and said it was useful.

The blood was collected and an ice pack was applied. It wasn't an inflammation or a flu. It was said that it was an internal injury and aversion to cold, so I could only use scraping.

Pulling up the pajamas, revealing a slender arm that could be called slender, so white that blood vessels could be seen, Xia Chen carefully applied moisturizer to him, and as soon as he touched it, Lu Zhixu flinched, and his arms became tense.

Xia Chen had already asked about the location of scraping in advance, and pressed Lu Zhixu's arm, not allowing him to resist.

The gua sha board with ox horn is pressed on the fair skin, along the long bones of the arm, scraping from the arm to the horizontal line of the elbow. Dr. Qiao reminded in a low voice: "You are too light."

Xia Chen pursed his lips, and increased the strength of his hands.

It was the first time Dr. Qiao saw someone with a tortured expression on his face even when scraping. He wanted to laugh and wanted to remind him that scraping was not very painful. But for some reason, he just opened his mouth and failed to make a sound.

After repeating it two or three times, a deep red mark appeared on Lu Zhixu's arm. Although he was dizzy from burning, he knew the pain. He desperately wanted to retract his arm, but Xia Chen held it down cruelly, and bit his lip.

He suddenly understood why Xia Zhifei, who was a god and a ghost, showed such an unbearable expression when he was massaging Lu Feixia's limbs, whose muscles were atrophied due to drug abuse.

Just like Li Biwei's poem: In this world, there is always someone whose brows are connected to your heart.

After scraping the lung meridian, he wanted to scrape the Fengfu point behind the occipital bone. As soon as Xia Chen let go, Professor Lu huddled into a ball under the quilt. He was so burnt that he wanted to hide instinctively, like an ostrich.

Xia Chen sat on the bed with his legs bent, put his arms around his waist, turned him over, wrapped him in a quilt, put him on his lap, and parted the hair on his neck for him.

Lu Zhixu was wrapped in a quilt, and he couldn't hide. He was pressed and scraped violently, and almost woke up from the pain. The redness on his face began to fade, and there were big drops of crystal clear sweat.

Xia Chen silently wrapped him in the quilt to cover his sweat, and sat on the edge of the bed to watch quietly.

Dr. Qiao was keenly aware of his own redundancy, and hurriedly and cautiously left: "I'll go first, the blood test report will be delivered in the evening, remember that he changed his bed sheets after sweating, so the patient can no longer catch a cold."

Xia Chen didn't answer until he went out, then said lightly: "Thank you."

Dr. Qiao ran out as if fleeing for his life. In the living room, he saw a cute baby squatting next to the cattery crying. He didn't dare to tease him, so he could only run away as soon as possible.

After Xia Chen settled down with Lu Zhixu, he began to educate baby Lu Jiaming.

The baby stood in the corner with sore legs, squatted down and cried pitifully, and the Persian cat with serial number that Li Xiaoyan gave was lying lazily in the cattery, looking at him curiously.

Xia Chen sat down on the sofa, and said to the baby with a calm face, "Come here."

Baby Lu Jiaming walked over timidly.

Over the past few days, Xia Chen has been promoted to be the person who takes care of the baby the most. Every day from waking the baby up in the morning to bathing the baby at night and telling bedtime stories are all handled by Xia Chen alone, so when Xia Chen gets angry, the baby is terrified. Incredible.

Xia Chen looked at the baby with a sullen face for a while, seeing the baby's tears falling even more fiercely, and then said coldly: "Don't cry."

The baby sobbed and tried to stop, but the tears continued to fall.

Xia Chen took out a wet tissue, wiped the baby's crying face clean, and taught him while wiping, "No matter what happens in the future, don't cry. Crying can't solve the problem. You're a boy. Do you understand?" ?”

"Know...know," the baby repeated, sobbing, "I'm a... boy, I can't cry..."

Xia Chen patted the baby's head.

Only when you are a parent can you understand how sad and soft-hearted you are when educating your children.

There are no such parents in the world, those so-called "loving mothers who lose their children", compared with those strict parents, they love their children a lot.

It's not that they don't teach, it's not that they don't know how to teach, they just don't have the heart to teach.

If you raise a child, you bathe, change, cook, and feed him every day, worrying that he won’t have enough to eat, that he will be wronged, that he will catch a cold, that he will learn bad things, and never leave his eyes for a moment.If you have put in so much effort, how could you be willing to beat him and scold him, just watching him cry, just watching him sobbing, looking at you trustingly and dependently, the softest part of your heart will ache.

This is the heart of parents in the world.

Xia Chen almost taught the baby with difficulty, don't accept other people's things easily, don't trust others easily, the person should rely on most is himself.

And, most importantly, don't just sell yourself to others.

The baby stood pitifully in front of Xia Chen, sobbing, repeating Xia Chen's words sentence by sentence, explaining the principles Xia Chen taught, while Xia Chen kept a straight face, playing the role of a strict parent.

For lunch, Xia Chen simply cooked porridge, made a small bowl of steamed rice for the baby, shredded potatoes with vinegar, and braised chicken wings. When feeding the baby, the baby was still sobbing from time to time, as if it had been brewing for a long time. Cautiously asked: "Why doesn't Dad get up yet?"

"Father is sick." Xia Chen wiped his hands and stroked the baby's hair: "The baby is a child and is easily infected, so I can't visit my father. My brother has to take care of my father, so the baby has to be obedient and play in the living room. Don't run around, okay?"

The baby felt that Xia Chen wasn't angry anymore, his eyes lit up a little, and he chased me and said, "When will Dad be okay?"

"Dad can have dinner with us in the evening."

Xia Chen filled a bowl of porridge with some light cold dishes, and took it to Lu Zhixu's bedroom. The baby jumped off the chair and chased after Xia Chen: "Brother, I will open the door for you..."

Lu Zhixu was very sad.

He felt like he had fallen into an ice cave, his body felt chilly, but his skin was hot. He caught someone's hand in a trance, it was very cold, and he comfortably dragged that hand to his face to freeze it. Someone's voice came from next to his ear, as if asking him to let go of his hand.

Then I can't remember anything.

When I woke up, I seemed to be sweating profusely.He heard the baby's cheerful voice, the bedroom door was pushed open, and a tall and straight young man stood against the light, like a gentle tree.

Then he fell into a deep sleep again, and the glimpse was like a dream.

When he woke up again, it seemed to be already night.

As far as the eye can see, it is no longer the cool color of my bedroom, but the warm shades of beige, which is my guest room.

His body was refreshed, and his head was no longer drowsy. He raised his hand and touched his forehead, which was warm.

"The teacher is awake?"

The young man sitting by the bed reading said so, he raised his head and smiled warmly and brightly.