Zhu Yilong--A Warm Smoke

Sleeping until midnight, Song Nuan faintly heard the child crying, she turned on the light in the dark, and saw Zhu Yilong sitting on the clothes stool coaxing the child, "What's the matter, have you been crying for a long time?"

Zhu Yilong turned his head, "It's okay, I'll be coaxed soon."

Song Nuan was worried, "Hold me here and let me have a look."

Zhu Yilong was also worried. He knelt down on the bed and handed Zhu Yan into Song Nuan's arms. She took it with both hands, and his heart sank. Seeing Song Nuan's expression changed, Zhu Yilong hurriedly asked, "What's wrong, did it break?" ?”

Song Nuan shook her head, she put Zhu Yan on the bed, took off his clothes to check, "Go find a thermometer, Zhu Yan has a fever."

"Oh, oh." Zhu Yilong hurriedly went to the drawer and found the thermometer, measured it on Zhu Yan's ear, it was 39.4°C, high fever, "Why do you have a fever, and you didn't freeze during the day, what should I do?"

Song Nuan checked Zhu Yan twice and sighed: "Our son is really a weirdo."

Zhu Yilong was anxious, "What's the matter, why did you strip him naked?"

Song Nuan helped her son get dressed, "Go find antipyretics."

Zhu Yilong found antipyretic medicine, rushed over with hot water, Song Nuan hugged the child, Zhu Yilong opened Zhu Yan's mouth, the two of them finally poured the medicine in, Zhu Yan was so burned that he lost energy and cried so hard Not exciting.Zhu Yilong poured another cup of hot water to dry, Song Nuan said, "Add some sugar and salt."

After working for 10 minutes, Zhu Yan started to sweat, Song Nuan felt relieved, "The child has a rash."

"What rash?"

"Children with acute rash usually have a fever first and then a rash. I just found a rash on the back of his buttocks. Don't worry, it must have nothing to do with falling during the day. Go to sleep for a while." Song Nuan turned off the headlights, leaving only bedside lamp.

Zhu Yilong disagreed, "I'll hold him and he will fall asleep in a while, you sleep first."

Song Nuan smiled wryly, "Go to bed first, and take care of me later, this fever is hard to get rid of, it will probably burn overnight."

Zhu Yilong sat cross-legged on the bed, "Anyway, I can't sleep, so give me the baby."

Song Nuan really couldn't bear it any longer. She lost a lot of blood when she gave birth, and her body hasn't fully recovered yet. Now she is sweating and flustered. She didn't dare to hold on, so she handed the child to Zhu Yilong and told him "half Measure body temperature every hour, wipe him off when he sweats, remember to wake me up if it exceeds 38.5°C, and don’t feed antipyretics indiscriminately.”

Zhu Yilong held the child in his arms and covered Song Nuan with a thin quilt, "Go to sleep, I know."

Song Nuan was still worried, and wanted to tell her a few more words, but she was so sleepy that she fell asleep as soon as she lay down. Voice, "Warm, warm."

Song Nuan was startled, and immediately opened her eyes. She sat up suddenly, suppressing the palpitations and discomfort, "What's the matter, it's burning again?"

Zhu Yilong couldn't bear to see Song Nuan wake up, he patted her on the back, "It's all right."

Song Nuan touched Zhu Yan's forehead and frowned, "It's burning again?"

"40°C, I'm sorry, I didn't want to call you at first, but I wiped the alcohol several times, but I can't get it off, and the child keeps making trouble." Zhu Yilong was really confused, so he called Song Nuan.

Song Nuan supported her head, and waited for the initial dizziness to pass, "What are you talking about, the sick call me and I will afford it, and if your son is sick, don't you call me?"

Zhu Yilong sighed: "I don't want you to take maternity leave so easily, I want you to take a good rest."

Song Nuan found Zhu Yilong's face in a daze, and kissed him, "Husband is so kind, you have worked hard." Serving patients with fever is really hard work, especially for such a little ancestor who does not obey orders.

Zhu Yilong smiled: "Don't eat my tofu yet, you should see your son first."

Song Nuan smashed her head, "I'm thinking about it. Do you have rice at home?"

Zhu Yilong was taken aback, "Are you still awake? Why don't we go to the hospital and burn the child to death."

"There is no good way to go to the hospital. Now the child has to be isolated and stay away from going out. You can go to the kitchen to find some japonica rice. If there is no japonica rice, rice will do."

Zhu Yilong didn't have time to ask Song Nuan when he could tell the difference between japonica rice and rice, so he hurried to the kitchen and brought out several large boxes of rice. When he returned to the bedroom, he saw Song Nuan rummaging through the medicine box, "Nuan, what kind of rice do you want?" ?”

Song Nuan looked at it, and picked out one at random, "That's it, you go wash it."

Zhu Yilong didn't move, "Nuan, do you want to cook porridge for your son? Be serious, if you pick and choose, your son's life is at stake."

Song Nuan was also a little irritable, "Oh, I told you I want japonica rice."

Zhu Yilong immediately panicked. He wasn't sure if he had japonica rice at hand, so he grabbed a handful of rice from several boxes. He didn't dare to go to the big kitchen for fear of waking his parents, so he washed it in the small kitchen. Fortunately, the sound insulation at home is not bad, Zhu Yan was crying too weakly, Shen Nian was tired all day, slept deeply, and was not disturbed.

Song Nuan found some traditional Chinese medicines and put them into the pot, then put the washed rice into it, and cooked it slowly on the fire, "Why did you put the millet in?" She looked carefully and saw that there was still a handful of rice in the pot. Golden millet.

Zhu Yilong looked into the pot, and pretended not to hear Song Nuan's words, "Ah, isn't this plaster? The medicine is too cold, is it okay?" Zhu Yilong actually learned some knowledge about traditional Chinese medicine.

Song Nuan shook her head, "No, this is the famous prescription left by Mr. Zhongjing. You go and take care of your son, and wipe him off again."

"Oh." Zhu Yilong agreed.

Song Nuan cooked the traditional Chinese medicine, let it cool down, and fed it to Zhu Yan. Zhu Yan was weak and drank half a cup without much resistance. She put the rest of the medicine aside, and hugged her son on the bed. daze.

Zhu Yilong wanted Song Nuan to sleep again, but Song Nuan resolutely refused. The two of them sat on the bed and closed their eyes to rest their minds. They talked for a while. About half an hour later, Zhu Yan was no longer irritable, and his body temperature was still 40 degrees Celsius. Song Nuan Sighing, he fed his son another half cup of medicine, "Okay, I finally didn't smoke."

Zhu Yilong was still worried, "The body temperature is still so high."

Song Nuan nodded, "Take your time, as long as you don't feel convulsed."

Zhu Yilong is a layman, "Convulsions?"

Song Nuan hummed, "That's right, in ancient times, infantile convulsions had a high mortality rate."

"So scary?"

"Well, thank you for the new China, thank you for the new era." Song Nuan was so sleepy, she didn't know what she was talking about, "Lie down and squint for a while, don't get tired."

Zhu Yilong chuckled, he moved behind Song Nuan to hug her, let her lean into his arms, and chatted with her casually, "Nuan, what kind of prescription is this?"

"White Tiger Soup. Ma Fuya's son used it when he had a rash. It's very good."

"Is there any special meaning?" Zhu Yilong felt that traditional Chinese medicine is quite interesting.

Song Nuan yawned again, and said without thinking, "It probably means that after drinking the medicine, you will be able to live like a little white tiger."

"Hehe, you think I'm an idiot." Zhu Yilong blew the hair next to Song Nuan's ear.

"Hey." Song Nuan originally wanted to fool Zhu Yilong, but he was ruthlessly exposed, "It's the decoction named after the spirits of the four directions by ancient doctors, Qinglong Baihu, Zhuque Xuanwu."

"Well, don't talk about it, I'm sleepy when I talk about it." Zhu Yilong also started yawning, and he sighed deeply, "Raising a child is really not easy."

"Well, if you don't raise a child, you don't know your parents' kindness."

"Well, I will be filial to my parents in the future, right?"

"You did a good job, ha, so sleepy."

The two of them tossed all night, and at six o'clock in the morning, Zhu Yan finally got rid of the fever, and the family of three lay in bed and slept soundly, even without breakfast.

Ten days later, Zhu Yan's toddler's acute rash was healed, and he went for a brain CT scan, and the hematoma on his head was completely absorbed. Zhu Yilong really felt that raising a child was more tiring than filming all night. Accidentally lost three catties again.Song Nuan also lost five catties. She was very happy and took Zhu Yilong to help her take pictures with her son.

Zhu Yilong's photography skills are not bad. After taking a few photos, he said, "Wait a minute, I want to be in the mirror."

Song Nuan refused, "Don't you like taking pictures? I took them to post on Moments, so you can't come."

"Why can he show off with you, but I can't." Zhu Yilong pointed the gun at his son again.

Song Nuan began to choose photos, "Why not, you don't have points."

Zhu Yilong was wronged, and he couldn't lose his temper when he was wronged, so he sat in the yard and got angry with himself.

After Song Nuan finished coaxing the younger one, she ran over to coax the older one, "Hey, let's take a picture and I'll put it in my wallet, okay?"

"And the phone screen saver!" Zhu Yilong took advantage of the fire.

"No problem." Song Nuan smirked, "Don't worry, after a few years, Zhu Yan will look like you, and I won't take him to take pictures."

"Well, then we'll go out to play and throw him at home to grandma. However, Zhu Yan may not be like me."

"Eh? Zhu Yilong, what do you mean? He's not like you, so make it clear." Song Nuan was furious.

"Like you, of course it's like you. We, Song Nuan, are the most beautiful. Only children who look like you can look good."

"Hmph, come here and take a picture."