nashuaworldcup Chapter 223: Care for the Sick (2)
Chapter 223: Care for the Sick (2)
At the hour of Xu, Xia Qingyue woke up and her mental state was still good. Han Zhibai helped her go to the toilet and came back to feed her shredded chicken and vegetable porridge and let her drink medicine.
Lying on the bed, perhaps because she slept for too long during the day, she couldn't fall asleep, her eyes sparkling, "You've been busy all day this year, go to bed early, I'm much better now, I'll be fine tomorrow after a good night's sleep."
Han Zhibai was worried and afraid that he would disturb her rest if he stayed, so he said, "Heihei and Xiaobai stay here. If they feel uncomfortable at night, ask them to call me."
"it is good."
After a few hours, the hot water bottle was no longer hot, so Han Zhibai replaced it with hot water and put it in her bed.
In order to make it easier to get up at night, Xia Qingyue did not let Han Zhibai blow out the oil lamp.
As soon as he left, everything became quiet. Unable to sleep, she stared at the beams out of boredom and fell asleep without realizing it.
When she woke up, she looked out the window and saw that it was still dark outside. She didn't know what time it was. She felt like peeing, so she got up, put on her down clothes, held up an oil lamp and went to the toilet, and changed her menstrual belt at the same time.
She had just changed her menstrual belt and was about to go out, but she suddenly stopped when she thought of something. She turned around and looked at the wooden basin beside her. It was empty and her pupils trembled.
She had clearly put the dirty rags and clothes for wiping into the wooden basin, but how come they disappeared?
Could it be that he washed it?
Hey, wait, when she came into the bathroom from the kitchen, she seemed to see a wooden rack next to the stove with some clothes and other things on it.
She went out with the oil lamp in her hand and saw that the wooden rack beside the stove was filled with her dirty clothes, but they had all been washed and dried by the charcoal fire in the stove.
All ten toes of her feet curled up in her shoes, her face flushed with shame, and her eyes were filled with shock, surprise and emotion.
There were footsteps approaching from behind.
Han Zhibai came over holding an oil lamp, worry on his face, "Qingyue, you're up, are you feeling unwell?"
Seeing that he was only wearing a thin piece of clothing, Xia Qingyue took his arm and walked away, "You came out wearing only such a thin piece of clothing, go back to your room quickly, be careful not to catch a cold."
"I'm much better now. I got up to go to the bathroom. Look how strong my legs are when I walk now. They're very steady."
Han Zhibai looked down at her nimble and steady legs as she walked, then raised his eyes to stare at her face. She did look more energetic, and the worry in her eyes faded a little.
Pulling Han Zhibai to the middle of the corridor between the two rooms, Xia Qingyue let go of his hand, walked into her own room, stood at the door and said, "I'm going back to my room to lie down, you should go back to sleep soon too."
She knew that he would not feel at ease if he didn't see her return to her room with his own eyes.
"Okay, call me if you need anything." He looked back every few steps.
"Go ahead." She waved at him and closed the door.
The two of them went back to their rooms to take a nap.
Three quarters past noon, Han Zhibai woke up from his sleep. He quickly dressed, opened the door and went to the opposite room.
After knocking on the door and waiting for a while without any response, he gently pushed the door open to a small gap and saw a dark figure lying on the bed.
The two little ones who had been guarding her all night heard the noise and turned their heads to look over. Their two pairs of eyes were bright and dim, like little glowing lights.
He gently pushed the door open and walked in to check Xia Qingyue's physical condition. Her temperature was normal and her pulse was much better than yesterday.
"You can also take a pulse?" She opened her eyes and smiled with curved eyebrows. She had just woken up and her voice was a little nasal, showing her cuteness and naivety.
Han Zhibai was startled when he took his hand back. He didn't expect that she woke up. It was a rainy day, and it was still dark outside. The room was dim, and her facial features were blurry. The only thing that could be seen were her bright and clear eyes, which looked like the twinkling stars in the dark night sky.
He groped in the dark, lifted the quilt and tucked it in tightly, his voice gentle, "Many years ago, Dad studied medicine on his own and had some insights in this area. He taught me some common medical skills."
She realized belatedly and said, "Yes, you prescribed all the medicines I took."
"It seems a little late today. I'll go make breakfast and bring it over when it's ready. You can take a rest."
"it is good."
It was very cold in the morning, so she thought it would be safer to just stay in bed and avoid catching a cold accidentally, which would make her condition worse.
Unable to sleep, she sat up, lit the oil lamp, put on a duck down coat, put a pillow behind her, and sat on the bed to read the books that Han Zhibai had sent her.
The book contained interesting anecdotes from all over the world, as well as local customs and habits. She was reading it intently when there was a knock on the door and Han Zhibai came in carrying a wooden tray.
There was steaming hot food on the plate. The staple food was a bowl of red date and red bean porridge, which was neither too thin nor too thick, and was cooked red, with the beans all sandy.
The dishes included a small plate of light pickled cucumbers, a bowl of steamed egg that was so tender that it trembled when touched, a bowl of chicken stewed with mushrooms, and a bowl of stir-fried mung bean sprouts.
The portion of each dish is not large, but the variety is rich.
Today her nose is a little clearer and she can smell a little bit.
"It smells so good." She put down the book, "Have you eaten yet?"
"I had eaten when it was being cooked." He reached out to pick up the bowl and chopsticks to feed her.
The dishes were cooked with great color, aroma and taste, and she felt hungry. Perhaps because of her illness, her mouth felt tasteless. She stared at the pickled cucumbers, eager to eat some.
Moving to the edge of the bed, she said, "I feel much better today. I want to eat by myself."
Feeding him was tiring, and she wanted him to sit down and rest.
Han Zhibai leaned against her, sat on a stool beside her, and watched her eat bite by bite with a smile in his eyes.
After breakfast, Han Zhibai took away the dishes and washed them, while Xia Qingyue got up alone to go to the toilet and change her menstrual belt.
She lay in bed all day, sleeping when she was sleepy and reading when she woke up.
Three days passed like this.
Today is the fifth day of her period. There is not much blood, and her cold is gradually getting better under Han Zhibai's careful care.
I lay in bed to rest in the morning, had lunch, and woke up from a nap. I really couldn't lie down anymore. After lying down for so long, I felt my whole body, including my muscles and bones, were stiff and numb.
She put on down clothes and warmed her hands with a hot water bottle to keep warm. Then she opened the door and went out. The moment she stepped out of the door, invisible wisps of cool air blew in her face. When she breathed, some white water vapor came out of her nose.
It's still raining outside, but the sound doesn't sound loud, so it must be a drizzle.
Instead, she heard a slapping sound coming from the kitchen. When she walked to the utility room, she saw Han Zhibai with his back to the inside, beating the dried sorghum ears with his hands up and down. The ears hit the edge of the grain barrel, and the seeds fell out and fell into the barrel due to the strong force.
About three hundred pounds of sorghum had been threshed, and the threshed ears were piled next to the pile of dry firewood to serve as kindling.
After beating the ears of corn in his hand, Han Zhibai turned around and saw Xia Qingyue standing behind him. He subconsciously looked towards the small side door of the kitchen, which was closed, and his expression relaxed.
She had been ill recently and it had been raining, so unless he had to go out to do something, he would keep the doors closed to block out the cold air outside.
"Are you hungry? Do you want some snacks or some glutinous rice balls?"