Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 111 Sickness

In the end, Song Chunlin did not have time to go to the capital because someone in his family was sick.

The first one to fall ill was Song Xiaobao. When Song Qinshi was pregnant with Song Xiaobao, there was a severe drought, and the Song family gave all the food in the house to her. Song Xiaobao in her belly was also very hardworking and was born safely. However, Song Qinshi did not have much milk after the birth, and the child cried with hunger. If Song Chunlin had not come through time, the child would have starved to death long ago.

After Song Chunlin came, he had been supplementing Song Xiaobao's nutrition, but a congenitally deficient body could not be improved overnight. Song Xiaobao was probably frightened on the day of the fire and had been a little wilted. This was the autumn harvest season and the Song family had moved house. They were so busy every day that even Song Chunlin had to go to the fields to work every day.

Song Xiaojiu has always been the one taking care of Song Xiaobao at home. Song Xiaojiu herself is still a child and just thought that Song Xiaobao was tired and wanted to sleep. It was only when the Song family came home and found Song Xiaobao still sleeping that they realized something was wrong.

Song Qin was the first to touch her son's forehead and said, "It's so hot, Xiaobao has a fever!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone gathered around. Song Dazhuang was so anxious that he put down what he was holding and walked outside immediately. He wanted to find a doctor.

While the doctor was not here, Song Chunlin also found a mercury thermometer from the space. He clamped the thermometer under Song Xiaobao's armpit. Song Qin asked worriedly, "What is this? Can it reduce fever?"

Song Chunlin took out a mercury thermometer and showed it to everyone: "This is called a mercury thermometer. The numbers displayed on it are the scale. Generally, 36 degrees is normal. Over 37 is a fever. 38 is a fever. 39 is basically a high fever. This thing can be clamped under the armpit for five minutes to measure the body temperature. In theory, as long as it is not a high fever, there is no need to take medicine, physical cooling will be enough."

When they heard that he didn't need to take medicine unless his fever was high, the Song family members understood that it was not serious, so they prayed that Song Xiaobao's temperature would not exceed 39 degrees.

However, things went against one's wishes. Song Xiaobao's fever finally reached 39°C, which was already a high fever. Song Chunlin hurriedly asked Song Amao to fetch water to cool down Song Xiaobao.

Rubbing the towel on his body relieved some of the discomfort. Song Xiaobao, who was sleeping, let out a moan. After Song Qinshi and Song Ammo wiped his whole body twice, Doctor Wang came in with the support of Song Dazhuang.

"Hey, slow down, I'm an old man, please don't pull me."

Song Dazhuang was extremely anxious. Song Xiaobao had been weak since birth, and he had experienced the sudden death of his sister when he was a child. He had a psychological trauma about children getting sick, and he was so panicked that he even forgot that there was spiritual spring water in Song Chunlin's space.

Doctor Wang walked into the room and saw Song Qinshi and Song A'mo wiping Song Xiaobao's body with warm water to cool it down, so he nodded approvingly.

He sat beside the bed, first touched his forehead, then carefully observed the child's complexion and pupils, and even pried open his mouth to check the child's tongue, and finally came to a conclusion.

"This is just a normal child with a high fever. It's nothing serious. He was probably frightened when your house caught fire a few days ago. But the child is sensible and has been keeping it to himself, so he got sick. This disease is easy to treat. I will prescribe a prescription for you later. Take one dose first, and arrange for someone to watch over him at night. Use cold water to cool him down every once in a while. If he still has a fever tomorrow, call me again."

"Okay, thank you, Doctor Wang."

Doctor Wang waved his hand and prepared a dose of Chinese medicine for reducing fever from his medicine box. After explaining the precautions for boiling the medicine, Song Dazhuang hurriedly took the medicine and went to boil it.

Grandpa Song sent Doctor Wang to the door and gave him a consultation fee of fifty cents.

Doctor Wang only picked out ten copper coins from the box and said, "Those medicines are not worth much. Ten coins are enough. Don't send me any more. I know this village better than anyone else."

Knowing that the other party was not just being polite, Grandpa Song stopped at the door and watched Doctor Wang go away.

At this time, Song Dazhuang was about to decoct medicine when he was stopped by Song Chunlin.

"Dad, there's no need to boil the medicine. I have children's antipyretic medicine in my space."

Song Dazhuang paused while pouring the water. He turned around and stared at his son with resentment: "Why didn't you remind me earlier? Then we wouldn't have to call a doctor."

Song Chunlin sighed helplessly: "You didn't even give me a chance to remind you."

Who was it that rushed to find a doctor when he heard Song Qinshi say that her youngest son had a fever?

Oh, it's me.

Song Dazhuang knew he was in the wrong, so he could only put down the water scoop with a wry smile, but he also said, "The medicine is all wet..."

Song Chunlin stepped forward and put the wet medicine and the medicine jar into the space.

"Here, put it away, it won't go bad."

Seeing what his son did, Song Dazhuang fell silent.

He suddenly had the illusion that his son was much smarter than him.

Seeing his father's constipated expression, Song Chunlin kindly comforted him: "Dad, it's a good thing you invited a doctor to come, otherwise we can't confirm what disease Xiaobao has, right?"

Song Dazhuang looked carefully and nodded.

Song Chunlin chuckled, "That's right. We are not doctors, so how can we blindly prescribe medicine? So, it is also good to ask a doctor. At least we know that Xiaobao just has an ordinary fever. I have children's antipyretic medicine in my space. I guarantee that Xiaobao will be cured tonight."

After listening to his son's comfort, Song Dazhuang felt much better, and it seemed that his efforts were not in vain.

Song Chunlin took out acetphenol suspension, administered the medicine according to body weight, and used a dropper to suck up the pink fruity-scented medicine and drip it into Song Xiaobao's mouth.

The sweet fruity aroma made Song Xiaobao smack his lips in his sleep, as if he wanted to eat more. Song Chunlin took out a bottle filled with space water and stuffed it into Song Dazhuang's hand.

"Dad, Xiaobao needs to drink more water so that he can get better quickly. And there is this thermometer. Mom already knows how to read it. If Xiaobao's fever reaches 39 degrees again, give him a drop of medicine. But this medicine can only be taken three times a day, no more than that."

Song Dazhuang responded and took over Song Amo's position.

After taking the medicine, Song Xiaobao's condition improved. Song Qin and Song Dazhuang stayed with him at night. In the middle of the night, Song Xiaobao had a high fever again. Song Dazhuang carefully inhaled the antipyretic medicine and dripped it into Song Xiaobao's mouth.

Song Qin kept fetching water to wipe her son's body to cool him down. The couple was busy until morning, when Song Xiaobao's fever finally subsided.

Ammo Song knocked on the door to deliver breakfast, but there was no response. She pushed the door open and looked inside. The couple were so tired that they fell asleep. However, Song Xiaobao might have just woken up and was a little bored. When he saw Ammo Song, he smiled at him.

When Aunt Song saw that her little grandson had woken up, she immediately walked in with a smile on her face. After putting breakfast on the table, she went to hug her grandson.

He carried his grandson out. Grandpa Song was sitting in the yard coaxing Song Xiaojiu to eat. When the grandfather and grandson saw Song Xiaobao coming, their eyes lit up.

Song Xiaojiu ran forward, looked up at Song Xiaobao, and asked him with concern: "Xiaobao, are you okay?"

Song Xiaobao had a serious illness and was still a little weak, but he looked quite energetic.

At noon, Song Dazhuang took Song Xiaobao to see Doctor Wang for a follow-up visit. Doctor Wang touched the child's forehead and found that he did not have a fever, but still had a slight fever. So he did not prescribe any medicine, but instead told Song Dazhuang:

"The child still has a fever. Don't eat eggs yet. Chop up some meat and cook porridge with rice for him to drink. The adults have to watch him carefully during this period. The most important thing for children with fever is to avoid recurrence. If the fever comes back, you can come to me to get medicine. I won't charge you for the consultation today. Take the child back quickly."

Song Dazhuang thanked Song Xiaobao profusely and took him back. On the way back, he met Wang Zhangshi who had just returned from the fields with her son.

Ever since Wang Fugui passed away, Wang Zhang rarely appeared in front of the Song family, and most of the time she would just take a detour.

Song Dazhuang naturally didn't know that Wang Zhang suspected her husband's death was related to the Song family. He just felt that when this woman and child saw him, they were like mice seeing a cat. Song Dazhuang was puzzled and told the matter to his family when he got home.

The three people who knew the inside story did not say anything. Song Qin coughed lightly to divert everyone's attention.

Song Qin seemed to be very tired. She didn't eat much. She just felt dizzy and uncomfortable in her head, and the back of her neck was sore. In short, she felt uncomfortable all over, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

When Aunt Song saw Song Qin's appearance, she thought that she was tired from working in the fields and taking care of Xiaobao, so she suggested that she go and have a rest.

"Your health is very important. Go and rest. The work in the field is almost done. You can stay at home and take care of the two little ones. I am always worried about leaving them alone at home."

Song Qin wanted to refuse: "Little Daddy, you and Dad are the elders, you should be the ones to rest. This morning has already been wasted, how can we finish it if we don't hurry up in the afternoon? I know my own body, even if I am tired, I can still do some light work."

Seeing that Song Qin still insisted, Grandpa Song began to speak.

"It's good that I let you rest. We two old guys are not too tired yet. You and Dazhuang have been taking care of the child all night. Even a donkey can't stand being so tired. Listen to your little daddy. Stay at home and take care of the child in the afternoon. Cook dinner. I've been eating takeout from Chunlin Space these two days. I feel a little irritated."

Seeing that Grandpa Song said this, Mrs. Song Qin didn't say anything more and instead asked what everyone wanted to eat in the evening, so everyone started ordering dishes.

When she came back in the evening, Song Qin had indeed prepared a large table of dishes, but she still didn't eat much that night.

At night, Song Xiaobao still slept with his parents. He didn't have a fever during the day, but his temperature was always high. The parents were worried, so they had to take care of him themselves.

It took several days for Song Xiaobao to recover from his illness. Song Dazhuang didn't dare to sleep well at night, for fear that Song Xiaobao would die quietly like his sister.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly. After Song Xiaobao recovered from his illness, he became a lively and cute little troublemaker again.

Instead, Song Qin fell ill again. She looked listless and ate less and less every day. Now that the work in the fields was finished, Song Dazhuang suggested taking Song Qin to see Doctor Wang.

Song Qin spat at him, "How can I not know my own body? I just took my temperature and I don't have a fever. I don't feel hot either. I'm just very tired recently. Just let me have a good rest."

Seeing that his wife insisted on not seeing a doctor, Song Dazhuang had no choice but to compromise.

"Okay, then keep the thermometer. If anything is wrong, we'll take your temperature, okay? If you have a fever, I'll carry you to Doctor Wang."

"Why do we have to go to Doctor Wang? Doesn't Chunlin have medicine?"

"That medicine can indeed cure the disease, but you have to know what the disease is, right? Do you dare to take medicine blindly? It is said that medicine is three-quarters poisonous, how can you take that stuff casually? You still have to see a doctor first and determine the cause of the disease."

Song Qin thought what he said made sense, so she agreed.

Fortunately, her condition was not serious, but she felt tired easily. If she was not paying attention while sitting to work, she would fall asleep. She also became picky about food, which had never happened before.

Song Qin frowned and moved the basin of fish a little further away: "Why is the fish so fishy today?"

Song Dazhuang was eating happily. Hearing this, he said, "What's fishy? Where is it fishy? It tastes delicious to me."

Tonight's meal was cooked by Aunt Song. The braised fish was made with shredded ginger and cooking wine. It shouldn't have a fishy taste, and the other members of the Song family also thought it was delicious. Only Song Qin thought the fish tasted very fishy. After eating a few chopsticks of vegetables, she said she was full.

When Aunt Song saw Song Qin's behavior, she suddenly felt that something was wrong.

After dinner, Song Chunlin took out a few pineapples, which were just planted in the space. He had never bought pineapple seeds before. These were all grown by Dabao using the pineapples he collected from the supermarket.

The pineapples were big and fragrant. It was the first time for the Song family to see this tropical fruit and they all expressed their curiosity.

"Oh, these are all thorns. How can I eat this thing?"

Song Chunlin picked up a pineapple and demonstrated it to everyone. Looking at the golden flesh, Song Qinshi felt her mouth watering. Song Chunlin cut the pineapple into pieces, and Song Qinshi quickly grabbed a piece and tasted it.

Song Chunlin said that he was surprised by Song Qinshi's reaction. Seeing that she wanted to have another piece after eating one, he quickly stopped her.

"Mom, this pineapple can't be eaten directly. It needs to be soaked in salt water before it can be eaten."

Song Qin had just chewed a piece and felt that she had not eaten enough when her son called her to listen. She said aggrievedly: "But it is obviously delicious like this, why do you have to put it in salt water? If you put it in salt water, won't it become salty?"

The others also nodded, not understanding why the fruit had to be soaked in salt water before eating.

Song Chunlin scratched his head, not knowing how to explain to them that there is an enzyme in pineapple that can digest and break down meat. If it is not soaked in salt water, everyone will probably have a mouthful of blood.

Song Chunlin brought out a basin of water, poured a little salt into it, stirred it evenly, and then poured the cut pineapple in to soak.