At this time, my mother walked in from the outside, with a smile on her sad face: "Silly boy, how did you know?"

"I have been transferred back to Spring City from Xiacheng, Dawei told me." Li Yan asked eagerly: "Didn't you go to the hospital?"

"Which hospital should I stay in? Let the doctor in the village give him an infusion and he will be cured. He was discovered earlier. That day your father said that his hands and feet were numb, so I quickly asked the doctor to give him an infusion."

"Go to the hospital for a check-up tomorrow." Li Yan said.

"No, several people in our village who suffered from cerebral thrombosis didn't go to the hospital. You haven't eaten yet, right?" Mother asked.

"No, I'll make a bag of instant noodles later."

"Do you have a good relationship with that girl?"

"Well, we have a good relationship." Li Yan nodded.

"Don't tell her that your dad is sick. If she dislikes it, won't your work be in vain?" The mother's face was full of worry.

"Ye Qing is not that kind of person."

"Silly boy, you can't say anything, you know?" Mother asked: "A woman's heart is at the bottom of her heart. How many days will you stay here this time?"

"I took a long vacation and stayed a little longer." Li Yan looked for a thermos and prepared to make instant noodles.

"Your dad is fine, you will go to work in two days." Mother said and took out two bags of instant noodles from the cabinet.

After eating instant noodles, Li Yan felt a little tired: "Mom, I'm going to take a lunch break."

"Let's go! I didn't know you were coming back, so I didn't even dry the quilt, so I just covered it up and waited until the weather was sunny to dry it properly."

Li Yan returned to his room and fell into a deep sleep.

I don’t know how long I fell asleep, but I just felt someone touching my forehead: “It’s so hot, do you have a fever?”

Li Yan opened his eyes slightly and realized it was his mother.

I quickly sat up from the bed, only to feel cold all over, as if I was exhausted.

The mother took a thermometer, put it in Li Yan's armpit, waited for five or six minutes, took it out, put on reading glasses and looked at it for a long time: "I have a high fever, 38.8 degrees. I'm going to call the doctor."

The doctor in the village was on call. After a while, Dr. Sun came, asked what was wrong, listened to Li Yan's lungs with a stethoscope, and prescribed medicine: "What medicine are you allergic to?"

Li Yanqiang cheered up: "I'm allergic to penicillin, and I just drank wine last night."

Dr. Sun said "Oh", wrote out the medicine order, and asked Li Yan's mother to follow him to get the medicine.

In the evening, after taking medicine, Li Yan covered himself with a quilt and was sweating. His cell phone rang. It was Ye Qing calling. Li Yan was too weak to answer the call.

In the middle of the night, his mother walked in again and touched Li Yan's forehead: "It's still so hot. Doesn't this medicine work? Try the thermometer again."

"The fever subsided around ten o'clock." Li Yan spoke weakly.

The mother took out the thermometer and let Li Yan see it for himself. Li Yan was shocked when he saw it: "39 degrees."

"You are tired!" Mother said, "Take another bag of antipyretics."

Li Yan couldn't fall asleep in the middle of the night. He had a severe headache and the antipyretic medicine didn't seem to work at all.

In the morning, after Dr. Sun gave Li Yan's father an injection and infusion, he went to Li Yan's room again.

The mother's eyes were red: "What's wrong with this child? After taking the medicine, the fever went away, and then the fever started again. The temperature was frighteningly high."

"It's just a cold. Don't drink when you have nothing to do! Just because you drink, many medicines cannot be used, you know?" Dr. Sun said in a tone similar to scolding.

Li Yan nodded and smiled helplessly.

"You should give me an infusion too!" the doctor said, taking out the infusion bottle.

After the needle was inserted, Dr. Sun left. My mother ran back and forth between the two rooms. She was over sixty years old and had to take care of two bedridden patients.

At this time, Ye Qing called again, and Li Yan answered it with one hand: "Hello, I'm at my hometown."

Ye Qing's anxious voice came from the other side: "I asked Dawei last night and said that my uncle had cerebral thrombosis. How is the situation?"

"It's the infusion. It's okay. It's not easy to recover from this disease for a while. Let's recover slowly." Li Yan spoke in a low voice.

"What's wrong with you? You don't have the energy to talk at all."

"I have a cold, and I'm also getting infusions."

"Do you have a fever?" Ye Qing asked with concern.

"I have a high fever. I don't know what's going on. Normally, a cold goes away after taking antipyretics and I sweat. This time, the fever went away after sweating, and then the fever came back again." Li Yan confided, thinking that he had been injured twice.

Ye Qing treated the wound carefully, and his considerate care was unforgettable.

"I asked Dawei to drive me there in the evening. My aunt is so old and it's too hard for one person to take care of two people." Ye Qing said.

"You must not come. The house has not been cleaned properly. It is very dirty." Li Yan was a little anxious.

"What are you talking about? I am also from the countryside." Ye Qing hung up the phone.

"Mom, Ye Qing is coming tonight." Li Yan said to his mother.

"Our house hasn't been tidied up for a long time. Besides, where does she live?" The expression on the mother's face was very complicated, with two parts happy and eight parts worried.

"Let her live with Xiaoya." Li Yan said.

"I'll go tell your aunt." After speaking, the mother walked out.

Xiaoya is the granddaughter of Li Yan's mother-in-law and is in the second grade of junior high school this year.

In the evening, my mother bought braised pork and fried chicken steak at the intersection to entertain her future daughter-in-law, Ye Qing.

Li Yan's condition went up and down. After the infusion, there was no obvious effect. He could only take antipyretic medicine once every four hours. He felt better only after taking the antipyretic medicine.

At 7:30 in the evening, he vaguely heard the sound of cars on the street, and Li Yan knew that Ye Qing and Dawei were coming.

Mother greeted her at the gate, and Dawei introduced: "Grandma, this is Ye Qing."

Ye Qing was stunned for a moment, then said hello: "Hello, aunt!"

"Oh! What a pretty girl. She's so tall. Come to the house quickly. Li Yan is lying on the bed." Mother held Ye Qing's hand.

"Let me see uncle first!"

"Okay, then come to our room and sit for a while."

Dawei put the fruits and milk he brought in the main room and followed Ye Qing into Li Yan's parents' bedroom.

Li Yan's father changed into new clothes in the afternoon and leaned on the quilt with a wry smile on his face.

"Uncle, how are you?" Ye Qing asked.

"Okay, okay..." Li Yan's father couldn't speak clearly.

"He suffered from cerebral thrombosis. It is not a serious illness now. He has recovered like a normal person." Li Yan's mother worked hard to create an atmosphere that would not cause trouble to her son in the future.

"Yes, if cerebral thrombosis is treated promptly, there will be no sequelae." Dawei agreed.

Ye Qing smiled: "Uncle, please rest, I'll go see Li Yan."

Li Yan's house has five rooms in the north. The two rooms on the east are his parents' main room and bedrooms. The three rooms on the west are Li Yan's main room and bedrooms. There is also one room for storing sundries. Although there is a bed in the sundry room, it has been unoccupied for a long time.

It's hard to clean up.

Ye Qing came to Li Yan's bedroom and felt a little distressed when he saw Li Yan's eyes were dull: "Are you feeling better?"

"Unstable," Li Yan forced a smile: "It's so far away, why do you come here?"

"I'm here to take care of you. Auntie can't take care of two patients at the same time." Ye Qing sat on the bedside.

Dawei moved a chair and sat next to the end of the bed: "At first I thought you were pretending to be sick, but I didn't expect it to be really serious. You need to control some things in the future. You are no longer a young man in his twenties."

Li Yan stretched his feet out of the quilt and kicked twice in the direction where Dawei was sitting: "Don't talk nonsense, why should I be restrained? I haven't done anything."

"Have you been drinking?" Dawei asked.

"Drink, you said you should drink in moderation?"

"Yes, what do you think you need to control?" Dawei stood up and asked reluctantly.
Chapter completed!