"Mom, do you believe in superstition?" Tang Wenhao looked at the old lady of the Jin family and asked. ┃- ┃
"Well, I just believe in superstition. Mom knows that you scholars don't believe in this kind of thing. However, Mom has lived at this age and has done many such rituals. It's all the time to try it out. You can take the child to the hospital for a look. If you don't have it, you'll bring it back anyway. It's not bad anyway." The old lady seemed to have known that Tang Wenhao and Ruan Ling wouldn't believe it, and she wanted to speak with the facts.
In this way, Tang Wenhao, Ruan Ling and Aying simply cleaned up, and went to the hospital with a high fever. They didn't want Aying to go, but she still had to take Wenying, but Junjun hugged her neck and refused to let go. She cried very hard. Aying really couldn't bear to leave him, so she went with her.
Ruan Ling was both relieved and jealous when she saw her son being so close to Ah Ying. After all, Junjun is her son, but now she doesn't want her anymore. How can she not feel uncomfortable?
Tang Wenhao drove Jin Dacai's car to a nearby hospital. After some examination, the doctor said it was a high fever caused by a viral cold and suggested getting an drip, otherwise the fever would not be eliminated.
Tang Wenhao and Ruan Ling are top students. Of course, they know that little things are not good. If you take too much, you can easily reduce people's resistance and immunity. However, after hearing what the doctor said, I still agreed to give my child some trouble.
Seeing her child hanging out at such a young age, Ruan Ling's heart was broken, but she could do nothing except heartache, and she couldn't even hold him, because he only had Aying, and only Aying's arms were the safest.
Tang Wenhao knew Ruan Ling's pain and was very sad. He pulled her into the corridor, hugged her slender waist with heartache, and said, "Sister, don't be sad. Junjun is your child after all, and he will accept you soon. I guess he told my mother that he must have been lost this time and was scared. Maybe he believed in superstition and could really help him recover as soon as possible after he went back! When his body returns to normal, he will know you soon."
"Baby, is the superstition that mom said really effective?" Ruan Ling asked in confusion.
"It seems to be effective. I have experienced this kind of thing before when I was a child. In our countryside, most children have experienced it. For example, if the children are scared by something, they usually ask the mysterious woman in the village to do some rituals, but don't believe it. They do a few tricks on you and call something we can't understand. The children will be fine," said Tang Wenhao.
"It's really so effective? What do you need to do in the hospital?" Ruan Ling asked in surprise.
"Haha, sister, I don't know if you ask me. Anyway, the result is that the child is really fine, and it can't be cured in the hospital. Do you think it's strange? There are indeed many things in this world that we cannot explain with science. You say it is superstition, but it is effective. If you want these mysterious women to say anything, probably no one can say it, but every parent will choose to believe them for their children," Tang Wenhao said with a smile.
"Then what you mean is that our mother is also a mysterious woman?" Ruan Ling said in surprise.
"Haha, sister, I really don't know this. You'll know it when you go back and ask your mother. However, with the Jin family's family background, it is possible for the old lady to understand these things," said Tang Wenhao.
"How do you say this?" Ruan Ling asked back.
"Because the martial arts of the Jin family were all passed down from ancient times and have been passed down for thousands of years, maybe the old lady was also passed down to her by the older generation," said Tang Wenhao.
"Oh, do you have this kind of culture in China? I really didn't expect it," said Ruan Ling.
"You have it in Vietnam, but you don't know it, because many things in Vietnam are learned directly from China. Maybe your family was Chinese before!" Tang Wenhao said with a smile.
"It is possible. Although I have not studied this aspect, I know that most people in Lang Son have migrated from China. There are very few local natives. Lang Son originally belonged to China in the past," said Ruan Ling.
"That's right, sister, you said that now Vietnam always erodes our China's South China Sea. Is it interesting? If the two countries really fight, Vietnam is not our China's opponent? In the past, the entire Vietnam was a vassal state of China. Can the South China Sea belong to your country? It's so good for everyone to cooperate well in the South China Sea. Do you have to occupy our South China Sea? Isn't this a beating?" Tang Wenhao is a nationalist and is very angry every time he sees such news.
"Baby, stop talking, didn't we say that? We only care about our small family and let the government take care of national affairs! My sister is yours, and I give you everything. If you say this, I will be angry. After all, I am from Vietnam. I can't really fight between the two countries in the future, so you don't want me, right? You won't treat me like this, right?" Ruan Ling looked at Tang Wenhao worriedly.
Ruan Ling had long seen that Tang Wenhao was a particularly patriotic person, so when he spoke like this, Ruan Ling was a little worried, fearing that the territorial waters between the two countries would affect their relationship with each other.
"Haha, sister, don't worry about this. No matter what happens between China and Vietnam, it will not change my heart that loves you. This will never change. Sister, I said, I want to love you for the rest of my life, no, forever," Tang Wenhao said emotionally.
The two of them tangled in the corridor for a while. Ruan Ling was worried about Junjun, so she returned to the room where she had some drip. There were more and more people inside, and the air was a little depressed. Tang Wenhao was also particularly disgusted with such a place. He wanted the doctor to change them to a separate room, but the doctor refused, saying that unless the child was hospitalized, he could only get an drip in this special room.
In desperation, they had to endure the torture in this room. They had to endure the torture for a whole morning. After the drip, the child fell asleep. However, the fever still did not subside a little. They carried the child to the doctor to ask what was going on. The doctor said that the effect was not so fast. I continued to do drip tomorrow and it would be completely reduced for at least a week, so that they would not worry.
"Damn it, you have to get a cold for a week! I have never felt what it feels like to get an IV since I was a child? Doctors are getting worse and worse now, and they have no level at all. In our countryside, things that can be done with just a few dollars of medicine. It costs more than a thousand yuan here. Money is a small matter. The key is to waste time and trouble the child," Tang Wenhao said depressedly after getting in the car.
"That's it! We really can't understand this aspect of China. When we were in Death Valley, we had a fever and cold. Dr. Ruan just gave us some medicine. It only costs a few dollars in total, and it takes less than a week to take medicine!" Aying said with a pouting mouth.
"Oh! This means you Chinese are rich!" Ruan Ling teased.
"It's not that we have money, but that doctors now have no medical ethics, and there are fewer and fewer good doctors. Over the past 30 years of reform and opening up, our China has indeed become rich, but in many aspects, it has been regressed, and people do not trust each other as much as before. I remember that when we were young, we didn't need to lock our homes at all, and there were no thieves at all. Now even if we lock it, we have to pry off your lock, and neighbors will never interact with each other," Tang Wenhao sighed.
"Well, I don't know who lives next door to our house yet! However, there is a very beautiful woman who drives out every day. His man is like you, and he rarely goes home. Sometimes he hears her crying inside. We also want to see what's going on, but my mother told us not to meddle in other people's business, saying that they are all outsiders and don't know the truth, so it's better to cause trouble less," said Aying.
"Well, my mom is right. We don't know who they are. What if they don't want to know us at all? Aren't you boring yourself?" said Tang Wenhao.
"Baby, it's not that I criticize you Chinese, but that you think so yourself, so that neighbors are so indifferent," Ruan Ling smiled.
"Haha, sister, what do you mean is that we have to have a good relationship with our neighbors in the future? Are you not afraid that these women will fall in love with your husband? Snatch your husband from you?" Tang Wenhao said with a wicked smile.
"Haha, what are you afraid of? Our husband already has countless wives, so what's so great about having more? Yes? Aying," Ruan Ling smiled.
"That's it! Baby, have you counted how many women do you have?" Aying asked with a smile.
"Haha, I really haven't counted it seriously. I calculated it roughly last time. Add Xiu'er and the others' so-called concubines in Miao Village in Laos, probably there are more than 150! Later, there were two girls and sisters in Naxi," Tang Wenhao said with a wicked smile.
"More than that! Didn't you say that you still have women in that indigenous tribe?" Ruan Ling asked with a smile.
"Haha, too, but I don't do anything randomly in the indigenous tribes. The Wukui brothers can testify. I seem to have only had a few legs with their leader. I really haven't touched other women, so it should be said that over there, my performance is much more rules than Wukui," Tang Wenhao said with a wicked smile.
After the three of them talked at home, the old lady of the Jin family saw that her grandson had come back, so she hugged her over and touched his forehead. She found that it was still hot and hurriedly said to Tang Wenhao and Ruan Ling, "Son, A Ling, why don't you let your mother believe in superstition? It's still hot!"
"Haha, okay, mom, you can do it! Then do we need to prepare something?" Tang Wenhao asked with a smile.
"No, go out and buy a few incense sticks and some paper money. Mom wants to burn some paper money for your dad and your elder brother first, so that the father and son can bless our Junjun there, and then mom sings to him and scold the dirty things that harm people, and the baby will get better soon." The old lady said the truth and her attitude was extremely serious. Although Tang Wenhao knew that this was superstition, he still chose to believe the old lady.
Ruan Ling hugged Junjun who was sleeping deeply, and looked curiously at the old lady changing clothes and muttering to the portrait of Mr. Jin hanging in the middle of the living room. She was both curious and very moved. In fact, she had long regarded the old lady who had nothing to do with her as her mother. She was full of respect for the old lady.