Back to the ward, I continued to hold the little guy and fed the medicine from last night.
Xiaoshanjun's disease has been repeated intermittently, reducing fever, and having another fever, drinking medicine, crying, coughing, and reducing fever...
At the end of the day, Jiang Chenshao held his weak little soft-boun son, feeling distressed and reluctant to give him medicine. At night, the couple didn't sleep. Gu Nuanxi held a thermometer and measured it every once in a while.
Chen Shao asked her to rest for a while, and she said, "Husband, you must not be able to sleep now. I feel the same as you, don't persuade me to sleep."
The next day, the nurse entered with the injection, "Mrs. Jiang, Mrs. Jiang, the doctor's advice from Li Yuan, is that the young master has not yet subsided his fever and is going to get an injection."
Gu Nuanxi looked at her son who had just woken up and took off the little guy's diapers. The little guy's face turned around and looked curiously, not knowing what was going on his little butt, but suddenly it was wet and cold.
The moment the needle was inserted, Gu Nuanxi closed her eyes in fear, "Husband~"
The little guy cried in pain and then, his mouth wide open, and tears fell on Gu Nuanxi's sleeve. Jiang Chenshao covered his son's eyes with one hand, and the other hand pushed the medicine with the nurse.
Afterwards, he immediately pressed the cotton pad for his son. "Be good, Shanjun, dad and mom are by your side. I'll get better after giving it an injection."
The little guy cried heartbrokenly, one by one, looking like he had never seen before.
"Where is my grandson?"
"Grandson"
"Where is my baby grandson?"
The old man's anxious voice rang at the nurse's station, and Mr. Jiang turned his head and didn't know where to go.
Then, listening to the crying sounds coming from the ward, Old Jiang pointed in a direction, "Chenfeng Aihua, go, here, this cry is my little grandson's."
Mr. Jiang followed the crying sound and pushed open the door. Sure enough, he saw the little baby in tears.
Mr. Jiang's heart was broken with heartache. He ran over and hugged the little baby he had been thinking about day and night.
Gu Nuanxi was surprised, "Brother, sister-in-law, dad, why are you here?"
Wei Aihua said: "You family of three are not here for the New Year. It's not enough. I've been away for so long and I won't go home. We all miss you and Xiaoshanjun, so today I went to visit the villa in Yenan. As a result, I learned about Shanjun from the servants.
I was hospitalized, and my dad was so anxious that he was almost crazy. Come to the hospital quickly.”
Jiang Chenfeng sat next to his younger brother, and his eyes were filled with criticism, "Shanjun has been sick for two days, why didn't you tell his family?"
"Xiao Nuan and I can take good care of the child's cold and fever, so we didn't disturb our family," Jiang Chenshao explained.
Wei Aihua also criticized the couple, "Even if it's a little pain and itch, you should tell your family, let alone the child's cold and fever is not a trivial matter. Chen Shao hasn't been to work these two days, if I knew it, I would have been early in the morning.
Come here to accompany Nuanxi."
Xiaoshanjun finally saw his relative who did not give him medicine or give him injections. The little guy lay in his grandfather's arms, sobbing with aggrieved little breasts.
In the afternoon, Gu’s father and mother also came to the hospital in panic.
As soon as they met, they criticized the couple, "Why don't you tell us if the child is sick?"
Old Jiang hugged the sleeping little dear grandson, as if he had found an alliance, "In-laws, you also learned from others that our little baby was hospitalized?"