This is also normal, because it is best not to take medicines and injections all the time for children. Children are also very capable of self-healing. Under normal circumstances, taking a hot bath, sweating a little, and then putting on a fever-reducing patch will be enough.
It is possible to retreat.
However, this time it was more serious, and it became even more severe in the middle of the night. Tang Xinrong was so burned that he even had no strength left.
So, I hurriedly went to the emergency room. The doctor on duty said that it was not a simple fever, so I hurriedly tested my blood and did a full body examination, etc. Only then did I find out that it was a persistent fever caused by liver problems.
Fortunately, it was delivered in time, otherwise the situation would have been even more critical.
I sat next to him, covered my face with my hands and asked, "Why are you fine but he is fine?"
If it is said to be passed down from generation to generation, it should be passed on to Han Yichen. Why is it separated by two generations?
Tears overflowed again, moistening my fingers, and tears slowly flowed out from between my fingers.
"I understand dad a little bit now... maybe I'm not worthy of being a father?
If I knew I had such a gene, I should have persisted and forced you to have the surgery. Then I wouldn't be in pain today?
When I carried him to the hospital, he was feeling hot all over. I felt like he had no strength at all while holding the little fireball. His face was ugly and his facial features were hideous.
He wanted to cry, he wanted to speak, but he had no strength anymore, and his little face was about to turn purple.
I was thinking, why did it become like this? Why did it suddenly become like this?
Am I too unfeeling towards Ye Tianran and Tang Ye, so I let my son suffer such pain, so that I can also feel the struggle of my father back then?
But, did I do something wrong? My mother died on the operating table? Mother and son took away everything that originally belonged to my mother and me. What should I do?
I am not the Buddha who "cut his flesh to feed the eagles", nor am I the Jesus who sacrificed himself for thousands of others.
I naively thought, why didn’t I get sick? Why did Xiaoyu get sick when he wasn’t? Because he is an illegitimate child and he is different from us..."
Han Yichen also lowered his head and covered his eyes with his hands...
Perhaps Han Yichen and I have never been so "sympathetic" and "feeling the same" in our lives, right?
I can still cry, but he seems to be unable to cry?
We just sat there without talking, just waiting for our matching results and for Tang Xinrong's condition to improve. He is currently in a coma.
The nurse explained to us that when a child is in pain, he cannot express his pain and can only scratch and cry. He cannot do this now, so the medicine also has a sleeping effect.
He said he would wake up around eight o'clock in the evening, and it would depend on the situation then.
The liver is responsible for metabolism, detoxification, immune function, etc. Once something goes wrong, the body will collapse the fastest.
Even adults can't bear it, let alone children.
Therefore, at present, external force can only be used to replace the function of his liver.
It was late, but Tang Xinrong did not wake up. However, the hospital stipulated that only one family member could be left behind after eight o'clock in the evening.
Because we have to ensure sterility, we can't actually go in yet. We can only look out the window. Fortunately, we haven't entered the ICU yet, otherwise, even looking like this would not be allowed.
I said, "I'll stay and you can go back and rest."
Han Yichen stood up and said, "Okay, after twelve o'clock, I will come over and take your place."
As he spoke, he took off his suit and said to me: "It's getting cold here. If a child is sick, it's a long-term battle for parents. Don't make yourself sick."
I took it.
At about nine o'clock, Tang Xinrong thought about it. After the medical staff checked him, they gave him some milk powder, but he couldn't eat much?
And he was crying and moaning all the time.
He seemed to have seen me. When he was lying on the nurse's shoulder, he kept looking out the window.
However, not long after, he fell asleep again.
I asked the doctor, "When can I go in and see him?"
"Just wait for two days! At least you can eat something. When the situation is under control, you can be transferred to the general ward. Don't worry too much. Trust us, we are all professionals."
I nodded heavily and said, "I believe it, I believe you."
The intensive care ward of this hospital is quite user-friendly. The glass window here and the doorway are two different sides.
The doctor and nurse enter the ward from the other side, where they can completely see the scene in the ward. The nurse basically accompanies you throughout the whole process, and the doctor will check the ward every hour.
The glass windows and benches in the corridor are specially prepared for the families of patients.
It’s not just me, there are family members who stay overnight with me. Even if they all know, they can’t help much, but I feel more at ease sitting here.
There happened to be a water purifier not far from my place. A mother from the ward on my right came to collect the water and asked me in a low voice: "What's wrong with your child?"
I didn’t really want to answer, but thinking that we were all “reduced from the world” and “poor parents in the world”, I said: “There is something wrong with the liver.”
She took a look and said, "It's so small!"
"One year and five months old, still a few days left!"
"What did we do wrong? Why do we let our children suffer like this?"
She choked up as she spoke, and I asked, "What's wrong with your baby?"
"Skin virus infection is not life-threatening, but it hurts. I have been crying all day long. I can only lie down and cannot be hugged. I fall asleep crying and wake up crying again. What a sin..."
She asked me again: "Is this serious in your family? It's no big deal, right?"
I said, "It's hard to say."
At around eleven o'clock, another parent's child's condition suddenly worsened and he was sent directly to the emergency room.
His father was a big man, and he wanted to run out of here and go around to the other side to see his children. He was so anxious that the 1.8-meter tall man fell to the ground in shock and couldn't get up.