Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

Sure enough, the child relaxed a little when he heard that his father would not leave.

It's just that he still didn't let go completely, it just changed from grabbing his sleeves to grabbing his father's fingers.

It seems that only in this way can we truly not be afraid.

The director of pediatrics checked it carefully, and asked the nurse to come over and take the temperature.

36.5 degrees, no fever.

Gently pressed the stomach:

Kid, do you feel uncomfortable in here?

Um.

Uncle press down like this, does it hurt?

It doesn't hurt.

If it doesn't hurt, is it a stuffy feeling?

seems like it.

What about here?

Um!

Director Jia checked the fundus again, and at this moment, the blood pressure and heart rate values ​​also came out.

Young Master Fu, the young master is suffering from heat stroke!

Heatstroke?

During this period of time, the weather is sweltering, so we should give our children plenty of water and pay attention to ventilation at home.

Also, it is not suitable for children to blow on the air conditioner for a long time, and it will be uncomfortable if it is blown for a long time.

Fu Jiyan was relieved to hear that his son was just suffering from heat stroke.

Well, we will pay attention to it in the future, Director Jia, what should the child do now?

Since it is heat stroke, it must be treated first, right?

Drink a bottle of Huoxiangzhengqi liquid first, if it's not serious, don't infuse it.

Fu Jiyan glanced at A-Ban, and A-Ban understood instantly, and hurriedly followed the nurse:

Hello, are we going to get the Huoxiang Zhengqi Liquid now?

Well, yes, after a while, you should remember to drink more warm water for the children, don't drink cold ones, it will be bad if you have a stomachache.

Success, thank you.

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However, the child was very happy when he heard that there was no need for infusion, but when he really wanted to drink Huoxiangzhengqi liquid, he tightly covered his mouth and refused to let him drink it.

No, it stinks, don't drink porridge, dad, take it away!

This medicine smells really bad.

Not to mention children, even Fu Jiyan couldn't stand the smell.

However, I still endured it.

Fu Zhizhou, be good, drink two sips and you'll be fine.

If you are bored, you will definitely suffer less.

cough cough.

It sounds simple, but in reality, it's not that easy.

No, don't drink it, it stinks, woo woo woo.

Actually, not a single tear.

It's fake crying!

Probably, children have learned this trick without a teacher, so as to threaten the adults at home.

But, the problem now is that your father has never been used to you!

Therefore, this threat is considered a white threat.

I'll count to three, one to two.

The kid sat up and hugged his father's waist tightly with both hands:

Woooooo Dad, I don't want to drink porridge, can I not drink it?

It really stinks!

It smells bad, how can you drink it?

No! You must drink!

Wow~

Dad is bad!

Bastard!

Seeing that the little boy was resisting and refusing to drink, and the director of pediatrics and the pediatric nurses did not dare to intervene, Fu Jiyan had no choice but to hold down the little boy with one hand, directly on the hospital bed, so that he could not move.

Then, he handed the medicine bottle to Aban:

Just open it!

yes!

Cough, anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is the rhythm to be poured directly.

This kind of scene is not uncommon.

Especially in pediatrics, you can watch at least ten or eight times a day.

This time, the kid was really crying.

Wow. I want to tell my mother, let my mother hit you!

Oh, your mother can't beat your father.

A-Ban had already pried off the bottle cap, Fu Jiyan took it, and glanced at the little brat who was threatening him loudly on the bed:

up to you!