grab that pudding

Because of physical problems, I have been prone to back pain since high school. Sometimes it is just a little sore, sometimes it hurts like a waist cut, and the worst case is that I can't straighten my waist at all.But generally it is sore at most, and if the pain is severe, it will be once or twice a year at most.At that time, his grandparents were worried and took him to see a doctor. The doctor's examination showed that there was no major problem. It was probably due to fatigue and incorrect sitting posture.Grandma also nourished his kidneys in this way, making Song Huan dumbfounded, so he could only drink the tonic soup with his head depressed.

Later, a female classmate in the same class discovered Song Huan's back pain, and made him a cup of brown sugar ginger tea as a joke, and it really relieved the pain just like a ghost.

Of course, it is absolutely impossible for him to tell everyone, nonsense, shameless?It's so embarrassing, the girl's magic weapon to relieve menstrual pain is actually very effective for him.

I did mumble to Le Xuan, this guy laughed so hard that tears came out, and in the end he laughed so hard that his back ached, and he used the legendary magic weapon to suppress it, and then sprayed it out instantly, so the two of them left school on Saturday When, miserably, stay to clean the window...

Speaking of which, Lele should be returning to China next month.

Little Pudding was too lazy to lick a few sips, and refused to drink anyway, so he had to finish it by himself.

Rhubarb and Mr. Feng looked at Song Huan, who had a normal expression after drinking, and even seemed to be enjoying the drink, and their understanding of Song Huan increased to another level.

Song Huan felt that he wanted to save everyone's magical eyes, so he explained: "This brand of brown sugar ginger tea contains osmanthus, red dates and longan. The red dates and longan are sweet and sweet. After drinking, there will be a faint fragrance of osmanthus. It's delicious, sweeter than ordinary ginger tea, and not so spicy. It's still delicious."

After a pause, he continued: "Drinking ginger tea at night is easy to get angry. I added a few fetal chrysanthemums to neutralize it, and it will be much better. Chrysanthemums are cool. However, there is a saying that drinking Jiang Sheng late at night is better than drinking ginger tea at night. Okay, but it's also raining, so it doesn't matter if you drink it once or twice."

After listening to Song TCM Health Preservation Lecture, the two nodded to show that they understood.Then began to wonder, is he really the youngest among us?

Little Pudding said: I am the youngest.

Song Huan picked out the ginger, added hot water and made another cup.

Rhubarb looked at Song Huan who seemed to be a retired veteran cadre enjoying the fragrance of tea with his eyes closed, and for a moment forgot what he wanted to say.It took a long time before I remembered to settle accounts after autumn: "Song Huan, you are really, you will not find a place to hide just now? Come back after the rain stops, or call us, and we will send you an umbrella. You See how my little pudding is poured?"

Song Huan scratched his cheek in embarrassment: "I thought it wasn't too rainy just now, and I was only a few minutes away, so I walked back. I didn't expect it to suddenly collapse like an embankment, and there are only trees next to it. It's dangerous to hide under it. I ran back."

Da Huang was heartbroken: "Doctor Song, what do you want me to say about you! Why did you become so confused all of a sudden?"

Song Huan apologized, and offered Rhubarb an orange-flavored lollipop with both hands.

Another night of lighting up the night battle.

The next day I got up a bit late, Song Huan felt a little confused, and the little pudding was also very confused. After a scuffle, I sent the little pudding to my junior sister. Today, the junior sister took the little pudding to the park next door. Song Huan Huan continued to study.

When he came back at noon, the little pudding looked sick, and he ate half a bowl of rice. Song Huan touched his forehead and found that he didn't have a fever. He probably went to the park this morning to play crazy and was too hot.There was a manuscript to be rushed at noon, so I didn't pay much attention to the status of Little Pudding. In the afternoon, I asked my good brother not to take the child out to draw indoors in the afternoon, and left in a hurry.

When I returned to the dormitory in the afternoon, I found that the little pudding was still limp, and her face was flushed red. Song Huan had a bad intuition. When he touched the child's forehead, it was really hot. He took out a thermometer and measured it, 37°8.

The little pudding with the anti-fever stickers was leaning on the back of the chair, his two white and tender legs dangling, like a cat flicking its tail on a tree, except that the whole person was a little sleepy.

Song Huan pushed the second cup of hot water to Little Pudding, and Little Pudding said aggrievedly, "Father, I don't want to drink it. I can't drink it if it's tasteless."

"Then take another sip, and Dad will add sugar to it for you."

"Okay~~"

Song Huan poured a basin of cold water and wiped Pudding's body to warm him up.

"Is Xixi feeling uncomfortable?" (Where is Xixi feeling uncomfortable?)

Maybe it's because Song Huan used to speak Cantonese in his novels, so he likes to return to Cantonese when he is sick and uncomfortable.Little Pudding has learned Cantonese and Mandarin since he was a child, but so far, most of them use Mandarin, both in City Q and in City S. Only a few of them can use a little Cantonese when communicating with Song Huan.

"I'm so tired~ I want to train~ It hurts a lot, it hurts again... Dad, I'm out of battery..." (So tired~ I want to sleep~ Same here, it hurts here too, Dad, I'm almost out of battery... )

The progress bar of the little pudding seemed to be slowed down twice, the little finger pointed to the head and then to the throat.

Song Huan really likes to hear Little Pudding speak Cantonese. When Little Pudding speaks Mandarin, it is crisp and soft, while Cantonese is less weak and more crisp and lively, like a little sparrow.However, the sound of sick little pudding sounds distressing.In fact, when Pudding wakes up in the morning, he loses his usual vitality and is a little confused. If he finds out earlier, he won't have to run to the park in the hot weather, and he has to drag his tired body for a walk.I guess it was also because I was exposed to the heat outside, sweated and didn't dry off in time, and then came back to turn on the air conditioner, which aggravated the condition with each cold and heat.At noon, because he was busy with the manuscript, he didn't pay attention to the child's physical condition, and it has become more serious now. The more Song Huan thought about it, the more uncomfortable and guilty he felt.

"Stupid piggy, it's daddy. I'm too busy doing things by myself. I didn't pay attention to you. Dad will definitely pay attention to you in the future. But, if you feel uncomfortable next time, you must tell daddy right away, you know?" (Silly) Pig, this time it's dad who is wrong, he was doing his own thing and didn't pay attention to you, dad will definitely pay attention to you in the future. But if you feel uncomfortable next time, you must tell dad right away, you know?)

"yes, sir~~"

After wiping, the child became more and more drowsy, so he speeded up, and covered the little pudding to sleep after wiping once.After the little pudding fell asleep, wipe him with water to cool down.

But Little Pudding's body temperature kept changing over and over again, and it didn't drop down until then.Around 10 pm, the temperature reached 38°7.

Song Huan hurried to the nearby central hospital with the child in his arms.There are many people in the central hospital, especially in summer, there are many children with heatstroke, cold, cough, and fever. Just queuing up, Song Huan waited anxiously for almost half an hour, watching one after another parents carrying their children into the hospital. In the department, Song Huanyu came to Yu in a hurry.Rhubarb who followed was also anxious to sit and shake his legs, and walked back and forth when he was not sitting.However, no matter how urgent you are, there is nothing you can do. There are so few doctors and so many patients.

When it was time to queue up, Song Huan took Pudding's temperature and it rose another 39°.Little Pudding was almost in a dazed sleep all the time, and he couldn't cheer up until the doctor asked him a question.

The little pudding villain was sickly, lying in Song Huan's arms, with his head resting on his shoulder, breathing lightly, his small eyes could hardly be opened, and the corners of slightly raised eyes were flushed, The fleshy little cheeks were red and hot.

After the child hung up the needle, Da Huang went to buy a porridge with preserved egg and lean meat, and supervised Song Huan to drink the small bowl before going back.In fact, Rhubarb originally intended to stay with her, but Song Huan thought that the more content in the two-day class would require a lot of attention and energy, so he sent Rhubarb back in a daze.

Because the bed was relatively tight, Song Huan sat in the infusion hall next to the hall, with a small pudding on his lap and a small quilt covering his stomach.The night was getting deeper and deeper, and the suspension needle was replaced with a second bottle. Song Huan, who worked hard and went to class for several days, fell asleep watching the drop of the suspension bottle after a long night of hard work. up.

Not long after, Little Pudding slowly twisted his body to turn over, and then woke himself up.Little Pudding looked around in a daze, blinked his big eyes twice in a daze, and was about to rub his eyes with his right hand, when Song Huan, who was awakened from the start, quickly pressed his little paw.

"Baby, don't move, this hand is giving a needle,"

Little Pudding looked at it and pursed his mouth: "Father, why did you pierce my right hand..."

Song Huan couldn't help but smile bitterly. At this time, he was still thinking about painting with his right hand. He was really dedicated and dedicated.

"Just now, the nurse sister wanted to prick your left hand, but she couldn't find a blood vessel, so she had to prick your right hand. It doesn't matter, we can paint again the day after tomorrow. Look, that brother over there has also had his forehead pierced." Song Huan pointed Children in the distance.

"Huh... Dad, it's a good thing I didn't pierce my forehead, it's too ugly..."

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The author has something to say:

Little Pudding: Dad, did you steal my candy again? !

Song Huan: Cheapskate, isn't it just eating two of your candies...

Little Pudding: Then why don't you buy me a new one? !

Song Huan: I just bought red dates and candied dates in the refrigerator, you can pick and eat them.Red dates nourish blood, soothe the nerves and invigorate the spleen, and candied dates nourish blood, invigorate the stomach and lungs, so healthy!

Little Pudding: ...Dady~~

Chang Cheng: Be good, listen to your father, your father is right!Wife you are awesome! !