There Are Always Teachers Asking Parents

The temperature under the palm of his hand was scorching hot, and Qi Yan's breathing was stagnant, and his heart snapped.

The child was having a fever and was so stuffy at home without saying a word. Lengcheng would rather be wrapped in a blanket than to call her. Fortunately, she had a lot of hearts to come and see, otherwise let this go on, the next day I am afraid it will be The brain is burned out.

At that moment, she was both scared and angry, and said anxiously: "Don't you want to call me if you are uncomfortable? I don't know if I have a fever?" While talking, she brought people into the house with her backhand and closed the door.

"Where is the thermometer?"

The air conditioner in the living room was running, and the air was warm but very dry. Lu Wei was sitting on the sofa, curled up and trembling, with a hoarse voice: "TV...cough...machine...cough cough below the cabinet... .."

She coughed badly, Qi Yan listened more and more worried, went through the cabinets to find a thermometer, and quickly took her temperature. Seeing the girl's red face, no amount of anger disappeared without a trace, leaving only uncontrollable distress.

Maybe it is because of getting older. Every time she sees a cute and beautiful girl, she becomes soft and can't help the maternal love overflowing. Although she is not her own child, the feeling of motherhood seems to be common, and she can't say why.

"Is there anything uncomfortable?" After waiting for a few minutes, Qi Yan poured a glass of warm water and fed Lu Wei to drink, gently patting her back with his palm, his voice unconsciously soft.

Lu Wei had to stop coughing after taking a sip of water. She held the blanket tightly with her small hands and pressed her chest|mouth, her voice was like a humming cat: "Here...cough...pain..." , She opened her mouth and took a sharp breath, as if out of breath, with crystal tears coming out of the corners of her eyes.

That place is—

lung? heart?

Qi Yan's expression suddenly became solemn, and his eyebrows were tightly twisted into a ball.

Recently, the temperature has dropped drastically. Many people have a cold. She thought that the child had a bad cold just because of a cold. It would be better to take some medicine and rest. However, chest pain and breathing difficulties accompanied by cold symptoms may not be so simple. .

It was almost time, Lu Wei took the initiative to take out the thermometer, and Qi Yan took it and looked at the light—forty degrees!

"No, I have to go to the hospital..." she said to herself, put the thermometer on the coffee table, and gathered the blanket for the girl, "Lu Wei, wait for me here, don't close the door." After speaking, she got up quickly. Leave.

Qi Yan went back to the house and packed it up. He took a piece of his own down jacket and put it on Lu Wei, then helped her downstairs and took a taxi to the Children's Hospital.

The night wind was cold outside, and the rain was still falling. Lu Wei was burning dizzy, his eyelids drooped, and he curled up in Qi Yan's arms motionlessly, breathing heavily between his nose. Qi Yan held her hot hand and felt her Shaking constantly, anxious for a while.

I couldn't help but complain about Lu Zhiqiao, and it made no sense to leave the child at home alone when he was busy at work. Where's your grandparents? Where's the aunt, uncle, and other relatives?

There are many people in the children’s hospital, from eleven or twelve to a few months old, and they are brought by their parents. There was a long queue at the outpatient clinic, but because of the large number of people, there were eight clinics opened tonight, and the queue was fairly fast.

The clinic room was full of parents. Most of them were young mothers. The children were very small. Some held them in their hands and cried non-stop. They coaxed the children while equating, with eyes full of anxiety and fatigue. Qi Yan looked at them, unconsciously hugged Lu Wei, and suddenly thought that he was also a mother.

When it was their turn, Lu Wei cooperated with the doctor very much, asking what to answer and what to answer, even if the fever was stunned, he tried to express clearly, and then the doctor asked to take a chest radiograph, and the final diagnosis was mild pneumonia and needed injections.

There was a cry in the infusion room.

The nurse gave Lu Wei a needle. The little girl was a little frightened. She shrank her neck and drilled into Qi Yan's arms. She suddenly remembered something and didn't move anymore—this is the teacher, not her mother. She should be behaved.

Naturally, Qi Yan felt the child's fear, and quickly hugged her tightly, comforting her softly: "Don't be afraid, sister nurse will be lighter." After speaking, he smiled at the little nurse.

There was a small head buried in front of him, and his heart was about to melt. Who doesn't like beautiful, well-behaved and painful children?

"I'll call your mother first." After hanging the needle, Qi Yan temporarily settled his heart, poured a cup of hot water for the child, and took out his mobile phone.

"Don't...cough cough..." Lu Wei said weakly, raised his red face, and looked at her pitifully, "Mom is very busy...cough...don't disturb her..."

Qi Yan was stunned, the girl's immature face was reflected in his amber eyes, and she repeated her words in his heart, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable.

Where is such a well-behaved child, it makes people feel distressed.

"Okay, don't tell mother then." Qi Yan said softly, his heart softened a bit, and touched her head affectionately, letting her lean in front of him.

The infusion time is very long, and the night is getting deeper.

It was already one o'clock in the morning, the room was brightly lit, and the children cried intermittently. Lu Wei fell asleep leaning on Qi Yan's arms. Qi Yanqiang did not dare to fall asleep, nor did he dare to move his limbs, and acted as a human|flesh pillow for her for fear of waking her up.

The girl closed her eyes tightly, her delicate little nose was a little red, and her breathing was still heavy and hot. Qi Yan stared at her sick face with low eyes, a warm current gushing from the bottom of his heart, slowly flowing all over his body, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but the corners of his mouth were aroused, and his thoughts were full of thoughts for a moment.

In fact, she doesn't need to be nosy now. After all, she is not her own child, and she has no obligation or responsibility to take care of her. With the lessons learned from previous mistakes, she has a long memory and stays away. But she thought of Lu Zhiqiao, thinking of the sadness and helplessness in the other's eyes that day, her heart seemed to be faintly wrapped in something, unspeakably heavy, her brain had no time to think, and her behavior was out of control.

Or maybe, this child is so pitiful and sick, she couldn't bear to see that she was unattended, so she took the risk on her own, regardless of the consequences.

Maybe there are both, maybe the one is the more serious, she can't tell whether it's because of the overflowing Virgin's Heart, or because of Lu Zhiqiao.

…

After hanging the needle, the rain stopped outside at two o'clock in the morning.

Considering that there was no one in Lu Wei's family, Qi Yan took her back to her home. She thought the child would be very resistant, but she was unexpectedly obedient. She did not show any unwillingness from start to finish. The medicine, lie down on the bed obediently.

The air conditioner was turned on in the bedroom, and the orange lamp was warm and soft. The little girl lay motionless under the quilt on the right side of the bed, half-closed eyelids and refused to close. She is still coughing, her forehead is still a little hot, and her cheek is not so red.

Qi Yan filled her with hot water in a thermos and placed it on the head of the bed, touching her forehead with the palm of her hand, and smiling gently: "Go to sleep, mom will be back tomorrow."

"Ms. Qi... ahem... don't you sleep..."

"When you fall asleep, I will sleep."

"Well."

Lu Wei closed his eyes obediently, coughing and coughing, Qi Yan dimmed the light of the desk lamp, opened the quilt and sat on the left side of the bed, picked up the phone, and quietly shot a short video of her.

Open WeChat and send it to Lu Zhiqiao.

[Lu Wei has a fever, mild pneumonia, I took her to the hospital for an injection, and now at my home, I just fell asleep after taking the medicine]

[The situation is stable, don’t worry]

After much deliberation, Qi Yan subconsciously felt that Lu Zhiqiao was not the kind of parent who would make trouble without reason, but the child should always be known to the other party when the child is sick. She will be able to see it in the early hours of the morning and tomorrow morning.

I don’t know when, the coughing stopped, and there was gradually even breathing around...

The next morning, Qi Yan was woken up by the phone ringing.

She grabbed her mobile phone and looked at it. The caller ID showed "Joe". Her chaotic mind was instantly awake. She had no time to speak before she was connected. Lu Zhiqiao's anxious voice was in her ear: "Mr. Qi, I'm at your door..."

"I'm coming right away."

When Qi Yan finished speaking, he hung up, got up quickly, and pulled his slippers to open the door.